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Chapter 138 Marquis! Nice Waist!

Chapter 138: Chapter 138 Marquis! Nice Waist!

The significant impact did not make Cui Yun retreat; he stood steadily and let go immediately after Shen Hua stabilized herself.

Her lips brushed past the man’s collar embroidered with intricate subtle patterns, leaving a trace of bright red.

Shen Hua calmly stepped out of his embrace.

If it were another man, she would maintain strict propriety, yet this man was Cui Yun. During the days with Xue Tuan, Shen Hua had grown accustomed to his closeness.

The girl showed no trace of shyness, instead, she lowered her head to check her mink fur. Apart from a few places dust-blackened, it was undamaged.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

Then she noticed the striking and abrupt lipstick mark. It added a touch of ambiguity and warmth to Cui Yun’s deep eyes and brows.

Cui Yun noticed it too. He rubbed his brows, not in a state to meet Cui Xuan looking like this. He was about to order Ji Qing to fetch another garment when the girl moved closer again.

He breathed steadily, watching as Shen Hua struggled to take out her not-so-expensive handkerchief, slightly tiptoeing.

The light medicinal fragrance from the girl mixed with a sweet scent filled his nose. Cui Yun was about to brush it off.

"Don’t move, let me wipe it for you."

Shen Hua looked at him earnestly, "You don’t need to thank me."

Cui Yun looked down at her; the girl was very pale. Her delicate face, slender fragile neck, and even the hand grasping his collar were all pale.

Pale and fragile, yet strikingly pale.

He noticed the Vajra Bodhi Bracelet, clearly too big for her, but Shen Hua seemed to like it very much.

After all, if she didn’t like it, she wouldn’t have insisted on taking it away that day.

Shen Hua wiped it, only to smear it further. She fell silent for a few seconds before retreating.

"I once wiped it for my brother, and there wasn’t a trace left; it’s just that the fabric of your clothes is inferior."

Cui Yun, his expression unchanged, smoothly replied, "Yes, I will wear something better next time."

Shen Hua nodded slightly as if she was stating a fact. To avoid embarrassment, relying on the fact that Cui Yun likely did not understand fabrics as well as her, she casually fabricated.

"The Marquis is of noble status, naturally uses high-quality materials. This robe seems to be Shu Brocade, with an embossed pattern, the ribbon feels smooth to touch. Most likely, someone below mixed in other materials to substitute good quality for inferior."

Shen Hua: "However, I couldn’t tell it was a counterfeit at all!"

Cui Yun didn’t speak, silently gazing at Shen Hua.

Shen Hua: "I wonder where it was purchased? If it’s a ready-made clothes shop, I’d also be aware, so I won’t patronize in the future to avoid being cheated."

He finally responded.

His voice was cold, with a hint of laziness.

"It wasn’t purchased."

"Hmm?"

Cui Yun lowered his eyes looking at her, not missing a single expression on Shen Hua’s face.

"It was bestowed by the Emperor."

Shen Hua: ...

Feeling defeated, she dared not look at Cui Yun’s deep eyes anymore. Distracting herself, she said, "When I previously fell onto my brother, he wasn’t steady and we both fell to the ground. That day, I injured my leg and he hurt his back, both of us nursed our injuries for a long time."

"But the Marquis showed no discomfort at all."

Shen Hua felt the strength of the push on her.

She was wearing multiple layers and was definitely not light. Yet, Cui Yun didn’t show any strain at all.

Cui Yun waited for a compliment.

"Marquis."

"What a strong back!"

The man chuckled lightly. Yet, as the girl’s eyes were clear, his stern rebuke stopped at his throat.

He kept a stern face.

"Such words should not be mentioned in the future."

Shen Hua nodded agreeably: "Oh."

Compliments to him, yet he wasn’t pleased.

Cui Yun’s expression was complex.

"Although you’ve come of age, no one has taught you since childhood. A girl should still possess some reserve."

"Don’t I have it?"

"What do you have? You rubbed against my Second Uncle and hugged him for so long!" Cui Rong, ignored for a long while, stomped her feet, evidently very annoyed.

"I knew it, you want to be my Second Aunt!"

"Cui Rong." Cui Yun cast a stern glance at her.

Cui Rong: "..."

"Do not spout nonsense. Although you are young, you should understand reason. If you offend again, I will surely punish you."

Cui Rong felt very upset. She believed that Cui Yun was scolding her just to protect Shen Hua.

She drooped her head. Her sadness was like dark clouds covering the sun.

Now that the troublemaker was scolded, Shen Hua felt pleased. Her approved lips curled upwards.

"Little ghost, do you realize your mistake now?"

"You still dare to glare at me. It seems you still don’t know where you went wrong."

Shen Hua bent down slightly.

"Though you are young, you should know that trouble comes from what you say."

"If others heard what you said, do you know what the consequences would be?"

"All day long, you plot against your Second Uncle; I don’t care about a woman’s reputation, after all, I carry nothing with me in life or death. But what about your Second Uncle? Must he bear the reputation of creating and then abandoning chaos? You are so young, yet you should study like I do, who loves reading."

Cui Rong took a few steps back. She really disliked reading.

She looked up at Shen Hua: "Are you really going to die soon?"

Shen Hua: "Hmm."

Cui Rong stared at her, remembering what Shen Hua had said before. But Shen Hua was still alive now!

She didn’t quite believe it and tried to find lies in Shen Hua’s eyes.

None.

She cheered.

"What a pity."

Shen Hua smiled.

Cui Rong was willing to forgive her: "I will burn paper money for you."

"Hmm, even if you burn paper money, I still care about what happened today."

"It’s your own inability to come out, why do you always blame me?"

Shen Hua glared at her: "If I don’t blame you, should I blame myself?"

That seemed quite reasonable.

Cui Rong glanced at Cui Yun and couldn’t help but ask for advice humbly: "So does it mean next time I hit someone, I don’t need to reflect on it either?"

Shen Hua: "If I were you, I would reflect on why that person has a face I want to punch."

"I understand now."

"No, you do not understand."

Shen Hua spoke with suggestive meaning: "Commandery Princess, you and I are different."

Leaving these words, Shen Hua turned to Cui Yun to complain: "Marquis, there is something you may not know, the little princess recently made the young master of Duke Wei Mansion cry. At such a young age, she is indeed too harsh."

Cui Rong: "???"

"Didn’t you say you would keep it a secret for me?"

"Oh."

Shen Hua: "I forgot."

Cui Yun listened to their conversation patiently, not knowing whether to laugh or to be angry. He even wondered if allowing Shen Hua to stay at Marquis Mansion was a mistake.

Right or wrong, she was clearly a big trouble.

His head ached a bit.

He wanted to discipline them both.

He spoke to little dumpling lightly: "It seems the teacher hasn’t given you enough homework usually. I will consult with him to intensify your education. The last time the teacher mentioned in front of me that your writing practices were quite good. It seems to be effective. In my opinion, changing from five pages of characters a day to ten isn’t too hard."

Cui Rong wilted.

"Ah, this..."

Cui Yun: "Your Second Uncle thinks, it’s not a problem."

He didn’t look at Shen Hua, his tone unequivocal: "If Miss Shen truly loves reading, this really shouldn’t be a difficult task, teaching one is teaching, teaching two is also teaching, presumably he won’t mind."

"No..."

"No need to be polite with me, then it’s settled."

Shen Hua wilted.

Just as Cui Xuan came out of the courtyard, she saw the two girls in front of Cui Yun rubbing their fingers pitifully.

As if the sky had fallen.

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