Snatched by the Villain - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

After living in the palace for more than half a month, I discovered a secret.

The princess was pretending to be sick.

Who could have imagined that Princess Qingning-so frail by day she seemed ready to topple in the breeze, coughing after just a few steps and unable to swallow a bite of food-was secretly sitting on her bed at night, devouring a pork knuckle like a starving wolf?!

The situation at the time was a little awkward. She was hugging the pork knuckle. I was staring at her.

Honestly, I was impressed.

A princess, in the middle of the night, hugging a pork knuckle and gnawing at it until her mouth shone with grease! And she’d picked it so clean! Was this proper?

And she didn’t even leave me a piece!

“Well, um… I just suddenly got a little hungry,” Princess Qingning finally squeezed out after a long silence, her voice painfully dry.

“If Your Highness can feel hunger, that means your illness must be nearly cured.” I smiled gently. “The pork knuckle is rather greasy. I’ll go make you a fruit drink to cut through the oil.”

Then I slipped away without a second’s delay.

Honestly, why pretend to be sick when she wasn’t?

She’d trapped me in this palace, and now I couldn’t keep up with the romantic progress of the male and female leads in real time!

She was seriously getting in the way of me shipping my sweet CP!

Maybe I was too focused on running, because I smacked headfirst into a broad chest.

Hearing the person hiss in pain, I realized my skull was, in all fairness, rather hard.

Based on my experience, any man appearing in the palace late at night was either the Emperor or a eunuch.

Of course, there was also the worst possible scenario: Fu Nanzhou, who had just finished discussing state affairs with the Emperor.

“I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” I fumbled over my explanation.

Then I looked up, and my knees went weak again.

Who was this? It really was Fu Nanzhou, the man who killed without blinking.

I was dead.

“Th-this humble girl greets Lord Fu.”

A low chuckle came from above my head. “Isn’t this the eloquent little prodigy of the Song family? Why are you stammering now?”

“Seeing Lord Fu, this humble girl is overcome with excitement.”

“Mm. You do look quite excited.” Fu Nanzhou bent down toward me, and an overwhelming sense of pressure instantly closed in from all sides.

“I remember the first time Miss Song met me, you were so excited you knocked me to the ground. Tonight, under this dark and windy moon, Miss Song has once again been so excited that you threw yourself into my arms…”

Me: ???

You can eat whatever filth you like, but you can’t just say whatever filth you like! You might not be marrying a wife, but I still have to marry someone!

“I would not dare.”

I couldn’t help lowering my head, my teeth chattering in fear.

No matter how breathtaking Fu Nanzhou’s beauty was, I had always remained rational.

Think about it. A grown man with the face of a fox spirit-in a script like this, how could he possibly be anything good?!

Six years ago, when the New Emperor had just ascended the throne, the legitimate son of the prime minister, Fu Nansheng, was sent as an envoy beyond the frontier. Who could have expected that on his way back to the capital, he would be attacked and killed by assassins?

At the time, the New Emperor’s position was not yet secure, and it was precisely when he was in desperate need of capable people.

So the fourteen-year-old Fu Nanzhou took over his elder brother’s position, advising the New Emperor alongside his father, Prime Minister Fu.

Unlike Prime Minister Fu and Fu Nansheng, who were upright and uncompromising, Fu Nanzhou appeared gentle and innocent on the surface, but in reality, he was the most ruthless and black-bellied of them all. He quickly used iron-blooded methods to purge the court of its foul atmosphere. By eighteen, he had been appointed Junior Tutor of the first rank by the New Emperor.

In front of such a moody, venomous beauty, my meager wits probably wouldn’t even be enough for me to know how he’d played me to death.

“Forget it.” Fu Nanzhou straightened. “Where is Miss Song headed?”

“Replying to my lord, the princess ate something greasy, so this humble girl was thinking of going to the kitchen to prepare her a drink to cut through the oil.”

“Princess Qingning has her own small kitchen in her palace. Why did you run so far? Unless…” Fu Nanzhou’s voice suddenly sank. “…you had some ulterior motive?”

“Th-this humble girl would never dare. It’s just that the palace is too dark, and in a moment of carelessness, I lost my way.”

“Lost your way, hm?” The corner of his mouth lifted into a smile. “Then why don’t I help you find it?”

I sucked in a sharp breath. What path were you going to help me find? The road to the underworld?

“No, no, my lord is busy with official matters. This humble girl fears she would disturb you…”

“You won’t.” He was bewitchingly beautiful, and the little red mole at the corner of his left eye looked especially seductive in that moment.

“No need to keep calling me ‘my lord.’ I remember Mo Ziyang is your younger male cousin, isn’t he? By rights, he calls me older brother, so you can call me older brother too.”

Come to think of it, that was actually true. My mother was Mo Ziyang’s aunt, and Mo Ziyang’s mother was Fu Nanzhou’s mother’s younger female cousin. If you calculated it that way, I really was his little sister-provided you stretched the connection as hard as humanly possible.

I was numb. What a tiny world.

“Nan… Nanzhou… Older Brother?”

He froze for a moment. Then his brows relaxed into a radiant smile, and he gave a soft response.

“Then let’s go, little sister Wanwan?”

And so, in the darkness of night, a short-legged woman desperately “tailed” an incomparably beautiful person from behind.

Fine, your legs are long. You win. But…

Such a tall man was wandering around the imperial palace, and the palace guards were just letting him? Were they all freeloading? Nobody was going to do anything?

Where was the dignity of imperial authority!!!

“Walk faster.”

I replied ingratiatingly, “Coming~”

At that moment, even a brothel madam wouldn’t have answered as cheerfully as I did.