“You can choose to keep staying here alone.” Seeing her furious expression, Yi Feng merely left those words behind and turned back into the house.
“What kind of bullshit is that? You say you’ll leave me here and just leave me here, without a single explanation. For more than ten days you didn’t care whether I lived or died, and now that I finally managed to plant some fields and found myself a little spiritual support, Your Highness says one word and expects me to abandon my precious babies and wander the world with you? Did you ever ask for my opinion, damn you? Believe me, I’ll write you a divorce letter and send you to gnaw bones by the front gate!” Su Zhirui followed behind Yi Feng in a towering rage, then grew so angry that tears began falling.
“For more than ten days, I was looking for people and a place to live,” Yi Feng turned back, cast her a sidelong glance, and answered blandly.
“I came back every evening to look in on you.”
“Millet roots are merely trash, not treasures.”
Those three short sentences instantly left Su Zhirui staring at Yi Feng, tongue-tied, for a long while. Fine, she admitted she felt much better inside. Fine, not just a little—a lot. And now she was even more certain that she had been sulking for nothing. Watching Yi Feng naturally lie down on the bed, Su Zhirui suddenly swallowed hard, because that bed was simply too small to hold two people.
“Come here.” Seeing Su Zhirui standing at the doorway like a wooden puppet, Yi Feng suddenly turned over and sat up, his brows tightly knitted, his face full of displeasure.
“What for?” Su Zhirui walked over in trepidation, just about to voice a protest, when Yi Feng suddenly pulled her down and pinned her beneath him.
“Open your eyes.” Yi Feng breathed by her ear.
“Hey, be gentle. I had such a hard time making those clothes.” Feeling Yi Feng tugging at her garments, Su Zhirui could not help blushing and crying out. “Can’t you be a little gentler?” Pushing at the man above her, Su Zhirui had an impulse to die. “Fine, fine, do whatever you want.” At last, teased until her whole body burned unbearably, Su Zhirui gave up struggling. A thought suddenly flashed through her mind: this man couldn’t be taking revenge on her because every time before, she had done that with him in dreams, could he?
When she woke, it was already the evening of the next day. Su Zhirui’s entire body was so limp she could not muster the slightest strength.
“Is it daylight?”
“It’s dark,” Yi Feng answered from where he sat nearby.
“Then I’ll sleep until daybreak.” After saying that, Su Zhirui dropped her head back down.
On the morning of the third day.
“Is it dark?” Su Zhirui opened her eyes from sleep and asked again.
“It’s light,” Yi Feng answered honestly.
“Then I’ll sleep until it’s dark.”
“…”
On the evening of the fourth day.
“The sky…”
“It got dark, then light again,” Yi Feng automatically picked up her words and said.
“But why do I still feel like I haven’t slept at all?” Su Zhirui asked muddleheadedly.
“…”
“My lord, please don’t turn me into a sow. Let me get a good night’s sleep tonight.”
After the warning was issued, Su Zhirui finally gained one peaceful night. Only, once day broke, she had to pack up and leave the little nest she had spent more than ten days carefully arranging.
They passed through streets large and small and walked over rugged, muddy paths. When the two of them successfully arrived at a courtyard, Su Zhirui only watched in a daze as Yi Feng placed all the luggage back into her hands.
“I’m leaving.”
“I’ll be back in three days.”
“This is our home.”
Leaving behind those three sentences, Yi Feng dashed away, leaving Su Zhirui staring blankly at his departing back. Although she was still a little angry that he had abandoned her again without a care, at least this time he had explained how long he would be gone. That could be considered a bit of progress. She might as well let him off this once.