Chapter 1706 – A Piece of Candy
“Switch to a new batch?”
These few words played repeatedly in Wei Ci’s mind, his previously calm face turning awkward in an instant.
What they needed to switch, the two were well aware. Jiang Pengji could say it boldly, but the serious Wei Ci found it hard to speak.
“Ridiculous!” Wei Ci barely managed to steady himself, hissing in a voice filled with embarrassment by her ear, as if terrified of being overheard discussing their private matters, “Public indecency, what kind of decorum is this! Be more proper, don’t let anyone see—”
After saying this, he moved his book aside and noticed Jiang Pengji pulling down the socks she had just put on. Grabbing the socks in one hand and her fidgeting foot in the other, he seriously put them back on for her. This time he tied a tight knot, let’s see how she sneaks them off!
“Wei Zixiao, you’re completely hopeless!”
Seeing him maintain his faux gentlemanly demeanor, Jiang Pengji dramatically leaned back in exasperation, kicking his thigh with her toes in frustration.
Of course, Wei Ci was a veritable porcelain beauty; she didn’t dare use too much strength, lest she accidentally cripple him.
The force was less about venting frustration and more about teasing, akin to a tickling itch.
The onlookers couldn’t watch any longer.
Though Jiang Pengji was holding back within limits, considering Wei Ci’s identity, everyone couldn’t help but sweat for this poor guy. Torture by Jiang Pengji was a fate worse than death.
【Stowaway Non-Money】: Zixiao met the streamer and got really unlucky, a man with high moral standards can’t withstand this kind of teasing.
【Midnight Cat】: This might be Liu Xiahui being himself; just watching is enough to hurt Zixiao.
【Cafeteria Auntie】: Beautiful Ci shows every stalker cat he’s a man of principles, standing utterly still.
Everyone’s an adult here; some things are understood without being said. Furthermore, most folks in this live stream are seasoned veterans, all equally suggestive. They dare bet their credibility that these stowaways are definitely hunting for tents.
【Distant Yet Close】: Stalker cat, standing still… Pff, the ancient deity’s mastery of Hanwen is indeed beyond us mere mortals. You all are terrifyingly filthy, and the streamer is so petty and jealous, don’t you fear she’ll shut down the stream in a fit?
What’s called a ‘crow’s mouth’?
This probably refers to the crow’s mouth.
No sooner had this stowaway said this, the livestream screen suddenly went black.
Jiang Pengji demonstrated just how petty and jealous she could get; those who coveted her better be wary of the god-slicing knife awaiting them.
On the journey, before the sun set, everyone arrived at a slightly run-down post station.
Due to the war, this post had been abandoned for half a year, but with some tidying up, it could still accommodate people.
Using the excuse that the post only had one room, Jiang Pengji made Lü Zheng and Kang Xintong sleep in the carriage, leaving them perplexed.
Only one room at the post?
Such a poor excuse could only have been dreamed up with her toes!
Unfortunately for Lü Zheng, the situation forced him to swallow his indignation; he felt utterly frustrated.
Ancient folks had little in the way of entertainment; once it got dark, they mostly washed up and went to sleep. Wealthy families could light some candles and stay up a bit longer.
Jiang Pengji wasn’t poor, and since Lü Zheng was loyal to her, he certainly wouldn’t have skimped on lighting; a lamp was lit for some reading while he checked on Kang Xintong’s studies for the day. As a strict adoptive father, he took education very seriously.
After a full day of travel and the carriage bouncing around, Kang Xintong was naturally exhausted, but still pushed through to take her tests and prepare for the next day’s lessons. After burning two lamps, Lü Zheng finally sent her to rest in her own carriage.
As an adult with more energy than a child, Lü Zheng was still wide awake.
So, he thought to chat with Wei Ci, but soon found that Wei Ci was missing from his carriage.
Lü Zheng: “???”
Where did Wei Zixiao go?
He asked a few sentinels; some shook their heads in confusion, while others said Wei Ci had just gone out, but they didn’t know where.
Lü Zheng’s first thought was that something had happened to Wei Ci, but then he considered another possibility.
He turned his gaze toward the post station, his face displaying a spectrum of emotions like a toppled spice rack.
Wei Ci really was in trouble—an issue concerning his purity.
After all, being an adult, it wasn’t unusual to engage in amusing activities, but recalling their superior-subordinate relationship made Lü Zheng feel uncomfortable.
“Unmarried man and woman… Liu Lanting is still as shameless as ever, and now even Zixiao has been led astray…”
Saying this, he could only hold his nose and endure when thinking of the future Young Master.
Once the future Young Master could stand on his own, he’d kick this unreliable oaf to the curb!
Unfortunately, Lü Zheng’s wish couldn’t be fulfilled anytime soon.
In the pitch-black room where one couldn’t see their own fingers, only the faint sound of breathing like tiny cats scratching could be heard, and upon closer inspection, it seemed there were two people.
As the moon rose high, those intermittent sounds gradually lessened, soon followed by a woman’s slightly hoarse laughter.
“Zixiao said he won’t dare overstep, right?”
Wei Ci’s heated mind cooled down, his rationality reassembling as he recalled earlier moments, his cheeks flaring with heat.
Jiang Pengji said, “In matters like this, you’re allowed to overstep, after all, we must cooperate to understand the wonderful aspects—they can be explored further together.”
With her words, Wei Ci couldn’t pretend to be deaf anymore.
“If outsiders find out, how will that be good?”
“Who could possibly know of our private fun? If one worries about this, let’s just cut our hair and one of us can become a monk while the other becomes a nun, renouncing all desires. Since we cannot sever the ties, let’s just behave as ordinary, worldly man and woman,” Jiang Pengji said, “I actually think that being less restrained feels more like the older generations said—like fish in water.”
Stagnation is far too boring; innovation and exploration are the real truths.
Jiang Pengji tried hard to nudge Wei Ci down the “scoundrel” path, but alas, Wei Ci had too much moral integrity, making little headway.
“Absurd words.”
“Okay, okay, if you say they’re absurd, they’re absurd.” With lightly damp arms wrapping around his neck, Jiang Pengji seemed to pull something from somewhere, flashing it in front of him and grinning like a man-eating succubus, at least in Wei Ci’s view, “Long night, restless sleep; would Zixiao like to visit the White Cloud Tavern?”
This ridiculous play went on for ages until late at night when they finally embraced and fell asleep.
The Young Master everyone had been thinking of was ruthlessly tossed aside by Jiang Pengji, set to be cremated come morning, leaving no trace behind.
Truly, so sad (*￣︶￣).
