Beastly Fēi that Go Against the Heaven: Coerced by the Huáng Shū

Bring a Thousand Elite Troops as Escorts!

(Translated by: RenRen, Edited by: Yzrahc`drizzle)

“Huang Fei, you don’t know?” Yin Qiao blinked and then said, “Cold Food Festival is a major festival in Dong Qing’s country. At every Cold Food Festival, a ceremony will be held inside the palace. Every family would go to the cemetery and wors.h.i.+ped their deceased relatives. There would also be a polo match at the imperial racecourse outside the city!”

“A!? Isn’t this Qing Ming Festival*?” Jing Yue was stunned for a moment. Her eyes then widely opened. She had left the mountain for a long time and forgot to count the days. She then counted and found out that it seemed it was almost Qing Ming festival. ‘So in the ancient time it is called Cold Food Festival ah?’

‘She got a new knowledge!’

Yin Qiao was a bit dumbfounded. She blinked her eyes in doubt and looked at Jing Yue, “What kind of festival is Qing Ming Festival?”

“Nothing…… I was just talking nonsense.” said Jing Yue as she repeatedly waved her hand and ‘xixi’ laughed.

“Huang Fei, on Cold Food Festival, there will be a lot of important people that’ll go to watch the polo match. Huang Fei really needs to stop eating, at that time, w.a.n.gfu would really lost its face if people make fun of you.” Ying Qiao said, staring earnestly at Jing Yue. Hearing what Yin Qiao had said, Jing Yue’s expression instantly darkened.

‘It’s about w.a.n.gfu again!’

‘Even for eating a few things, they can’t let people eat properly!’

‘Take a look! This is the sorrowful ‘huge family, huge load of works’!’

‘But…… The money is also a lot ah!’

‘Fine…… She’ll endure!’

Jing Yue reluctantly put the half-bitten pastry down. Watching Yin Qiao cheerfully taking them away, her heart was aching ah!

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As Jing Yue watched Yin Qiao leaving, she saw Xing Er walking slowly towards her. Jing Yue’s eyes flickered. ‘Isn’t this guy supposed to be not to enter the courtyard unless he’s summoned? Why did he come on his own?’ Jing Yue then saw Xing Er stood in front of her.

“Huang Fei, Miss ShangGuan and Miss Ning asked to meet.” Xing Er said with a poker face and a lowered gaze.

“Aiya! They came ah! Quickly ask them to come inside.” Jing Yue’s eyes suddenly brightened. She was already tired of staying inside the w.a.n.gfu these days. ShangGuan LingLan’s and Ning Xiang Yuan’s arrival made Jing Yue, who had just been deprived from eating, once again was full of vitality!

“Jing Yue!” Once she saw Jing Yue, ShangGuan LingLan suddenly took large strides and came towards her. She saw Jing Yue’s arm bandaged with white cloth. Her eyes were filled with worry and she said, “How could you be so useless? Even in broad daylight you could be attacked by an a.s.sa.s.sin? How could you not know to take a guard when you go out?”

Once ShangGuan LingLan opened her mouth, what came out was actually a string of reproach. Her eyes were filled with worry yet she didn’t utter a single consoling word. However, these obvious scolding words in truth gave a warmth feeling in Jing Yue’s heart. A trace of bright and beautiful smile was on the corners of her mouth when she said, “Yes, yes, yes, Miss ShangGuan… the next time I go out, I’d definitely bring a thousand elite troops as escorts!”

“Puchi (giggling)…… YueYue.” Ning XiangYuan stared at Jing Yue and rebuked, “Why is your mouth still poor after getting wounded?”

“How could taking a thousand be enough! I’ll give you ten thousand!” ShangGuan LingLan proudly waved her hand, “Take these ten thousand elite troops to the street, I reckon the two of us would see you on the scaffold.” ShangGuan LingLan stared at Jing Yue and spoke in a deadpan manner.

Jing Yue and Ning Xiang Yuan stared at ShangGuan LingLan, dumbfounded.

“LanLan, are you already itching to send me on my way?” Jing Yue stared at ShangGuan LingLan with a pair of tearful eyes, looking like a young married woman who got abandoned.

“That’s enough, that’s enough…… Don’t act poor.” ShangGuan LingLan rubbed her arms. She raised her hands to pinch Jing Yue’s cheeks, saying, “We didn’t meet for several days… why do I feel like you’re getting fat?”

“Am I? Am I? I’m just fully-build!” Jing Yue said while kneading her face.