QWAPMP Chapter 97

Chapter 97: The Eunuch Little Husband

Xiao Song Shi waited at home for a while and finally waited for Song Qing to return. Seeing him limp in, she immediately walked over and asked, “Oh my, my little darling, what’s wrong with you? What happened to your leg?” Wasn’t he perfectly fine when he went out?

Song Qing’s eyes were red with anger. After being helped into the inner room by Xiao Song Shi, he gritted his teeth and said, “It’s all that jinx! He stopped me from seeing Young Master Yan.”

He didn’t mention that he was sent back by someone. He only said that Song Yi didn’t let him see Young Master Yan. The uninformed Xiao Song Shi heard this and slammed the table, “Heaven forbid! How dare that jinx?”

“How could he not dare? I fell and hurt my leg because of him too,” Song Qing added fuel to the fire.

To comfort him, Xiao Song Shi quickly said, “Okay, okay, don’t be angry. Mom will go find him later to vent your anger. Are you hungry? Mom will kill a chicken for you to nourish your body.”

Hearing that Xiao Song Shi was going to make trouble for Song Yi, Song Qing felt his anger subside a little. He nodded and told his mother to get him something to eat. “Mom, I’m hungry. I’ll go find Young Master Yan again tomorrow when my leg is better.”

“Okay, okay, Mom will go now.” Xiao Song Shi left the room and went to the chicken coop. Soon, curses echoed throughout the entire Song Family Village.

“Damn it! That bastard stole my chicken!”

“If I catch him, I’ll skin him alive!”

It turned out that Xiao Song Shi was going to the chicken coop to catch a chicken to make soup for Song Qing, but she found that the fattest chicken was missing. She counted several times and still couldn’t find that fat chicken. That chicken was something she had prepared to send to the county town for her son to eat. If her Qing Ge’er hadn’t returned, Xiao Song Shi would not have been willing to kill it.

In the end, the chicken was gone, and she was so angry that she cursed at the doorway.

Song Qing, waiting for chicken soup in the room, saw that his mother had given up on the idea of making it for him. He had no choice but to take out 100 copper coins and give them to his mother. Only then did he get to drink chicken soup.

Xiao Song Shi’s shouting was so loud that every household in the village knew her chicken was stolen. Everyone had only one thought in their hearts: serves her right.

During the evening meal, Yan Ye casually asked the old servant as if making small talk, “I heard someone’s chicken was stolen in the village today.”

Song Yi, who was eating with his head down, had a guilty look in his eyes and left the table earlier than usual. “I’m full, Young Master. Please take your time. I’m going to write in the ledger.”

Yan Ye looked back at him calmly. Full? Or too scared to eat? “No rush. Drink the soup before you go.”

With a look from Yan Ye, the old servant stepped forward, took Song Yi’s bowl, and helped him fill it with soup.

This wasn’t the chicken Song Yi stole. It was one the old servant had bought from a villager’s house during the day. As for why he bought a chicken, it was because his Young Master had ordered him to.

Song Yi was forced to sit back down, but he didn’t dare to lift his head again.

This isn’t right! Yan Ye frowned slightly. Song Yi in the Book of Reincarnation wasn’t this timid as he appears now.

Song Yi noticed that the Young Master was looking at him and could only silently pray in his heart that what he said to Song Qing during the day wouldn’t be discovered. Otherwise, before he could even seduce the person, he would be swept out the door.

Yan Ye didn’t know that Song Qing’s visit today had actually helped him a great deal. The little brother he had his eyes on, stimulated by Song Qing’s words, had decided to seduce him.

Song Yi, who had been running off after finishing his meal the past couple of days, was a little different today. Seeing that the old servant had prepared bathwater, he quickly said, “I’ll take it to the Young Master.”

Before the old servant could say there was no need, the wooden bucket was snatched away by the ge’er.

He could only widen his eyes. It wasn’t proper for this ge’er to deliver water to the Young Master!

Song Yi just wanted to show himself off, just like in the palace. As long as he was a little sharp and somewhat subservient, this person would slowly trust him.

Yan Ye took off his clothes. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he thought the old servant was bringing him water. Unexpectedly, when he stepped out from behind the screen, he saw Song Yi. He was pouring the water from the wooden bucket into the bathtub with all his might. Hearing the sound of movement, Song Yi finally looked up. “Young Master, the water is ready. You can…”

Song Yi was stunned. He didn’t know Yan Ye would come out from behind the screen completely naked.

Can what?

Yan Ye unhurriedly got into the bathtub in front of the little ge’er, resting his hands on the edge of the tub as if enjoying himself, appreciating the little ge’er’s blushing face.

The old servant hurried over. Seeing that the person from before hadn’t come out, he didn’t dare to go in directly and could only ask, “Young Master, is there enough water?”

The sound from outside finally brought Song Yi back to his senses. He didn’t know whether he should cover his eyes, but then he thought about what he had just seen and felt it was unnecessary.

Song Yi lowered his head, not daring to say anything.

Yan Ye responded to the old servant, “Enough. No need to bring more. You can go down first.”

The old servant left. Yan Ye looked amusedly at the ge’er in front of him, whose ears were red as if they were on fire.

“The water has been brought. I’ll go down now,” Song Yi said, his head down, face flushed, his fingers gripping the wooden bucket nervously, not minding its weight.

Seeing that the person was about to leave, Yan Ye lazily opened his mouth. “I told him to go down first, not you. My hand hurts. Come here and help me scrub my back.”

Song Yi opened his eyes wide in disbelief, watching the man slowly turn around. He knew the man wasn’t joking.

He had done things like scrubbing backs for nobles when he was a little eunuch in the palace. It wasn’t that he hadn’t done it before, but his identity was different now. Doing it again, Song Yi only felt a sense of shame in his heart.

He put down the wooden bucket and walked over. As he approached the man, his eyes were uneasy, and his fingers lacked their usual dexterity. When he reached into the tub, before he even grabbed the cloth, he poked the man’s back.

The man seemed not to notice. Song Yi was more careful, trying to avoid places he shouldn’t touch. Unexpectedly, the man suddenly leaned his head back, his eyes tightly closed, saying nothing, and he didn’t know what he was about to do.

Now, Song Yi only needed to lower his head to see a cold and handsome face. When the man wasn’t smiling, his face was slightly stern, giving off a sense of authority without being angry. But Song Yi had only seen the man’s smiling appearance.

It was the first time he had seen Yan Ye like this. He looked a few more times, and his hand movements stopped unknowingly.

The man’s throat moved, and he said in a low, faint voice, “What’s wrong?”

Yan Ye didn’t open his eyes, but he could feel a pair of eyes watching him.

Song Yi woke up with a start and frantically took the cloth to wash Yan Ye, even forgetting that his task was only to scrub his back.

When his fingers brushed past the chest, he suddenly remembered that he was only supposed to scrub the back. He wanted to withdraw his hand but then thought of Song Qing’s words from earlier in the day.

A flash of determination flickered in Song Yi’s eyes. He continued his hand movements, but as he moved further down, a large hand grabbed his wrist. “Alright, if you keep washing, the water will get cold.”

Yan Ye got up, took a cloth to dry his body, and only when he turned around did he realize that the shy ge’er was also facing away from him, completely lacking the seductive courage he had just displayed.

“Go tell the old servant to come find me in the study later. If there’s nothing else, you can go down and rest. Tomorrow, I’m going to the medical clinic in the county town. Are you willing to go with me?”

“Are you going to the clinic to see your hand?” Song Yi asked, looking at his hand with concern.

Yan Ye nodded gently.

Song Yi said, “Yes, I’ll go with you.”

“Okay, then you go down first. Remember to rest early.”

After Song Yi left, the old servant was called to the study. Yan Ye instructed him to go to another nearby village tomorrow to collect grain.

“What about the grain from Song Family Village?” the old servant asked, puzzled.

Yan Ye shook his head. “No hurry with Song Family Village’s.”

Yan Ye’s grain collection wasn’t just to teach Xiao Song Shi a lesson. He had other plans. It was a year of good harvest, yet the common people were still so poor they couldn’t even afford meat. Grain prices were suppressed. If this continued, no one would be willing to grow grain and would switch to other crops. When that time came, if there was a drought and every household had no surplus grain, it would be difficult for the world not to fall into chaos.

Furthermore, the war at the border wasn’t over, the enemy was eyeing them covetously, and the new emperor’s position was still unstable. Yan Ye had to make plans.

Since he was doing business in this life, he wanted both fame, wealth, and power. Only then could he protect the little ge’er by his side, allowing him not to live cautiously anymore, nor to live days of flattery. He just needed to live a stable life under his protection.

Yan Ye hadn’t arrived too late, and Song Yi’s idea of escaping Song Family Village had not yet temporarily arisen.

The next day, the old servant prepared the horse carriage. Because there weren’t enough people in the house, he still needed to attend to the matters Yan Ye had instructed. So, he hired a man from the village to help them drive the carriage.

“Young Master Yan, my name is Song Dazhuang. Uncle Lin said you are going into the county town and hired me to drive for you.” The man who spoke was tall and sturdy, just like his name. “Don’t worry, I’ve driven horse carriages before.”

When he was conscripted into military service before, he was a groom and was in contact with these horses all day long. Over time, he also learned to ride. He was the only person in the village who could drive a horse carriage.

When villagers went to the town or county town, wealthy families were willing to spend a few copper coins to take an ox cart. For poorer families, they would rather walk for several hours than spend the money.

There were only a few households with ox carts in the village. As for horse carriages, it was even more impossible. Although the status of merchants wasn’t high, they couldn’t resist having money, which made them objects of envy for the farmers.

Yan Ye nodded, considering Song Dazhuang’s words trustworthy. “Take out the footstool from the carriage.”

“Young Master Yan wants a footstool?” Song Dazhuang looked at him, puzzled. Before Yan Ye could speak again, he knew he had talked too much and hurriedly turned around to take out the footstool for Yan Ye and placed it on the ground.

Just then, a slender figure walked out from behind Yan Ye. When the two stood together, one appeared very thin and small, making it obvious at first glance that he was a ge’er.

Song Dazhuang also understood. The footstool wasn’t for Yan Ye to use, but for this little ge’er wearing a veil-hat to step on.

This ge’er isn’t from their village, right?

When Song Yi was about to leave, Yan Ye gave him a veil-hat to wear. A ge’er’s reputation was as important as a woman’s. If someone saw the two of them riding in the same carriage, Song Yi would be gossiped about by the villagers again tomorrow.

Some things could be avoided, and Yan Ye would choose to avoid them. However, if Song Yi was unwilling to wear it, Yan Ye wouldn’t force him.

Women and ge’ers usually needed someone to help them get into a carriage to prevent them from falling. However, when Song Dazhuang went to help, Song Yi’s voice was cold, keeping others at a distance. “I can get in myself.”

Song Dazhuang awkwardly withdrew his sleeve and rubbed his nose. As expected, ge’ers from the county town were different from those in their village; they were very bold.

The driver hadn’t gotten on yet, and the horse was shifting its hooves back and forth because no one was controlling it. As Song Yi’s hands just grabbed the carriage door, his body swayed, and someone below supported him.

Yan Ye didn’t say anything. With a bit of leverage, he brought the person into the carriage and then sat in himself. “Let’s go.”

Song Dazhuang responded readily. As he got on the carriage, he saw the curtain of the carriage being lowered. While driving, he started to wonder in his heart, could this little ge’er be Young Master Yan’s husband? Young Master Yan just put his hand on that little ge’er’s waist!

Inside the carriage, Song Yi thanked Yan Ye for what had just happened.

Yan Ye sat across from him and said casually upon hearing his thanks, “Next time, if you don’t want someone else to touch you, you can call me.” His tone was suggestive, yet it didn’t make people feel disgusted.