Chapter 403: 403 orthodox legitimate daughters Chapter 403: 403 orthodox legitimate daughters After stepping out, Ye Jiu gazed at the three large characters hanging above the main gate, “War Prince Residence,” and silently made a mental note.
Perhaps, he might indeed need to come here for something in the future.
However, looking at the characters for “War,” Ye Jiu always felt they were familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere before.
But at that moment, he couldn’t recall where he had seen them.
On the journey back, Sikong Mo did not use qinggong, instead he rode a fine horse slowly with Ye Jiu.
War Prince Residence was not too far from the inn where Ye Jiu was staying, but it was still a few streets away.
As they were about to reach the inn, and completely unguarded, Sikong Mo suddenly bent down and whispered in Ye Jiu’s ear, “Jiujiu, you asked me why I am so good to you, perhaps it’s because, without realizing it, you have already entered my heart.”
Ye Jiu stiffened, struck by a great shock in his heart, daring not to make the slightest movement.
And Sikong Mo did not let go of him, but continued, “Jiujiu, can I wait for you to grow up?”
Not knowing whether it was Sikong Mo’s voice that was too enticing or if the silent night had bewitched her heart, Ye Jiu inexplicably nodded.
Afterwards, the arm Sikong Mo wrapped around her tightened further, burying his chin in her nape and his smooth cheek pressed against hers, a low chuckle emanating from his throat.
Ye Jiu shrank in, but found himself held even tighter.
That night, many people suffered from insomnia.
Not just Ye Jiu and Sikong Mo, but also that imperious Prince Jing.
Prince Jing had originally been summoned to the main courtyard, took his waist token, and after summoning the imperial physician, was too lazy to move and simply stayed the night in the main courtyard.
In his late twenties, at the peak of his physical strength, the couple had fallen asleep after a tussle, and then…
Prince Jing fell into a strange nightmare.
In the dream, Ye Jiu transformed into a little man, wielding a twenty-meter-long sky-reaching great sword, chasing after him while roaring, “You scumbag who sows without responsibility, you’ve caused me to be displaced for over a decade, I’ll kill you…”
“Damn!” Prince Jing screamed from his dream, his body still uncontrollably breaking out in cold sweat.
At his side, Princess Consort also sat up, looking at the sweat-drenched Prince Jing and asked with concern, “What’s wrong, my prince? Did you have a nightmare?”
As she spoke, Princess Consort opened her mouth to call someone to bring water in for Prince Jing to wash up, but before she could make a sound, she was hastily stopped.
One sentence scared the Princess Consort out of her wits, “Princess Consort, do you think… I should have a daughter?”
Princess Consort immediately shivered, “My prince, why would you say that?”
“It’s nothing.” Prince Jing patted his head, feeling somewhat bewitched, “Perhaps, I’ve just gone mad wanting a daughter.”
“If my lord wishes for a daughter, why not let the empress decide to bestow a couple of people into our household, or perhaps, the girls around your concubine can also be considered…” The image of Ye Jiu as a little man still played continuously in his mind, so he didn’t notice Princess Consort’s trembling voice and unnatural expression.
“Enough of that, the daughter who can win my favor must naturally be of legitimate nobility,” he subconsciously fused the idea of a daughter and Ye Jiu together, but realizing she was illegitimate, he could firmly sense she did not match up.