"No, I prefer a life where food is served to and clothes are handed over. I won’t do the work of serving others. Treating and saving lives is unavoidable, so I have to oversee it personally to feel at ease. Otherwise, do you think anyone is willing to kneel by your bedside, give you acupuncture and cupping, test for poisons, and prepare dicinal baths for you?"
"Do you like Shui Yixuan?"
Beiming Yi is relying on her inability to break away from him for now, so instead of the subtle expressions of the past, this ti he directly confronts her for a response.
Murong Xue was in a dilemma. Admitting it could have the benefit of Beiming Yi possibly giving up his entanglent, but letting Shui Yixuan know would also be troubleso. If she didn’t admit it, her status here would be too awkward. This Beiming Yi in the original novel wasn’t so proactive with any woman before. She couldn’t understand what she did right to catch his attention.
"What’s it to you?"
Murong Xue expressionlessly pinched the silver needles in her hand, gently inserting them into his flesh, one after another, turning his back into a porcupine.
"As long as you cure , I can grant you the position of Princess Consort Yi."
Beiming Yi was lying on the bed, though she couldn’t see his expression, hearing these words felt like injuring her internally—Murong Xue couldn’t understand whether he was arrogant or assertive. What did he think of her? A maid at his beck and call? Presenting the position of Princess Consort—ha, as if she cared?
"I suppose the Prince doesn’t know well."
"No, I know you well. Though you are disdainful, you should know that in this current situation, if Lanyue were to marry into the Holy Dynasty, it would be beneficial to your brother, perhaps even giving him a chance..."
Murong Xue didn’t need to listen closely to the rest; she knew the implication. He’s thinking her brother is interested in that position, right?
If they were to marry, perhaps Murong Han could be directly promoted to power, and by that ti, Murong Han’s influence could help him obtain what he wants. Simply put, it’s mutual benefit—put bluntly, it’s relying on familial connections to improve the current situation.
If Murong Xue were a traditional woman, she might consider it seriously. Unfortunately, she is not—an intellectual returning from the 21st century who would be so archaic as to depend on a man? Selling her lifeti happiness for two n’s futures? Who’s joking?
Moreover, Murong Han is more anxious about her marriage than she is, precisely to give his sister freedom, hence he sought a decree from the Old Emperor. Listening to Beiming Yi making all sorts of associations here felt embarrassingly awkward.
"Your Highness, Prince Yi, what do won an to you? A link to consolidate political status, a tool for continuing the lineage? Have you ever truly looked at ? If I weren’t treating you, would you be patient with around? You haven’t even looked at my face closely—just talking about connections? Is it suitable?"
"Princess Yunxi, a lady of the Royal Family, had her future determined from the day she was born. Though you didn’t grow up in the Imperial Palace, you are the only unmarried legitimate princess from Lanyue, your mother being the forr Empress, and in the future, you’ll have your brother Murong Han protecting you. You wouldn’t lose out marrying —I would treat you well. Isn’t a woman’s life all about her husband and children? Who you marry is marrying regardless, and wouldn’t you have children with whover you marry?"
Murong Xue retorted speechlessly: "Who says won must marry, and must have children? Who tells you won should live for you n and children? Can’t I live for myself? Do you think I lack survival skills, or do you think Lanyue would trade my lifelong happiness with you?"
Beiming Yi felt Murong Xue’s resistance, couldn’t help but glance at her. He’s already lying here shirtless, exhibiting his good physique without a doubt—why is she so different from other won?
If it were soone else, seeing him lying here naked, their face would surely be flushed by now. But as for her, she doesn’t have any covetous intent; instead, his straightforwardness vaguely hints at her ’not happy’ sentint. Is she resisting?
"You don’t like ?"
"Why should I like you?"
"Then do you like Shui Yixuan?"
This ti, Murong Xue was thoroughly annoyed: "I don’t like you, nor Shui Yixuan. I only like myself. Is that enough? If not, I can reiterate—I won’t be marrying for now, and if I do, it’ll be soone I choose myself, not soone else’s choice—even if that person is Murong Yi, it’s impossible, understood? And warning you, don’t be so arrogant and rampant, not every woman likes being a canary."
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