Peasant Woman’s Decreed Life as a Wife

Chapter 1749: Chapter 1746: Jealousy

A life for a life, this fundamentally doesn’t conform to humanitarianism.

In her view, that’s inclined more towards witchcraft rather than medical skill.

Witchcraft is often too blind, classifying people into different ranks. For example, the historical practices of burial sacrifices and offerings, such things she detested from the bottom of her heart. When she first saw the Southern Border Medical Book, she felt a strong aversion, and later, when she met the Sacred Girl of Southern Border, she sensed a hint of strangeness in her. Just because there was no evidence, she only asked someone to watch over what she was doing without interfering.

Ye Muyu spoke for a long time, but Chu Heng didn’t respond.

Feeling a bit uneasy for a moment, she lay on his chest, looking up at him.

What she saw were Chu Heng’s eyebrows and the emotionless look on his face. His reaction, more than being angry and wanting to scold her, made Ye Muyu feel anxious.

Instinctively, she climbed up and kissed him on the chin.

Kissing the stubble, she saw Chu Heng finally willing to show some reaction, and quickly coquettishly said, "Ah Heng, I’m serious, don’t be mad."

"If I hadn’t reminded you just now, would you have known you were wrong?" Chu Heng pinched her chin, his fingers gently rubbing against her crimson lips, his gaze somewhat deep, with a hint of grievance in his eyes.

Ye Muyu had never seen him like this before, couldn’t help swallowing nervously, feeling a bit guilty, and quickly expressed, "I was wrong, really."

"But I really didn’t mean what you think." Ye Muyu was also aggrieved. She was just worried about the matters of the Prince’s Mansion, too anxious, so she spoke her thoughts out loud. Who knew it would unwittingly make Chu Heng jealous.

"Then think about how you should express your apology." Chu Heng looked at her, even letting out a soft hum, as if she had committed a grave sin.

Yet Ye Muyu just liked his temper, unwilling to let him be sad.

She could only blush and lean in to give him a kiss on the lips.

The two had already kissed countless times, but still couldn’t help a racing heartbeat, a tingling sensation spreading throughout their bodies.

After Ye Muyu’s pleasing and proactive kiss, she squinted at Chu Heng, "Is this enough now?"

"Just one kiss?" Chu Heng raised his eyebrows, a look of you got a good deal on his face.

Ye Muyu didn’t expect that even after she took the initiative, she still didn’t appease him, and for a moment was a bit dumbfounded, "Then what else do you want?"

"Since you’ve said so, I’ll agree to it." Chu Heng said nonchalantly, but his hand on her waist gently rubbed, no sign of his earlier anger, trying hard to control the urge to let his lips curl up.

"Are you in a better mood now? Shall we discuss the serious matters first?" Ye Muyu didn’t even ask what he really wanted to do, knowing it definitely wouldn’t harm her, she was full of confidence, thus straightforwardly, without much thought, incredibly composed.

Chu Heng was briefly suspicious if he had misspoken, why was the previously bashful wife now so composed.

"Ahem..." Chu Heng didn’t trouble her further: "This matter you mentioned, I’ll send someone to inquire at the Prince’s Mansion. It’s just that tomorrow is the Dowager Empress’s Longevity Festival. According to the Commandery Prince’s status, he definitely needs to enter the palace to attend the banquet. Once he leaves the residence, it’ll be more convenient for me to send people."

"According to what you just said, Lu Sangqi is well aware. I dare say I can find him before tomorrow night’s banquet ends."