The Talkative Crown Prince and His Mute Princess Consort - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

No one in the residence spoke when they saw me.

Because Baozhu said I was mute.

If everyone chattered away at me, it would poke at my sore spot.

I glanced at her.

In this entire family, she talked the most. She poked my sore spot the hardest.

Why didn’t she shut up?

But I said nothing and focused solely on shoveling food into my mouth.

Forget it. As long as I could eat my fill, that was enough.

I’d just pretend she was farting.

Pfft-

Baozhu’s face stiffened.

Pfft, pfft-

Baozhu’s face went pale.

Pfft, pfft, pfft-

Baozhu fled in utter panic.

Hmph. So she really was farting.

Chapter 4

The first time I met Shang Lian was at a flower-viewing banquet.

Everyone said the Crown Prince was hated by all.

Especially by noble young ladies.

There wasn’t a single noble young lady in the capital who didn’t despise him.

I didn’t understand. The Crown Prince was even more beautiful than a calamity-bringing temptress. How could anyone hate him?

Then he opened his mouth at a noble girl who had thrown a handkerchief at him.

“Do you have Parkinson’s or something? If you’re sick, go get treated!”

“If you’re not sick, why are you shaking? Littering now?”

“Tsk. Illness can be cured, but if your character’s rotten, your whole life is ruined.”

The noble girl burst into tears and ran off, covering her face.

This Crown Prince really was too dis-

I leaned over to gossip and take a look.

Oh. That noble girl was Baozhu.

He was way too likable!

Rumors really couldn’t be trusted.

Shang Lian walked over. “This young lady, peeping is the conduct of a petty-”

After one look at me, he sucked in a sharp breath. “This petty one has eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai. Might I ask your esteemed name, miss?”

Me: ???

I turned to leave, but he blocked me again. “What do you mean by not speaking?”

“Am I not handsome enough, dashing enough, elegant enough, charming enough to deserve knowing your name?”

Helpless, I pointed at the grass on the ground, then turned and left.

Shang Lian stood there in a daze, scratching his head. “Grass?”

“Crap! She was cursing me!”

Chapter 5

After we returned to the residence,

Baozhu’s teakettle wailing still hadn’t stopped.

Then another bout of crying joined in.

Father had returned from court.

He covered his face and wept, playing a duet with Baozhu.

“I don’t want to cry either, but the Crown Prince went too far!”

“He actually called me a bootlicker reincarnated, a fawning sycophant! What’s wrong with me flattering the Emperor a little? The Emperor loves hearing me flatter him!”

“Waaah, the Crown Prince even dug up that I used to be a cook and said in front of all the civil and military officials that I’m the best at tossing the wok and passing the buck!”

“Damn it, the bastard exposed my entire past. Do I not need to save face?”

…

Baozhu hugged him, sobbing so hard she could barely breathe.

Mother comforted this one, then that one.

She was so busy.

When would they be done crying? It was almost time to eat.

At last, Father finished crying.

Then he realized he wasn’t the one the Crown Prince had scolded the most brutally.

He smiled.

But very soon, he couldn’t smile anymore.

Because an imperial edict arrived.

The eunuch rattled on and on.

Only two words remained in my mind: so hungry.

Until everyone turned to look at me.

“Second Miss, accept the edict.”

I pointed at myself, my face full of question marks.

Me? Accept the edict?

What good thing could possibly fall to me?

I looked at the imperial edict, and it really was a good thing.

I was going to become the Crown Princess Consort. Hee-hee.

Father sighed. “The Crown Prince made eight court officials cry today. The Emperor said he would punish him by making him marry a mute.”

“Who would have thought the mute he’d marry would be from my family?”

Me: Not hee-hee.