15 – Just Married, and Already Brought a Woman Home
Gan Song was taken aback, not expecting her to be concerned about this matter.
He had thought she didn’t have Third Highness in her heart at all.
Actually, she probably really wanted to sleep with His Highness, right?
But unfortunately…
“Ahem, Imperial Consort, I truly apologize, but you’ll continue sleeping in your own room…”
Gan Song pretended to cough, his tone as gentle as possible, afraid of hurting someone’s pride.
Lu Xiao Ning raised an eyebrow. “You mean I’m sleeping separately from your Highness? We don’t have to share a room, right?”
“Yes…” Gan Song bowed slightly, nodding, trying his best to show sorrow and sympathy. “Imperial Consort, I can understand how you feel right now. However, His Highness is slow to warm up. Please be patient for a while; things will gradually get better.”
“Huh? What are you mumbling about?” Lu Xiao Ning looked confused, scratching her head.
Turning around, she immediately started bouncing with joy, feeling incredibly happy.
She had been worried about having to sleep with Zong Zheng Ye.
She had many sleeping quirks—she slept lightly and was easily awakened.
What if Zong Zheng Ye snored or ground his teeth at night? She’d be miserable!
It was much more comfortable sleeping alone.
Watching Lu Xiao Ning’s cheerful demeanor, Gan Song’s mouth twitched.
What was going on?
Had the Imperial Consort been so shocked that she’d gone mad?
…
Lu Xiao Ning went upstairs and passed by the door of Zong Zheng Ye’s luxurious room, only to find the guards missing.
Glancing through the crack in the door, she saw no light inside.
Could it be that Zong Zheng Ye wasn’t there again?
She muttered to herself but didn’t dwell on it, stepping forward to push open her own room door and walking inside.
Once in the room, she kicked off her slippers and walked around barefoot.
On her bed were several sets of new clothes, clearly ordered by Zong Zheng Ye.
Walking over, she casually flipped through them—the fabric was good and felt comfortable to the touch.
She picked up a nightgown and headed toward the bathroom.
“Washy washy, take a bath, baby’s golden water is a must…”
Humming a tune while enjoying her bubble bath, Lu Xiao Ning’s mood remained bright.
If she didn’t think about revenge, life in this reincarnation was indeed quite comfortable.
Unlike her previous life, where she lived in darkness, spending all day in front of a computer, scheming wicked things.
“So refreshing!”
After happily finishing her bath, Lu Xiao Ning stretched her feet high up.
A closer look at this body revealed fair, translucent skin, like a peeled lychee.
There was hardly any body hair, only fine white fuzz, making her skin appear even more delicate.
Lu Xiao Ning’s skin was naturally flawless.
As for her figure, while not overly seductive, she had a perfect nine-head proportion, with particularly long legs.
The more she looked, the more Lu Xiao Ning felt that, in terms of appearance alone, she wasn’t much worse than Zong Zheng Ye.
In fact, they complemented each other quite well in looks.
So she felt she hadn’t gained much of an advantage.
On the contrary, Zong Zheng Ye was lucky to have a beauty like her—he must have accumulated good karma in his past life.
Feeling quite pleased with herself, Lu Xiao Ning put on her nightgown after her bath, towel-dried her hair until it was half-dry, and stepped out of the bathroom.
It was getting late, so she planned to play on the computer for a while before going to sleep.
Holding her laptop, she had just settled by the windowsill when her peripheral vision caught a stretch limousine pulling up beside the fountain outside the castle.
Lu Xiao Ning glanced at the time on her computer—almost midnight.
Holy cow, as a prince, is he usually this busy?
Truly devoted to the people, impressive, impressive.
An expression of admiration flickered in Lu Xiao Ning’s eyes, but it didn’t last long.
Because soon, a tall, curvaceous woman stepped out of the Lincoln.
The woman had a full figure, with curves in all the right places, and her long black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall.
She wore traditional attire of the country, and though her clothes were wrapped tightly, they still couldn’t conceal her enviable figure.
Lu Xiao Ning couldn’t make out her face clearly.
The next moment, Zong Zheng Ye was wheeled out of the car by Wen Jing.
The woman said something to Zong Zheng Ye and then burst into tears.
She knelt on the ground, wrapped her arms around Zong Zheng Ye’s legs, and buried her face against his knees.
From Lu Xiao Ning’s angle, the pose was downright cringe-worthy.
Zong Zheng Ye raised his hand, hovering it mid-air as if to embrace the woman, but ultimately gave up.
Wen Jing then called for two palace attendants to drag the woman away.
Only then did Lu Xiao Ning notice that the woman staggered unsteadily, as if heavily intoxicated.
Damn! The woman was actually brought into the castle!
She and Zong Zheng Ye had only been married for a month, and he couldn’t resist bringing another woman home already?
Just a moment ago, she thought he was diligent and caring toward the people. Now it seemed the reason he returned so late was because he’d been fooling around outside!
Disgusting!
Lu Xiao Ning raised her middle finger, her lips pursed in disdain.
As if by some telepathic connection, just as she raised her finger, the man in the wheelchair looked up and glanced in her direction.
Time seemed to freeze, and she forgot to retract her finger.
She didn’t know how much time passed before Zong Zheng Ye, on his own, wheeled himself away and disappeared from her sight.
How embarrassing! He probably didn’t see her flipping him off earlier, right?
After all, it was so dark outside.
Yeah, definitely didn’t see it.
Lu Xiao Ning comforted herself but instantly lost her mood.
She jumped down from the bay window, tossed her laptop onto the nearby sofa, and leaped onto the fluffy bed.
Tossing and turning for a while, she still felt unsettled inside.
She had thought Zong Zheng Ye was different from Zongzheng Ting, but it turned out they were birds of a feather!
…
The next day…
Lu Xiao Ning was awakened by the sound of music.
Early in the morning, the entire castle echoed with classical European melodies.
She covered her ears, but the sound still seeped through.
With no other choice, she rolled over in bed and jumped up.
After quickly washing up in the bathroom and changing into fresh clothes, she stepped out of her room.
Even as she descended the spiral staircase to the first floor, she couldn’t stop yawning.
“You there, the servant, go and invite His Highness for breakfast.”
A tall, curvaceous woman, holding two plates, walked toward the dining table.
After setting the plates down, she turned to Lu Xiao Ning and spoke.
Lu Xiao Ning froze for a moment before suddenly remembering.
Last night, Zong Zheng Ye had brought a woman back…
And this woman was already up early making breakfast? What a show-off.
“You, the servant, I’m talking to you! Why are you so slow? Go and invite His Highness!” Seeing Lu Xiao Ning unmoving, Xia Yu Wan repeated.
“Servant? Me?” Lu Xiao Ning pointed at her own nose.
“It’s you.” Xia Yu Wan assumed a haughty posture, as if she were the mistress of this castle.
“A servant? What the hell kind of servant? You’re the servant! Your whole family are servants!” Lu Xiao Ning fired back directly.