GTB Chapter 113

“Yes, I like it, mainly because it saved me once, so you quickly ask Mu Feng to return it to me, otherwise…”

Jiang Jiuchu suddenly paused, realizing that she didn’t seem to have anything to threaten or control him with, but it was wrong of him to throw her things away.

Shí Yan chuckled, walked back to the round table and sat down, picked up a teacup and took a sip, then turned to look at the angry Jiang Jiuchu.

“Don’t ‘otherwise’ anymore. At worst, this prince will customize a new batch for you. You can have as many as you want, and they’ll definitely be better looking than these.”

Shí Yan’s words cut off Jiang Jiuchu’s idea of getting her jewelry back, and she couldn’t think of a reason to get her things back.

“Still playing chess?” Shí Yan asked, fiddling with the chess piece in his hand.

“Yes, let’s gamble on something as usual!” Jiang Jiuchu suppressed her unhappiness and walked towards the round table, determined to separate the courtyard and rooms from this person, and absolutely not live in the same house, without any freedom or privacy.

Shí Yan raised his eyes to look at the seated Jiang Jiuchu, “What do you want to bet on?”

“I want a courtyard of my own.” Jiang Jiuchu’s tone was a little stiff because he threw her things away, and her words were even more direct.

She directly skipped the part about asking Li Mama to leave and cut to the ultimate goal.

“Your own courtyard?” Shí Yan looked at Jiang Jiuchu, a dark color flashed in his eyes, and he asked in a low voice, “Does your mother have her own separate courtyard?”

After he asked, seeing Jiang Jiuchu a little stunned, he continued to say, “Does your sister-in-law have her own separate courtyard?”

“It’s different.” Jiang Jiuchu only said three words, and didn’t dare to say anything else, as long as he understood.

She didn’t know what Shí Yan meant at all. She was afraid that saying too much would give him a handle to extend the topic.

Shí Yan naturally understood what she meant by ‘different’? But he didn’t take the initiative to talk about that aspect, but said:

“How is it different? They are all legal wives. Which legal wife doesn’t share a courtyard with her husband? Only concubines have their own separate courtyard.”

Jiang Jiuchu felt strange when she heard him say ‘husband’, but she couldn’t refute his words.

Shí Yan glanced at Jiang Jiuchu and continued seemingly unintentionally: “But I, Shí Yan, have no plans to take concubines in this lifetime, so naturally there will be no courtyard for concubines in this mansion. So, even if you want to be a concubine, I’m afraid there won’t be a separate courtyard for you.”

Jiang Jiuchu’s eyes widened instantly, and she looked at Shí Yan in disbelief, obviously shocked by his words.

Thinking, she didn’t hear it wrong, right? He actually doesn’t take concubines? How could a man in good condition say that he doesn’t take concubines?

Even her father, back then, only agreed not to take concubines at her mother’s request, and has kept his promise to this day, instead of taking the initiative to say whether he would take concubines or not.

As for her brother… he married the noble Princess Shí Qingya, so it’s normal not to take concubines.

But how could a prince like him have such awareness?

Shí Yan looked at Jiang Jiuchu, looking helpless, “You should change the bet! After all, in the entire palace, besides this courtyard that can be lived in, there are no other courtyards that can be lived in.”

Jiang Jiuchu concealed her thoughts, and the tone of her voice, because of Shí Yan’s words, was unconsciously less stiff.

“Then… give me a separate room. There’s a utility room next to your study. Why don’t you clean it up and let me live in it!”

As soon as Shí Yan heard this, he refused, “No, that’s not appropriate. How can you live in the same courtyard and sleep in separate rooms? Isn’t this a joke for the whole palace to see! And it’s impossible to explain to the Empress Dowager.”

Jiang Jiuchu’s whole person immediately withered when she heard the words. If this doesn’t work and that doesn’t work, then wouldn’t she and Shí Yan have to live in the same house for the rest of their lives?

If this continues, wouldn’t it be sooner or later…

Thinking of this, she raised her eyes to look at Shí Yan in front of her, and fell into thought for a while. She didn’t know if it was because of the words he said, or because there was no other way, she finally took a step back.

She directly picked up a white piece and dropped it, “Then bet on a quilt! If I win, the quilt on the bed will only belong to me, and Your Highness can’t share it.”

“Okay, that’s fine.”

Shí Yan agreed readily. This bet was exactly what he wanted. After all, he wasn’t a monk. Being able to endure until now was already a great restraint. If Chu Yifeng and the others knew about it, they would definitely think he had some hidden illness.

Just right, tonight he threw her things away, so he had to give her a step, otherwise the rabbit would bite when it got anxious.

Seeing that he agreed so readily, Jiang Jiuchu became more serious and careful when she placed her pieces.

If she can’t separate the courtyard, and she can’t separate the room, but she always has to win back the exclusive right to a quilt.

After an incense stick, finally, hard work paid off, Jiang Jiuchu successfully won back a quilt that belonged exclusively to her.

“Okay, I won. Your Highness keeps his word. That quilt is mine from today onwards.”

As she spoke, she got up and walked towards the bed, and didn’t take the initiative to put away the chessboard before leaving as usual.

Shí Yan didn’t care either. His slender and good-looking fingers were putting away the pieces on the chessboard. He glanced at Jiang Jiuchu who took off her shoes and got on the bed, and shouted outside: “Mu Huo.”

“Master.”

As soon as Mu Huo responded, he heard his master’s instructions in the room: “Go get a thin quilt from the carriage.”

He paused in his heart, thinking, could it be that the master and the princess are having a conflict? Are they going to sleep in separate quilts?

It’s no wonder he thought too much. Mu Feng was still holding a pile of jewelry with a sad face!

He didn’t know if it was a real throw or a fake throw. He was afraid that if he really threw it, when the two of them reconciled, the master would blame him for not being flexible, but if he didn’t throw it, he was afraid of disobeying orders.

Alas! When the master and the princess have a conflict, they also suffer.

Jiang Jiuchu on the bed heard the words, and the body that was originally facing away immediately turned around and looked at Shí Yan who was leisurely putting away the chess pieces.

So he could get quilts so easily? Then why did he play chess with her?

He let her sleep in the cloak for so many days? It’s not like he was the one who was freezing, so he was too lazy to order it?

But he gave the quilt to her and caught a cold because of it. Why didn’t he get the quilt at that time?

And the past few nights, when they were covered with the same quilt, why didn’t he get it?

Seeing Shí Yan get up, Jiang Jiuchu immediately retracted her inquiring gaze, then turned to the inside, and her eyes were still surging with thoughts.

If it was said that the few nights he gave her the quilt, it was because he wasn’t afraid of the cold and was too lazy to do it, then how about the few nights when they were covered with the same quilt?

Under normal circumstances, if you can get a quilt, you will probably go get it! Why didn’t he get it?

Could it be that this Seventh Prince… likes her?

But if that’s the case, they’ve been covered with the same quilt, he should have done something to her, right? After all, men who like women will want to get close.

Although she thought so, her body still moved inward slightly until it touched the bed curtain.