I Married A Disabled Tyrant After Transmigrating-Chapter 22

Fifteen Dragons (1)

Mu Wanwan didn’t know that her act of eating regular rice out of frugality would cause such a severe psychological impact on Mister Long. She was exhausted by the events of the day. After boiling water to wash herself and Mister Long up briefly, she counted all her and Mister Long’s possessions and poked Mister Long’s arm, a little troubled. “Mister Long, listen, I’m not going to place any low-grade spirit stones for you tonight.”

Her voice was soft and light, burrowing into Mister Long’s eardrums.

“Even though you’re unconscious now, it must be very troubling if the spiritual energy is suddenly cut off.” Mu Wanwan continued “We’re really poor now. I’m planning to go out tomorrow to buy some burning grass seeds. When I make money, I’ll place spirit stones for you then. I’ll place many, many of them, and buy very good tonics too…”

As Mu Wanwan spoke, she couldn’t help laughing. She looked at Mr Long whose expression had suddenly become a little scary again at some point unbeknownst to her, and felt a twinge of sympathy. “Mister Long, your brow is always wrinkled, is it hurting a lot?”

She looked at his furrowed slanted brows and couldn’t refrain herself from reaching out to smooth it out. She stroked them gently before suddenly realizing what she was doing, and retracted her hand, crimson faced.

Mu Wanwan felt that her fingertips were a little hot. She felt that she was really shameless; what she was doing now was taking advantage of Mister Long, prodding his face all the time while he was unconscious. This wasn’t good, it wasn’t good at all.

“I’m sorry, Mister Long, I didn’t mean to touch you.”　　　　

Mu Wanwan apologized in a low voice, but Mister Long did not respond, so she became bold again. She tucked him in, blew out the light, and said, “Good night, Mister Long.”　　

Mu Wanwan fell asleep very quickly, completely unaware that her actions and words had made a certain dragon feel guilty and agonized. She had an exceptionally beautiful dream in which she earned many, many spirit stones. She piled all the crystal-clear spirit stones next to Mister Long, and watched as the spirit stones slowly transformed into spiritual energy and floated into Mister Long’s body. Then, Mister Long became bigger and bigger and bigger…

Then, she woke up.

Mu Wanwan rubbed her head, thinking that she must have exhausted herself the past few days. Next to her, Mister Long was breathing calmly, looking no different from last night. Outside, the sky was just starting to get light.

She had something on her mind and got up in a hurry. Thinking that she should set off early for her first trip out, she didn’t prepare any breakfast. After giving both of them a brief washing up, she took that half packet of seeds and a stalk of burning grass from the courtyard in addition to nearly all of their valuables, then headed out.

The tyrant’s manor was huge and rectangular. The tyrant’s bedchamber was located in the deepest part of the manor, and further back was a high mountain, which was also where the forbidden grounds were. Perhaps it was because she was kept under constant surveillance that soon after Mu Wanwan walked out of the bedchamber, someone stepped into her path.

The person was a familiar face she had met once—it was that little maid who had given Bai Shuiyao a ruthless slap the other day. She beamed at Mu Wanwan and curtsied rather properly, “Where are you going so early, Madam?”

Mu Wanwan also smiled back at her, “I want to go to the market. You…”

The little maid could see her embarrassment, “Madam, just call me Hong Ye.”

“Hong Ye.” Mu Wanwan had a pretty favourable impression of this little maid, but when she heard her name was Hong Ye, she felt a little awkward. It seems like Hong Ye was probably Qing Ye’s little sister. Earlier, when she saw how much this maid hated Bai Shuiyao, she had thought that this maid fancied Qing Ye…

“If Madam wants to go today, the next outing will have to be ten days later. Does Madam really want to go out today?” Hong Ye asked.　　

“Mm.” Mu Wanwan nodded.