TBTAMN Chapter 119

The Boss Transmigrated Into A Matriarchy Novel (Quick Transmigration ARC 3) Chapter 119(34)

Nan Jun was momentarily stumped by Qiao Yun’s question and didn’t know how to answer it.

His question is like someone asking her, “Do you prefer sweet potatoes or yams?” But aren’t they the same thing?

Yun’er is the Eighth Prince, and the Eighth Prince is Yun’er. Why would he ask her who she likes more?

“I like them both!”

Nan Jun said blankly, but then another wave of pain came from her arm.

“Ouch!”

“Snort……”

Qiao Yun turned his face away angrily. Nan Jun looked at his profile and seemed to finally understand what he was angry about.

“Hehe…” Nan Jun’s laughter made Qiao Yun turn his head involuntarily. Before he could react, his cheeks were pinched.

“Then let me ask you, do you like Sister Jun more, or do you like your wife more?”

Qiao Yun was taken aback, then pouted and said, “Sister Jun is my wife!”

The little boy’s eyes widened, and he suddenly covered his mouth, his whole face turning red as if it had been dyed.

Qiao Yun then realized that he was making things difficult for her!

“There are actually people in this world who are jealous of themselves, little jealous pot…”

Nan Jun smiled and playfully pinched Qiao Yun’s nose, then took the opportunity to pull her into his arms and hold her close, enjoying the warmth of her embrace.

As spring fades and beauty withers, flowers fall and people die, both unaware of the other’s passing.

Nan Jun was extremely grateful for her suspicious nature. If she hadn’t been so wary back then, would she have been deceived by Lian Qing and missed out on the little one in her arms?

Outside, the moon hangs high above the willow branches, while inside, candlelight flickers, occasionally punctuating the stillness with a soft “pop.”

“Sister Jun, it’s time for Yun’er to go.”

Despite her deep reluctance, Qiao Yun still had to break the silence by speaking.

“Go? Where to?”

Upon hearing that he was leaving, Nan Jun held Qiao Yun even tighter.

“It’s late, Yun’er should go back to his own courtyard…”

Qiao Yun rested his chin on Nan Jun’s shoulder. He had longed for this moment of embracing her for countless years, and now, being held in her arms, he felt as if he were in a dream.

Even though her embrace was warm, he didn’t want to disturb her rest.

“You are my husband, and every corner of this mansion is your courtyard, and this place… is also your courtyard.”

Now that his identity had been revealed, Nan Jun had no intention of letting Qiao Yun leave.

Pluck the flower while it blooms, for it will soon be gone and only bare branches remain.

She’s already missed so much time, how could she bear to separate from him again?

“But…but…”

Qiao Yun wasn’t ready to share a bed with her. This all came too suddenly. He had only come to take care of her while she was drunk, but the situation now seemed completely different from what he had imagined.

“Are you upset that I didn’t drink the nuptial wine with you on our wedding night? Well, let’s make up for it now, shall we?”

Nan Jun hurriedly got up, poured two cups of tea, kept one for herself and handed the other to Qiao Yun.

“Yun’er, today, with heaven and earth as our witness and the moonlight as our witness, we exchange cups of tea instead of wine, and from this day forward, we are husband and wife. You will enjoy the blessings, and I will bear the hardships. Nan Jun swears to heaven that she will only marry one husband in her life, and will not take concubines or servants. She only wants Qiao Yun…”

Nan Jun’s words were so moving that there was no trace of drunkenness in her eyes, and Qiao Yun was naturally moved to tears.

His arm became entangled with Nan Jun’s without his control, and it wasn’t until the already cold tea went down his throat that Qiao Yun regained his composure and turned his gaze to the woman in front of him.

“Is what Sister Jun said true?”

“True.”

“Yun’er doesn’t need to enjoy happiness alone, nor does he want Sister Jun to suffer alone. However, Yun’er is prone to jealousy. Since Sister Jun has promised never to have a concubine, Yun’er will not pretend to refuse. Please keep this in mind, Sister Jun.”

Qiao Yun was deeply moved and shocked by Nan Jun’s promise, but he also seized the opportunity to make Nan Jun remember what she had said that day.

“If I break this oath, I will not have a good end…”

Qiao Yun suddenly raised his hand to cover Nan Jun’s remaining words and shook his head at her.

“Yun’er believes it, Sister Jun, there’s no need for you to make such a solemn oath.”

He would rather she betray him than have anything happen to her.

“A moment is worth a thousand pieces of gold, Yun’er. We’ve already drunk the nuptial wine; shouldn’t we retire for the night?”

“But Yun’er is not prepared yet…”

“Yun’er is enough, why prepare anything else?”

“Hmm…”

“…”

The moon shyly hid behind the clouds, so the enchanting scene inside the house was unseen by outsiders. However, the deep, penetrating sounds of their lovemaking could be faintly heard by the dark wind and rain guarding the outside.

“Oh no!”

“It seems like they’re serious today!”

The two exchanged a glance and couldn’t help but worry.

Although she knew before that there was someone hiding in her master’s room, she had never heard such a noise before. Even though the two of them were not yet married, she knew what the sound meant.

My lady has remained chaste for the prince for so many years, and now it has all been ruined. I hope that my lady will not regret it when he thinks about it in the future.

“Leave it to fate.”

“Let nature take its course.”

The two felt sorry for Nan Jun, but it was no use. She was now surrounded by beautiful men and probably had long forgotten what the world was like.

Before dawn, Shuang’er knocked on An Yu’s door, crying.

“Waaah…”

An Yu rubbed her swollen eyes. She had been guarding her master’s door until nearly midnight and was now feeling groggy!

Seeing Shuang’er crying so hard he was covered in tears, An Yu immediately woke up.

Pulling the little one into her room, An Yu asked with concern, “Why are you crying? Did someone in the manor bully you?”

A murderous glint flashed in her eyes. If she found out who in this manor dared to bully Shuang’er, she would not let them off easily.

“No…no. Waaah…”

Shuang’er’s face was flushed from crying, but he bit his lip, unsure of how to tell An Yu.

Shuang’er was intelligent, and An Yu was the kindest person to him in the entire Eighth Princess’s mansion. At this time, he only dared to ask her for help.

During this period, Shuang’er noticed that something was wrong with her young master. Every night, she would try to get him out of the house. A few days ago, Shuang’er was a little more careful. When her young master got out of the house, she secretly hid in the shadows and watched him. Unexpectedly, her young master changed into night clothes and secretly left the courtyard.

This news was like a bolt from the blue for Shuang’er, making her even more certain that her young master was having an affair.

He had hoped to find an opportunity to persuade the young master, but before he could get his chance, the young master disappeared.

If the Eighth Princess found out that her young master hadn’t returned home at night, she would probably divorce him with a letter of divorce.

That’s fine then. Anyway, the Eighth Princess never touched the young master. The young master can just find a woman he likes and marry her after he returns to his mansion.

But if something were to happen to the young master outside, he wouldn’t know what to do.

With a gentle coaxing from An Yu, Shuang’er finally managed to sob out the news that the prince had disappeared.

An Yu was startled and instantly became fully awake.

The loss of the prince is a matter of utmost importance. If anything happens to the prince outside, the Qiao family will likely not let the Eighth Princess’s Mansion off easily, and the Emperor and Queen will certainly not let it go.