Let's Squander A Billion First!-Chapter 1677: Lord Qiansui (29)

Chuzheng was sleeping soundly when she suddenly felt someone come in. She kept her eyes closed and felt a surge of irritation.

She pondered whether to get up and deal with the intruder sneaking into the room, but suddenly sensed something and stayed still.

The space next to her sank, and then someone lay down, reaching out to hold her.

Chuzheng: "..."

Chuzheng waited for a while; seeing that the person behind her made no further moves, she was too lazy to move, closed her eyes, and continued to sleep.

-

The next day.

When Chuzheng got up, the person next to her was already gone, but she could vaguely see the impression left behind by someone lying there.

Chuzheng clicked her tongue, lifted the quilt, and got up.

After getting ready and heading out, Chuzheng found Yin Shen absent and casually grabbed someone: "Where’s Yin Shen?"

Addressing him by name was nothing new for Chuzheng, and Yin Shen didn’t seem angry about it—in fact, he looked quite happy, so the palace attendants had grown numb to it.

"The Lord has gone to see His Majesty."

His Majesty, His Majesty...

Does he actually like that old codger?

Chuzheng finished her breakfast, but Yin Shen still hadn’t returned; instead, Princess Changhuan came by.

Princess Changhuan seemed anything but ordinary on her way in, sneaky as if she were a thief.

This time, Princess Changhuan wasn’t planning on leaving the palace; she just came to chat with Chuzheng to relieve her boredom.

She had sneaked out of the palace yesterday and was reported by Yin Shen today; the Emperor punished her by making her copy books. She had managed to send people away to sneak out again, but she’d have to sneak back in later.

Princess Changhuan once suspected that Chuzheng was being held here by that dead eunuch Yin Shen, but seeing Chuzheng skillfully ordering around the palace maids and eunuchs made her suspicion waver.

After staying for a while, perhaps fearing an encounter with Yin Shen, Princess Changhuan quickly climbed over the wall and left.

Chuzheng clicked her tongue in disbelief.

It’s really hard to be a princess these days; you even have to know how to climb walls.

Chuzheng didn’t see Yin Shen all day, but at night when she went to bed, Yin Shen came, just like the night before, only holding her without any excessive behavior.

Pathetic.

Truly pathetic.

-

Time flew by like a fleeting horse—over a month had passed. During this time, Chuzheng didn’t leave, and Yin Shen didn’t do anything unusual.

As for the answer Chuzheng wanted, Yin Shen still hadn’t given it to her.

Chuzheng didn’t have much to do at the moment, so she wasn’t in a hurry to push Yin Shen and enjoyed an idle life, occasionally receiving Thank-You Cards from Princess Changhuan.

On this day, Chuzheng received a letter brought in from outside the palace.

It was brought in by someone from Jin Zhi, and it said that Zhu Dongfeng and Xu Jiaowei were getting married.

Chuzheng raised an eyebrow. Wasn’t Zhu Dongfeng’s target supposed to be Princess Changhuan?

[You didn’t think about it, did you? Princess Changhuan is always thinking about coming to see you; she doesn’t have time to deal with Zhu Dongfeng.]

Oh?

So it’s my fault?

Then again, Chuzheng was gleeful; Princess Changhuan should thank me for helping her avoid a scumbag.

[...]

Fine, as long as you’re happy.

In this era, people just get married, but it’s still not as rapid as modern flash marriages.

A good day for the wedding was chosen, and wedding preparations took quite some time.

Chuzheng thought this matter had nothing to do with her, but unexpectedly, Yin Shen came to ask her if she wanted to attend the wedding.

"Aren’t you afraid I’ll run away?" Chuzheng asked meaningfully.

Yin Shen smiled and said, "I won’t let you run away," full of confidence.

"Ha."

Chuzheng rarely let out such a tone, her expression icy and her gaze cold as she looked at Yin Shen.

Yin Shen seemed not to notice, softly asking, "Xiao Chu, want to go?"

Chuzheng slowly uttered two words, "Don’t want to."

Yin Shen: "..."

Yin Shen was silent for a while, not insisting, and reminded her to behave before taking his leave.

The Commandery Princess was getting married, and His Majesty couldn’t go personally, so naturally, he, the Lord, had to represent His Majesty.

Zhu Dongfeng and Xu Jiaowei’s wedding was grand; the commoners all went to watch the excitement.

Chuzheng didn’t go, but she heard some murmurs about it.

Yin Shen didn’t return until night, carrying a bit of alcohol scent, not unpleasant, but somewhat intoxicating instead.

"The weather is so chilly; why are you still sitting here?" Yin Shen walked over to Chuzheng, bent down, and picked her up: "Waiting for me?"

"You’re overthinking."

Yin Shen chuckled softly, carrying her into the room.

The palace attendants outside sensibly closed the door, left, and after walking a distance, somebody whispered gossip: "Are the Lord and Miss Chuzheng...?"

He didn’t finish the sentence, just gestured in a way everyone understood.

But no one picked up the topic.

Who’d dare gossip about Yin Shen? Don’t they value their life?

-

Their life after marriage seemed quite good, as neither Zhu Dongfeng nor Xu Jiaowei tried to make their presence felt in front of Chuzheng.

Chuzheng asked Jin Zhi how the matters were progressing.

Jin Zhi said everything was going smoothly.

Chuzheng burned the letter.

Yin Shen happened to walk in and saw the corner of the letter that hadn’t been burned completely. His eyes narrowed slightly: "What are you burning?"

Chuzheng casually flicked the last bit into the fire, answering honestly, "A letter."

"What kind of letter?"

Who sent it in to her?

Chuzheng clapped her hands: "I don’t have to tell you, do I?"

Yin Shen stared at her for a few seconds, his gaze heavy as if a storm was brewing within.

In an instant, the storm disappeared without a trace: "It’s nice weather today; let me take you out for a walk."

"No." Chuzheng reclined back in her chair: "Don’t bother me."

I just want to lie here like a salted fish.

Going out is out of the question!

Yin Shen: "..."

With both coaxing and tricking, Yin Shen finally got Chuzheng out of the palace. As they sat in the carriage, Yin Shen’s mood was noticeably low, holding her fingers and playing with them absentmindedly, lost in thought.

"Where are you taking me?" Chuzheng pulled back the curtain to look outside. The road seemed like the route to Haitang Street.

Yin Shen snapped back, pulled Chuzheng over, and held her: "I can answer the question you asked me before."

"Hmm?"

The carriage stopped just in time; Yin Shen kissed her forehead and got out first.

It was indeed Haitang Street outside, and from here she could see her residence.

Chuzheng refused Yin Shen’s hand, getting off the carriage on her own.

"Be careful," Yin Shen said helplessly, "Girls shouldn’t be so rough; it’s unattractive to have scars."

"Are you sending me home?" Chuzheng paused, "So, have you decided to be mine?"

Yin Shen just wanted to smile and said nothing.

Chuzheng: "..."

For crying out loud.

What’s the Good Person Card trying to pull!

I put up with you, and you think you’re pretty tough, huh!

Yin Shen led her toward the residence.

Chuzheng wasn’t in a hurry and quietly followed him.

Just as they were approaching the Chu Residence, Yin Shen suddenly turned, leading Chuzheng to a different residence nearby.

This residence had no signboard, and as they approached, the door opened automatically.