TSINW3 Chapter 74

Chapter 074 – This Miserable Young Master – “Mom and Dad can’t just open their mouths” (05/08)

 

Ai Xiu: “Huh? We’re here on a mission. We need to go to your capital city…”

 

Xie Chenyang looked utterly dejected.

 

Ai Xiu felt a pang of sympathy. “Don’t be sad. Once we’ve finished speaking with your emperor, I’ll come find you in Yizhou City, okay?”

 

Xie Chenyang reached out and pulled him into an embrace. “I can’t bear to part with you.”

 

Ai Xiu felt a twinge of sadness too. “I won’t be able to bear it either.”

 

These past few days aboard the ship, His Royal Highness had truly grown increasingly captivated by the exquisite pleasure of intimacy.

 

Before, he had looked down on such things, missing out on so much joy. Now that he’d discovered this delight, they would be parting ways after only a few days.

 

Ai Xiu held him tighter, the cold earring grazing his cheek. “I want to be even closer to you.”

 

Xie Chenyang: “…” He’s seducing me.

 

Ai Xiu sighed regretfully. “But it’s fine. I’ve already learned of the method. That blissful, shivering pleasure… By the time I see you next, I might even surpass you.”

 

The days spent clinging to Xie Chenyang had been pleasurable, yet he had always controlled the rhythm.

 

Perhaps Ai Xiu could practice on his own and turn the tables when they met again. Even a prince of a nation harbored a desire to dominate.

 

[What does he mean?]

 

You Huang chuckled. “He means to find someone to hone his skills.”

 

Xie Chenyang stepped back slightly, cupping Ai Xiu’s chin with one hand before deepening the kiss. Xie Chenyang gripped his waist. “Don’t even try. No one but me can make you happy.”

 

Ai Xiu’s body went limp as he gasped out a nod. “Mm-hmm.”

 

Asa emerged from the room drenched in sweat. He wiped his forehead with a damp cloth. “I’ve treated the wound. Just change the dressing daily from now on. She’s asleep now. You may go in and see her, but don’t wake her. She should try to get some rest.”

 

“I’ll let her sleep.” Xie Chenyang closed the door after glancing inside and nodded to Ai Xiu. “I need to talk to you, Ai Xiu. Where is your room?”

 

Ai Xiu tilted his chin. “Follow me.”

 

Asa dropped the handkerchief, murmuring, “Could it be that His Royal Highness and this Midlands lad…?”

 

Back home, countless men and women had pursued the prince, only to be rejected by his exacting standards. What made this Midlander superior to the warriors and women of Leisen?

 

He clenched the handkerchief, suddenly feeling something amiss.

 

Wait, this handkerchief? Hadn’t it been pulled from that woman’s mouth?

 

His smile cracked.

 

The moment Ai Xiu entered the room, he instinctively embraced Xie Chenyang, leaning in to kiss his Adam’s apple.

 

Xie Chenyang tilted his head back slightly, his expression serious. “I have something important to discuss with you.”

 

Ai Xiu gave Xie Chengyang’s Adam’s apple a light bite, tugging his fur coat downward. Xie Chenyang swallowed hard, then swept Ai Xiu up in his arms and carried him toward the bed.

 

It was time to teach his little prince some practical lessons.

 

———-

 

Yang Fusui was awakened by Asa.

 

She had slept through the night, feeling much more relaxed. Unlike the constant anxiety at the Hundred Beauties Pavilion, this restful sleep made her reluctant to wake.

 

Asa, considering her a long-term patient and potentially the future princess consort’s sister, had taken the opportunity while she slept to learn more Central Plains language from the translator.

 

Now he stated concisely, “Dinner.”

 

Recalling earlier events, Yang Fusui extended her hand confidently. “Can you help me up?”

 

Asa seized her arm and pulled her to her feet, casually draping the new garments Prince Ai Xiu’s attendant had gone to purchase over her shoulders. “Our prince bought you a new outfit.”

 

Yang Fusui: “Prince?”

 

Could it be… her brother’s friend was actually a prince?

 

A real prince… That meant he was probably an imperial prince, right? The emperor’s son?

 

‘Good heavens, what an incredibly distinguished friend my brother has made! Far more prestigious than that noble young master Li Chengwang!’

 

“Wait, this isn’t how you should do it. You can leave now. I’ll put it on myself.”

 

“Oh, okay.”

 

——-

 

Only Xie Chenyang, Ai Xiu, Yang Fusui, and Asa sat at the dining table.

 

At other tables, everyone else sat at a distance.

 

Watching Xie Chenyang gently feed Ai Xiu, who accepted without hesitation, and occasionally exchanging glances, Yang Fusui swallowed hard. “Brother…”

 

Xie Chenyang looked up. “Didn’t I call Doctor Asa to keep you company?”

 

Yang Fusui: “?” Was that his role?

 

Asa: “?” Wasn’t I here to eat?

 

“Be good. Eat your meal. If you want to chat, find Asa.” After saying this, Xie Chenyang picked up another bite and held it to Ai Xiu’s mouth.

 

Ai Xiu ate it with a smile.

 

Yang Fusui: “…”

 

Asa was unfazed. After a moment of speechlessness, he calmly resumed eating.

 

Yang Fusui found it all a bit odd—whether it was the feeding or the exchanged glances , it felt slightly off.

 

Ai Xiu finished eating quickly. Xie Chenyang left his sister behind and helped him walk back.

 

Yang Fusui felt something was off about Prince Ai Xiu’s gait. “Is your prince injured?”

 

Asa glanced up. “His waist…isn’t well.

 

Yang Fusui: “?”

 

At that moment, Prince Ai Xiu, whose waist was supposedly ailing, was nodding vigorously as if bewitched by a demonic concubine. “Yes, yes, yes.”

 

Xie Chenyang curved his lips into a smile. “Then it’s settled. Have your personal guard take the others to the capital. You and I shall go to Yizhou City.”

 

Ai Xiu nodded vigorously again, his gaze drifting downward. “I think…”

 

“Don’t think.” Xie Chenyang lifted his chin and kissed him. “We’ll depart tomorrow. Rest well tonight.”

 

“Get a comfortable carriage.”

 

“Hmm, that’ll be convenient for my sister too.”

 

Ai Xiu was so annoyed that he bit him.

 

———

 

The next day, two carriages left Dongle City.

 

Before departure, Xie Chenyang recounted everything that had transpired to Yang Fusui.

 

He held nothing back—neither about the brutal deaths of her parents nor how Li Chengwang had thrown the original Yang Zhou into the sea.

 

He offered her two choices.

 

One, accompany him to Yizhou, eliminate Li Chengwang, and avenge her parents.

 

Or two, receive a sum of money to renovate her family’s courtyard, rebuild her food stall, and settle in Dongle City.

 

Yang Fusui chose the former without hesitation. “He killed our parents and left my brother fighting for his life. I cannot rest until this vengeance is satisfied!”

 

Xie Chenyang found this unsurprising.

 

What she sought to avenge was not only her parents’ deaths, but also her brother’s.

 

She would never know that she had lost not just her parents, but her brother too.

 

He hadn’t merely fought for his life—his soul had long since returned to the sea.

 

Yang Fusui laid down on the blanket-covered seat, watching Asa leaning against the carriage window and munching on fruit. She thought, Brother is so trusting—allowing a man to share space with her like this. He must have an excessive faith in this foreign physician.

 

Asa caught her gaze and tilted his head slightly. “Does it hurt?”

 

She shook her head.

 

Asa asked, “Will you teach me to speak?”

 

Two carriages with two study pairs.

 

Unlike Yang Fusui and the doctor, Xie Chenyang and the prince in the front carriage had paused their lessons.

 

Ai Xiu hadn’t slept well the night before and now rested peacefully in Xie Chenyang’s embrace. His eyes closed, his brow appeared slightly cold from Xie Chenyang’s perspective.

 

He reached out to touch the ruby on Ai Xiu’s forehead: [Dad, who could he be?]

 

You Huang: “You don’t know, so how could I?”

 

[I’m suddenly curious about my past memories. What was the real him like?]

 

You Huang: “He’ll definitely be the one you love.”

 

Xie Chenyang felt an immediate sense of relief. [Yes! He absolutely has to be the one I love!]

 

You Huang: “Don’t rush. It won’t be long now.”

 

[Mhm! I’m not rushing, but I am worried about one thing.]

 

You Huang pondered: “Worried that in your original world, he might not be the one you want?”

 

[No.]

 

Xie Chenyang withdrew his hand and closed his eyes.

 

[I’m worried that after I return, you’ll become someone else’s system, and we’ll be separated forever.]

 

You Huang remained silent for a long time before murmuring, “Separated forever isn’t quite how it works.”

 

[Hahahaha.]

 

“Don’t worry. After everything ends, I’ll come find you.”

 

[Mm!]

 

———

 

The journey from Dongle City to Yizhou City was lengthy.

 

Asa personally tended to Yang Fusui’s wounds every day.

 

By the time they reached Yizhou City, the wounds on her back had scabbed over. Aside from some itching, she could move freely.

 

Xie Chenyang went straight to the Bai residence.

 

You Huang remarked, “I thought you’d go straight for Li Chengwang with a blade.”

 

[Why waste personal resources when they’re available? Besides, Li Chengwang has Bai Yutao backing him. We can’t let either of them off the hook.]

 

The gatekeeper at the Bai residence was startled upon seeing Xie Chenyang.

 

Xie Chenyang curved his lips. “You’re not mistaken. I am your master’s long-lost son. Is he at home?”

 

The gatekeeper studied his face, showing no doubt. “The master isn’t here, but the mistress is.”

 

Xie Chenyang: “Then please inform your mistress.”

 

“Yes, of course.” The gatekeeper hurried off to relay the message.

 

Upon hearing about it, the steward personally went to the back courtyard.

 

“Mistress, the gatekeeper reports a man at the gate claiming to be the master’s long-lost son. He bears an uncanny resemblance to the young master.”

 

“What?!” Madam Bai smashed her teacup in fury. “So very good of Bai Zhuang! I thought he truly cherished me deeply, never taking a concubine or chasing women all these years. Now an illegitimate son shows up at our door!”

 

The steward explained, “From the gatekeeper’s account, upon hearing the master was absent, the man insisted on seeing the mistress. If he were truly an illegitimate son, he likely wouldn’t… act this way.”

 

Madam Bai heard his words, her fury only intensifying. “Well, he’s brazenly arrogant, thinking he can get away with it just because he looks like Bai Zhuang, right?”

 

The steward: “That’s not what I meant…”

 

Madam Bai stormed out, her anger boiling over. “I’ll see just where this little brat gets his nerve! Steward, go fetch Bai Zhuang back here!”

 

The steward: “…”

 

Madam Bai left in such haste she didn’t notice the maid’s pale face behind her. The steward caught it, gave her a subtle glance, then followed. He had to go out and fetch the master back quickly.

 

Xie Chenyang and his three companions waited outside the gate. The two high-class carriages parked nearby drew the neighbors’ quiet attention.

 

Some quietly opened their doors a crack, others climbed onto their garden walls, while the rest stood openly nearby, pretending to chat with companions but stealing frequent glances at Xie Chenyang’s group.

 

As neighbors who had witnessed Bai Zhuang’s youth, they could easily imagine all sorts of melodramatic scenarios just by looking at Xie Chenyang.

 

Unfazed, Xie Chenyang watched the furious noblewoman approach and curved his lips into a smile. “Mother.”

 

You Huang: “…” It was definitely in character—he called them “Father” and “Mother” without hesitation.

 

Mrs. Bai’s initial fury vanished the moment she saw him. Instead, her heart skipped a beat, inexplicably recalling that sudden pang of pain and restlessness she’d felt days ago.

 

Only when the butler hurried past her and dashed out the door did she snap back to reality, her face hardening. “I don’t recall…” ever bearing a son like you!

 

The rest of the sentence died on her lips. Staring at his face—the spitting image of her husband in his youth—her words took an unexpected turn.

 

“You mustn’t go around calling people that.”

 

 

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