TBTAMN Chapter 113

The Boss Transmigrated Into A Matriarchy Novel (Quick Transmigration ARC 3) Chapter 113(28)

But now, she’s forgotten the promise she made in the past!

An Yu suddenly looked up and asked, “Do you think the master will never remember the past? What will Wang Jun do then?”

An Feng’s grip on the steps tightened; she had never considered this.

“If the master never remembers, then Wang Jun will have to learn to forget too…”

If one person drifts away, there’s no need for the other to wait.

But with Wang Jun’s personality, it’s likely he won’t be able to forget.

“Never mind! If the master is happy, then Wang Jun will be wronged.”

An Yu’s eyes suddenly dimmed, but compared to her master’s happiness, she couldn’t care less.

She was the master’s servant, so as long as the master was happy, wasn’t that all that mattered?

But the thought of that puffy little person never paying attention to her again filled An Yu with a suffocating pain.

An Feng gently patted An Yu’s shoulder and said nothing more.

While the two sisters were still brooding with worry, the two masters over there were all in a sweet and happy mood. If Anfeng and Anyu had known the person sitting in the room tonight was the prince they worried about, they would have immediately turned around and left, never sitting outside their master’s doorway worrying about something.

“Eat more! You’re too thin…”

Nan Jun enthusiastically served Qiao Yun dishes and soup.

Qiao Yun’s face flushed with joy as he ate, and his heart was filled with sweetness. Suddenly, thinking of Lian Qing, Qiao Yun’s chopsticks slowed down.

“I heard that a young man in Sister Jun’s family was poisoned…”

Qiao Yun pursed his lips and feigned indifference.

Nan Jun was amused, but feigned ignorance, nodding.

“It’s just something he ate that was wrong, nothing serious.”

“Sister Jun… are you planning to marry that young man?”

This was the question Qiao Yun had always wanted to ask Nan Jun. If he didn’t expose Lian Qing’s lies, then was Nan Jun really planning to marry Lian Qing?

Nan Jun sighed inwardly at Qiao Yun’s jealous nature, but she still explained good-naturedly, “No. He once did me a favor, so I can’t just abandon him to the wilderness. But there’s only gratitude between me and Master Lian, not love.”

Qiao Yun pursed his lips in a sly smile, his eyes tinged with a hint of joy.

Nan Jun glanced at Qiao Yun with amusement, deliberately asking, “How come Yun’er is so familiar with the goings-on in my mansion? Could he be hiding here, observing day and night?”

Qiao Yun’s cheeks flushed, and he quickly lowered his eyes to dissemble, “No… no!”

Why would he need to hide? Wasn’t he the disfavored Eighth Prince in her mansion, known throughout the capital?

“Hehe…”

Nan Jun chuckled softly, and stopped teasing him, lest she force him to reveal his true identity and ruin his fun.

“No matter what Yun’er’s status is, I don’t mind. I will always treat you well,”

Nan Jun tucked a strand of hair behind Qiao Yun’s ear and breathed warmly into his ear.

The hot breath blew against Qiao Yun’s ears, burning her so much that she couldn’t help but shiver.

Qiao Yun shrank back, her long eyelashes trembling, and she hummed softly, “How can a woman with three husbands and four concubines be good to only one man?”

“Three thousand rivers of water, I only take a sip.”

Qiao Yun’s chopsticks fell to the ground, and his eyes suddenly filled with tears.

Did she remember?

When he was a child, he pestered her to go to school with him. That day, the teacher talked about “Three thousand rivers of water, I only take a sip”, and Qiao Yun remembered it very clearly.

And the young and naive Nan Jun wrote these words for him personally. Qiao Yun kept those few words in his childish handwriting in a book, and always treasured them.

“Why are you crying for no reason?”

Nan Jun quickly put down his chopsticks and wiped the tears from Qiao Yun’s face, not understanding why he was crying.

Qiao Yun bit his lip and shook his head, grabbing Nan Jun’s sleeve and coquettishly saying, “Sister Jun, Yun’er is full.”

The past was too beautiful, yet too sad, and Qiao Yun really didn’t want to talk about it again.

“If you like, I’ll dine with you every day from now on.”

“Hmm…”

Qiao Yun felt mixed emotions. Nan Jun treated him so well, and he was terrified that one day he would wake up from this dream.

When he opened his eyes, he is still hated by the Eighth Princess.

And he was still the Qiao Yun who, no matter how hard he tried, could never be with her.

Qiao Yun didn’t stay with Nan Jun for long. After dinner, he excused himself and left. Nan Jun also noticed his impropriety and did not force him to stay.

Nan Jun could not understand Qiao Yun’s anxiety, nor could she understand how much Qiao Yun had invested in this relationship.

But Qiao Yun knew their entire past. He feared Nan Jun would one day abandon him, so he suppressed his urge to be with her and deliberately fell into Lian Qing’s trap, hoping that one day, Nan Jun, feeling guilty about him, would show him a little more pity.

Qiao Yun didn’t know how long he tossed and turned in bed before falling asleep. He only knew that before dawn, Shuang’er rubbed his eyes and woke him.

“My lord, my lord, the Eighth Princess sent word that the palace is holding a flower viewing banquet today, and the Emperor specifically requested that the Eighth Princess take you to the event!”

Qiao Yun, bleary-eyed, suddenly sat up in bed, his eyes nearly popping out of his head in shock.

“What? A flower viewing banquet?”

“Yes! They say the Western Regions have sent tribute with many fruits we’ve never seen before, and the Empress has specifically requested that the Eighth Princess bring you to the palace!”

Shuang’er, half asleep, was awakened by the servant. Upon hearing the news, she rejoiced for the young master for a long time. Perhaps with the Emperor and Empress’s decree, the Eighth Princess would surely treat Wang Jun better!

The flower viewing banquet was supposed to take place during the Spring and Autumn Period, so the sudden announcement of it at this time must have had a reason.

And the culprit was none other than Nan Jun. Rumors had long circulated that the Eighth Princess hadn’t set foot in Wang Jun’s courtyard since her marriage, and the Empress was furious when she learned of it.

The only one left from the Empress’s family was Qiao Yun. As her uncle, how could the Empress bear to see her own child suffer such an injustice? She could

just use the excuse of sending tribute of various fruits and vegetables from the Western Regions to invite some prominent figures to the palace to liven up the atmosphere and give Nanzhi a warning at the same time.

However, Qiao Yun did not seem to accept the Empress’s kindness, because if he did, his deception of her would be exposed.

Qiao Yun paced back and forth on the floor in his middle clothes, anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

Nan Jun had been refusing to leave the house on the grounds of not feeling well. Qiao Yun thought he could take this opportunity to have some quiet time, but why did he suddenly ask them to come to the palace together?

“Young Master, change your clothes first!”

Shuang’er called out from behind Qiao Yun, holding the clothes specially sent by the housekeeper.

Qiao Yun sat in front of the dressing mirror resignedly, not knowing what to do.

Seeing the charming little face in the mirror becoming more and more radiant, Qiao Yun could not help but have an idea.

“Shuang’er, go get a veil.”

If I cover my face, won’t I be less worried about her discovering it?