GTB Chapter 147

Chapter 149: Ji Residence Receives a Guest

Chapter 149: Ji Residence Receives a Guest

Ji Shutíng reminisced, “Jiuchu, do you remember when we first met, how I would stay overnight at your residence almost every day?”

Jiang Jiuchu nodded, “Of course, how could I forget? You were the first friend to ever share a bed with me.”

She had met Ji Shutíng at her brother’s wedding banquet. At that time, she had instantly felt a fondness for this girl who had taken the initiative to strike up a conversation with her. Although they seemed to have different personalities, they found each other agreeable and became fast friends.

Ji Shutíng sighed, “It’s so wonderful! I thought that after you got married, we wouldn’t be able to have as much carefree fun as we used to, but it seems that’s not the case.”

“Actually, it’s pretty good that you married Seventh Prince. Although he wasn’t the one you initially had your heart set on, you don’t have any parents-in-law to serve. You can even have dinner here with me at night. What Brother Fu can give you, Seventh Prince can also give you, and even more.”

After Ji Shutíng finished speaking, she got up and went to the side, opening a cabinet and pulling out a jar of wine. “That maid of yours who knows martial arts will be back after delivering the message, right?”

Jiang Jiuchu nodded, her gaze falling on the jar of wine Ji Shutíng had placed on the table – it was actually the Immortal Pavilion’s Jade Nectar.

“Alright, then let’s not go home until we’re drunk tonight, how about that?”

Ji Shutíng patted the wine jar. “Last time, we didn’t dare to drink at the restaurant. Now that we’re at my residence, we can drink to our heart’s content without any worries. Let’s drink to you and me finding good husbands, and also to our friendship. What do you say? Will you drink?”

“Okay, I’ll drink.” Whether it was because of the nervousness in her heart or because of the infection of Ji Shutíng’s bold emotions, Jiang Jiuchu agreed without hesitation.

At the Seventh Prince’s residence, Shí Yan had just finished his work and stepped out of the study when he saw Mu Qing returning, but without Jiang Jiuchu behind her.

When Mu Qing saw her master looking at her, she quickly stepped forward and reported:

“Master, the princess asked this servant to bring a message. Miss Ji from the Ji residence has invited the princess to have dinner, and she will be returning later.”

Shí Yan’s eyes paused for a moment, and he thought to himself, could this woman be trying to escape at the last minute?

But when he thought about how today was Ji Shutíng’s engagement day, it was normal for them to stay with each other because of their relationship.

“Go back to the princess’s side.” Shí Yan threw a sentence at Mu Qing, then turned and walked towards the dining hall.

Time passed quietly, dusk gradually gathered, and moonlight sprinkled all over the courtyard.

After bathing, Shí Yan saw that Jiang Jiuchu had not yet returned, and his thin lips curled up. It seemed that this woman was afraid.

He put on a red brocade robe and immediately left the house, heading towards the Ji residence.

However, Jiang Jiuchu, who was at the Ji residence, was already completely drunk, and Ji Shutíng was not much better.

The two of them were talking and chatting incoherently, truly living up to the saying “not going home until drunk.”

Outside the house, Ji Huaizhou was leading Shí Yan into the courtyard, asking the maid guarding the door, “Are the young lady and the Seventh Prince’s wife inside?”

Ji Huaizhou knew that Jiang Jiuchu had come in the afternoon to give his younger sister a dowry gift, but he didn’t expect that his sister would actually keep Jiang Jiuchu for dinner at the residence.

It seemed that he would have to talk to her properly later. Miss Jiang was now a princess, how could she let someone not return at night? Being courteous shouldn’t be done this way, why not invite her for lunch another day?

“Yes, but… but…”

Mu Qing, who was waiting at the door, saw the maid stammering until her master’s face changed, and quickly took over the conversation,

“Your Highness, the princess and Miss Ji are in a good mood, so they drank some wine, but they don’t handle alcohol well and seem to be a little drunk.”

Shí Yan had already guessed from the intermittent sounds vaguely coming from the house.

“Go and help the princess out.”

“Yes.”

Mu Qing heard the words and quickly pushed the door open, seeing Jiang Jiuchu already drunk and lieon the table. She stepped forward to help her up and said softly:

“Princess, it’s time to go back to the residence. The prince has come to pick you up.”

As Mu Qing helped her up, Jiang Jiuchu repeated the words “go back to the residence,” as if she hadn’t heard Mu Qing’s words clearly.

“Seventh Prince, I’m sorry, it was my little sister who didn’t consider things carefully, she shouldn’t have…”

“It’s nothing.” Shí Yan looked at Jiang Jiuchu being helped out, directly interrupted Ji Huaizhou’s words, stepped forward and picked Jiang Jiuchu up in his arms, and strode out.

Ji Huaizhou watched the departing figures of the two, until they disappeared at the courtyard gate, before turning and walking towards Ji Shutíng’s room.

At the gate of the Ji residence, Jiang Jiuchu was carried across the threshold by Shí Yan, with Lǜluó following beside him, half walking and half running.

Lǜluó looked at her young lady’s appearance, and glanced at the expressionless Shí Yan, feeling a little regret in her heart.

She regretted not dissuading the young lady from drinking, and wondered if the prince would be angry with her young lady.

Jiang Jiuchu, who was so drunk that her limbs were limp, couldn’t wrap her arms around Shí Yan’s neck at all, and they were drooping uncomfortably.

She opened a pair of drunk, misty eyes and looked at the handsome face above, pouting unhappily: “I want to be carried on the back… I like being carried on the back, carry me on your back.”

Shí Yan looked down at the person in his arms and quickly reacted, switching the person to his back. The little bit of anger in his heart faded away because of Jiang Jiuchu’s soft and glutinous coquettish voice.

When he reached the carriage, Shí Yan didn’t get into the carriage because of Jiang Jiuchu’s words “like being carried on the back.” Instead, he carried her directly on his back, facing the moonlight and walking forward.

Jiang Jiuchu’s small face rested on Shí Yan’s back shoulder, and she tilted her heavy head, looking at the round moon in the sky, “Brother Fu, look, the moon is so round, have you come to save me again?”

At this time, Jiang Jiuchu, because of the familiar night scene and the familiar back carrying, had already lost her train of thought and had forgotten that the person who had just carried her was Shí Yan.

In her memory, only Song Fuge had carried her on his back at night, and Shí Yan had always domineeringly picked her up in his arms, never carrying her on his back.

The familiar scene made her mind float back to the two times Song Fuge had saved her, completely unaware of the obvious pause in the back beneath her, as well as the gradually freezing aura around her.

“Brother Fu, are you tired? Do you want to put me down?”

After Jiang Jiuchu finished speaking, she seemed to remember that it wasn’t like when she was a child, and Brother Fu no longer needed to rest for a while after carrying her down the bandit mountain like he did back then. Instead, he could carry her all the time.

She closed her heavy eyes and muttered, “Brother Fu has grown up, he doesn’t feel tired anymore, he doesn’t need to rest.”

“Princess, how do you feel? Are you uncomfortable?”

Lǜluó, who was next to her, had already heard the cold sweat dripping down her face. Looking at Jiang Jiuchu, who was so drunk that she didn’t know what time it was, she didn’t know how to open her mouth to stop her, afraid that she would make Shí Yan suspicious instead.

She thought for a long time before saying this sentence, hoping to use the words “princess” to awaken her young lady’s senses.

However, as soon as she opened her mouth, she was swept over by Shí Yan’s cold eyes, scaring Lǜluó into a cold sweat instantly.

She had been in the residence for more than two months and had never seen Seventh Prince like this. Unconsciously, her footsteps slowed down by half a beat, but she was anxious and followed up again, wanting to make up a reason to cover up for the young lady.

She wanted to turn the Brother Fu in the young lady’s mouth into a simple life-saving benefactor, and wanted to fabricate that Young Master Fu had been seriously injured because of saving the young lady, and that her young lady had always felt guilty about it.

But she glanced at Shí Yan cautiously and didn’t dare to open her mouth after all. She could only pray in her heart, praying that the young lady would fall asleep quickly and stop saying nonsense.