Dreaming of Chang'an - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

A rare guest came calling today.

Meng Yiru looked around the shabby little room, wrinkling her nose in disgust, her face practically glowing with smug satisfaction.

“Meng Yi’an, tell me, we’re both daughters of concubines, so why are our lives so vastly different?”

“That man you married-heh, even mentioning him would drag down the reputation of Meng Mansion.”

“But my future husband is a dragon among men. He’s even serving under the Third Prince. His prospects are boundless!”

Huh?

When it came to prospects, who could possibly compare to Lord Nine Thousand, the man who would one day hold power over the entire court?

With that kind of judgment, no wonder she hadn’t managed to enjoy any blessings in her last life.

“Don’t look down on Xue… on my husband. Don’t bully a young man just because he’s poor. We’ll see who stands above whom in the future.”

Seeing her so pleased with herself, I couldn’t help talking back.

Meng Yiru looked as if she’d heard the funniest joke in the world. She bent over laughing for quite a while.

Then she looked me up and down as if I were an idiot and mocked, “Have you gone stupid from living like a widow?”

“Young man? Xue Yao can hardly even be considered a man! He’s nothing but a eunuch. He can’t even satisfy your most basic needs, and yet you’re still here daydreaming?”

Hearing her use this to ridicule Xue Yao, an inexplicable anger flared in my chest.

“So what if he’s a eunuch? Do you think eunuchs choose to become eunuchs?”

“In ancient times, Sima Qian suffered castration and went on to write Records of the Grand Historian. Later, the Sanbao Eunuch sailed the seven seas and brought glory to our nation. Anyone with great ambition can accomplish great things. How can you look down on someone because of that?”

The more I spoke, the angrier I got, and before I realized it, my mouth had outrun my brain.

“Besides, who says he can’t satisfy me?”

“You wouldn’t know, little sister, but your elder sister and her husband make merry every night. I’m very satisfied! Xue Yao is far more attentive than ordinary men!”

The look in Meng Yiru’s eyes changed.

To be precise, she was looking behind me.

I slowly turned my head.

Xue Yao was leaning outside the door, arms crossed, watching me with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile.

I wanted to die.

Heat rushed to my face with a whoosh, and my cheeks felt like they were about to burst into flames.

That night, Xue Yao did not sleep in the study as he usually did.

Instead, he came to the bedroom!

In the flickering candlelight, Xue Yao approached me step by step, desire seeming to surge in his narrow eyes.

With one hand, he undid the jade belt at his waist. With the other, he slid his palm over my waist.

His cool lips brushed against the shell of my ear, lingering and teasing.

“My lady, it seems we… have yet to consummate our marriage.”

“May I ask how exactly my lady has been so satisfied?”