Chapter 671: Chapter 485, Jack-o’-lantern (Seeking recommendation votes…) _3
At the mention of Fang Hao, Rebecca’s heart skipped a beat and her gaze became somewhat unfocused.
After being forcefully kissed twice, she had been having the oddest dreams during her rest.
His figure was always present, and he was constantly doing strange things.
Right now, she was uncertain whether this was simply her reaction to being intimate with a man or if she had really fallen for him.
“Never mind him, it annoys me every time he’s brought up.”
The maid gave a subtle smile. She knew Rebecca best and understood that the ‘annoyance’ she’d mentioned wasn’t actual irritation.
In a soothing voice she said, “City Lord, young and handsome, moreover influential, cherish people’s feelings, he is a lot better than those decrepit nobles. What more could you ask for, madam?”
The maid was aware of the nobles who had covertly and openly pursued Rebecca. However, she’d never come across anyone as youthful, handsome, pleasant-tempered as Fang Hao before.
“Enough! Is it your place to speak on such matters!” Rebecca scolded, her face stern.
The maid instantly put away her smile. “Yes, ma’am, I apologize.”
Rebecca stopped talking, simply resting her chin in her hand, staring out the window.
Seeing her in such a state, the maid suggested again, “Madam, if you’re bored, why not ask the City Lord to come up for a visit? He could keep you company for a chat.”
Rebecca, both embarrassed and angry, grabbed the maid’s hand and slapped it twice.
“Bringing him up again… why should he come? Do I enjoy being annoyed? Honestly, asking him to come chat with me…”
Even though the maid’s hand was hit, she didn’t get angry.
Smiling, she put it another way, “You’re very good at Go, madam. I can’t compete. Why don’t I find someone who’s your equal to keep you company? It might alleviate the boredom of the journey.”
“…Alright, fine. Go.”
The maid instructed the coach to slow down slightly and then hopped off.
Not long after, the carriage door opened once more.
A man in a brocade robe carefully crawled in.
The maid, however, didn’t follow him. Instead, she gave instructions to the surrounding guards before climbing into the carriage behind them.
Upon entering, Fang Hao immediately settled comfortably next to Rebecca.
“What are you doing? Why are you sitting here?” Rebecca shrank back.
Without a shade of embarrassment, Fang Hao defended himself, “Madam, didn’t you want to play Go with me?”
“You’re meant to sit opposite me to play Go.”
“Who says you have to sit across from your opponent when playing Go?” Fang Hao refuted, shameless.
Rebecca found she was helpless against this thick-skinned man.
She gave him a sharp look, “Sit there then, I’ll sit opposite.”
After speaking, she tried to circle around the wooden table to take the seat opposite him.
But Fang Hao wasn’t about to let this opportunity slip.
He grabbed her wrist and gently pulled.
Rebecca was pulled back, and given the instability of the carriage…
She stumbled and ended up sitting in Fang Hao’s lap.
A soft sensation came from his thigh.
She gasped, but immediately clamped her mouth shut, listening carefully to ensure the commotion inside hadn’t been heard by the guards outside.
Fang Hao stayed silent.
“What are you doing?” Rebecca asked angrily.
Fang Hao, however, was all smiles. “Nothing much, I just didn’t want let you go.”
“You’re crazy.” she replied, attempting to stand.
There was no way Fang Hao would let her go. He blocked her with one hand on her waist, preventing her from standing.
He spoke softly, “Don’t rush. Let’s play a round of Go and chat.”
Rebecca’s face turned beet red. She tried to struggle, but he was stronger.
She pushed against him a few times but failed to break free.
On the contrary, Fang Hao quite enjoyed the feeling of Rebecca struggling in his lap.
Seeing she was unable to free herself, Rebecca had no choice but to sit quietly in his lap.
Face flushed, she said softly, “No funny business, or I won’t talk to you ever again.”
“Sure, let’s just play Go and chat.”
So saying, he picked up a piece and placed it in the center of the board.
Rebecca realized she had no other option, so she resigned herself to the situation.
She felt no discomfort. Plus, she had a soft cushion to sit on, which mitigated the bumpiness of the carriage.
What did she have to concern herself with?
She glanced at the board and placed her own piece.
The skill level of both players turned out to be quite similar. Each had to observe the board carefully before placing their next piece.
After placing another piece, Rebecca started in a soft voice, “In a few days, we’ll arrive at Silver Wing City. The conniving and conspiring among the nobility is the most tiresome. At that time, listen to me, tell me whenever you receive any invitations. If you can avoid attending any event, don’t go. Save yourself the annoyance.”
“Understood, I really don’t want to get involved in all that.” said Fang Hao, placing his piece.
Although he had not interacted with any nobles before.
He had seen enough of their intriguing and scheming in television dramas.
He indeed had no desire to get involved.
The best outcome would be to finish this calm journey and then he could return to his territory to reside in peace.
Mentioning the nobility, Rebecca seemed lost in thought. The blush of her face faded away and the showing off had disappeared, revealing a hint of fatigue. In a low voice, she said:
“Ah… Actually, being the City Lord’s wife isn’t as glamorous as it appears. Every year, recruitment of soldiers in the city becomes more difficult. All the nobles have their own agendas. The Federation Conference is still looking for reasons to force me out of this current position. If the old City Lord were still here, things wouldn’t be so complicated. Nobody would dare challenge his decisions.”
Fang Hao also knew of these matters in some detail.
Even though she is the inheritor of Lyss City, the people in the city all had their own intentions.
Even ‘Aubrey’, who she had supported, had colluded with the phantom to try to kill her.
As could be seen, things had reached a difficult-to-control stage.