Join?
Join what? It definitely was not a group chat.
Pei Ji’s entire mind buzzed from the shock. For a pure boy who blushed at holding hands and bristled at a kiss, it was no different from a tsunami.
“You… how could you…”
How could she say such words without batting an eye.
If not for clearly seeing that she still had the Palace Guarding Sand, he would have suspected he had entered some den of debauchery.
Chu Yunge’s blunt words left Pei Ji completely defenseless, yet her face was full of sincerity—she was not joking.
Pei Ji panted heavily, nearly blurting out his agreement on impulse just to see if she truly could accept him joining.
But he had just learned the hard way that words could cause trouble, so he forcibly held back the words at the tip of his tongue.
He could not impulsively agree only to fail to deliver and completely ruin things in the end.
He could not join, yet he was unwilling to leave. He only wanted Li Guangi to leave, did not want to see Li Guangi being an eyesore, but he had no standing to stop it.
It was like a basin of cold water poured over his head, chilling him to the core.
In the end, Pei Ji glanced at Chu Yunge and fled from the roof as if escaping for his life.
Yet his expression and retreating figure were filled with indignant solitude, as if he had been ruthlessly betrayed and abandoned by a scumbag. He looked quite pitiful.
Li Guangi could not help looking at Chu Yunge. After all, they had been engaged for quite some time.
He had even prepared himself for Chu Yunge to go coax Pei Ji while he left.
But… Chu Yunge was heartless.
She had seen it too, yet she only thought Pei Ji was so dramatic. With Pei Ji gone, her ears were finally quiet.
She looked at Li Guangi. “Scared, right? In the future, if you run into Pei Ji, don’t be polite with him. If he dares treat you like that again, hit him back directly. He won’t use martial arts to bully you.”
Li Guangi hesitated, then nodded.
Chu Yunge knew it was not easy for Li Guangi to face Pei Ji—after all, their statuses differed. It was not just in ancient times; even in the modern era, who dared provoke someone of high status.
She reached out and pulled Li Guangi to sit beside her, then leaned in to kiss him.
“Remember this: from now on, I am your backer. I will support you.”
Her man—she would naturally protect him.
She had seen everything about how rude Pei Ji had been to Li Guangi just now.
Li Guangi glanced at Chu Yunge and nodded lightly.
With those words from Her Highness, he was satisfied.
He had thought Her Highness would chase after the Little Marquis, but now… he felt quite happy.
Yet he could not help glancing at the beam.
Chu Yunge chuckled. “What, jealous? I was just teasing him earlier. I had no intention of doing anything with him, nor of letting him join. I am not that outrageous—I just predicted his reaction and said it on purpose.”
She added meaningfully, “This Princess will not force anyone and will only sleep with those I want to sleep with.”
Li Guangi nodded, finally relaxing with a breath of relief.
He had truly been worried that Her Highness harbored such intentions. The two of them… he still could not quite accept it.
Seeing this, Chu Yunge took his hand. “Do you know how to consummate a marriage or how to please a person?”
Li Guangi’s heart thudded heavily. Under her gaze, he stiffly shook his head—he did not know yet…
“I figured you wouldn’t.”
Chu Yunge pushed Li Guangi down flat, tapped the tip of his nose, then slid her finger downward and pinched his lip.
“Don’t be afraid. I’ll teach you.”
Li Guangi only felt a numbing tingle on his lip shoot straight from his spine to the top of his head. His hands clutched the quilt beneath him, his heart in utter turmoil.
Was this too fast…
He had no experience—would the Princess be disappointed…
If he did not serve her well and she took a dislike to him, what then…
Chu Yunge looked at his trembling eyelashes. “Don’t be afraid.”
She whispered softly as she kissed his eye, brushed his slightly cool nose tip, and moved lower still.
She stroked Li Guangi’s sensitive, feverish earlobe, then finally touched his Adam’s apple. Taking advantage of his parted lips, she slipped inside.
As for kissing, because it had only been a light touch of lips before, Li Guangi thought it was just that—lips brushing lips…
Even that level of stimulation had been huge for him.
But for Chu Yunge, how could it be so simple.
She was very patient, guiding Li Guangi meticulously. The kiss was long and intricate.
Even so, it still stirred up waves of tingling numbness that spread from his lips throughout his body. Li Guangi’s breathing grew heavy at once, his whole body shuddering from the intensity…
Chu Yunge was just starting to enjoy herself when Du Ruo’s voice came from outside. “Little Marquis, why are you here?”
Chu Yunge frowned and paused. Pei Ji had not left?
Du Ruo’s anxious voice rang out again. “Little Marquis, did you vomit blood?”
Vomit blood?
Li Guangi, still panting lightly, turned his head. Chu Yunge held her back. “I’ll go take a look.”
Chu Yunge rose and opened the bedroom door, just in time to hear Pei Ji defending himself. “Don’t talk nonsense. I didn’t vomit blood.”
“But there’s blood at the corner of your mouth…” Du Ruo looked utterly confused.
Pei Ji sat ramrod straight in front of the hall, hugging his sword.
With Du Ruo’s gaze in front of him and the sound of the door opening behind, his body grew even more tense—tense enough to tremble slightly.
He was a fine young hero, yet his back view was inexplicably full of sad solitude.
Du Ruo spotted Chu Yunge and hurried forward to salute, paying Pei Ji no mind. “Your Highness, this servant has returned.”
Du Ruo took the initiative to explain how she had been knocked unconscious, then woken up on the carriage and been sent back. “This servant only learned upon waking that Young Master Xie wanted to take you back to Chen State. She feared you had truly gone there.”
This encounter filled Du Ruo with fear.
When she heard that Chu Yunge might have been taken to Chen State, her heart had been in utter panic.
For the first time, she clearly felt that the only person she could truly rely on was Chu Yunge. Without her, for all the vastness of the world, there would be no place for Du Ruo.
Du Ruo had many words she wanted to say to Chu Yunge, and she wanted to express her loyalty, but Chu Yunge had no mood to listen. She waved her hand. “As long as you came back alive, that’s fine.”
It was clearly Xie Wangze who had knocked her out.
She walked up to Pei Ji. “You vomited blood?”
Pei Ji shot a glare at Du Ruo and turned his face away. “No. I didn’t vomit blood. She’s making it up.”
Chu Yunge bent down for a closer look. Pei Ji had wiped it, but traces remained on his lips. She examined the mark.
“So you bit your lip.”
Pei Ji watched Chu Yunge lean in close. His gaze inevitably fell on her excessively rosy lips. Thinking of what she had just been doing, his hands clenched into tight fists.
Chu Yunge saw his reddened eyes, and her expression turned peculiar. “So, can you explain why you’re still here?”
“I told you to leave, but you didn’t. You eavesdropped on me and Li Guangi being intimate and bit your lip doing it.”
Last time, when Xie Wangze had wanted to kiss her to detoxify, Pei Ji had flipped in through the window right on time, as if he had some kind of kiss detector installed.
“Pei Ji, since when did you develop a hobby for eavesdropping? Or do you also want to kiss someone…”
Pei Ji straightened up and cut her off. “I don’t have that hobby. I didn’t think about kissing you.”
Inside the hall, Li Guangi—who had been trying hard to calm his breathing—heard this and pursed his lips.
Her Highness had said “kiss someone,” but the Little Marquis had blurted out “I didn’t think about kissing you.” What difference was there from admitting it outright?