Transmigrated as the Villainess, She Made the General Blush - Chapter 75 - Brother Yunxiao 3

Chapter 75 – Brother Yunxiao 3

“What, you don’t even want to talk to me now?”

As Xiao Wangshu’s tone grew increasingly cold, Xiao Fuguang opened his mouth, finally muttering a muffled, “It’s nothing.”

“It’s nothing?” Xiao Wangshu let out a cold laugh. “If it’s nothing, then why are you here drowning your sorrows in wine?”

Xiao Fuguang lowered his head and pondered for a long time. Just as he was about to speak again, a man’s voice cut in-

“Fierce Girl, do you really not remember me?”

Upon seeing Tuoba Yunxiao, Xiao Fuguang’s expression instantly darkened to a frightening degree. He looked as if he were about to pounce and bite Tuoba Yunxiao’s throat.

Sensing his change in mood, Xiao Wangshu rose to greet Tuoba Yunxiao with a formal bow. She then reached out and pressed her hand onto the top of Xiao Fuguang’s head, finally understanding the reason behind her young brother’s attempt to drink his troubles away today.

“Is this your brother?” Tuoba Yunxiao asked, observing Xiao Fuguang’s expression.

In truth, he had never met the two younger boys of the Xiao Family. However, one was legitimate and the other was born of a concubine, making them easy to distinguish.

The one appearing here was bound to be the legitimate son of the official family; a concubine’s son would not have the status to attend a palace banquet.

“Yes.” Xiao Wangshu pressed down on Xiao Fuguang’s head, signaling for him to calm down, before continuing her introduction to Tuoba Yunxiao. “My younger brother, the Eighth Son of Xiao Family.”

Tuoba Yunxiao nodded, then asked, “What’s wrong with him?”

For such a young age, he certainly had a fierce temper-exactly like his sister.

Xiao Wangshu withdrew her hand and replied, “It’s nothing. He’s been throwing a tantrum with me these past few days. I just gave him a talking-to, so he’s feeling a bit out of sorts right now.”

Tuoba Yunxiao didn’t think much of it after hearing that, still somewhat fixated on his previous question.

“Look at you now, greeting me with such terrifying politeness. Fierce Girl, you haven’t really forgotten me, have you?”

Upon hearing this, Xiao Wangshu searched carefully through the original host’s memories, finally capturing a faint, blurry conflict from their childhood.

Back then, the original host was just a three-year-old child. She had accompanied Xiao Hong to meet Tuoba Kang once, where she also met the then ten-year-old Tuoba Yunxiao.

Right, because Tuoba Yunxiao had been meddling with her hair, constantly playing with the two little buns on her head, she had waited until he was crouching and kicked him right in the backside.

When a three-year-old girl met a ten-year-old boy, it hadn’t played out like some childhood sweetheart drama.

One was full of rage because her hairstyle had been ruined; the other was fuming because he’d been kicked in the rear by a toddler.

“Third Prince, surely there’s no need to hold a grudge over something from childhood for this long?”

As she spoke, Xiao Wangshu turned her back to Tuoba Yunxiao and asked, “How about I let you kick me back, and then you can pull my hair a couple of times? We’ll call it even, alright?”

Tuoba Yunxiao was so exasperated that he actually laughed.

In front of everyone, she wanted him-a man over six feet tall-to kick a young lady’s backside? How did she even come up with that?

“Turn back around!” Tuoba Yunxiao didn’t even know what to say to her.

Seeing the people around them starting to look over, Tuoba Yunxiao asked, “Shall we go for a walk and talk?”

Since the two of them were destined for a marriage alliance anyway, there wasn’t much need to avoid each other.

Before Xiao Wangshu could respond, Xiao Fuguang grabbed her sleeve.

“Sister…”

“You are not allowed to touch this wine anymore. Yichun, watch him,” Xiao Wangshu instructed.

Yichun complied, immediately pulling the wine pot in front of Xiao Fuguang into her own arms.

Seeing that Xiao Wangshu still intended to go out, Xiao Fuguang had no choice but to let go, urging, “Sister, come back soon.”

Xiao Wangshu nodded and walked out of the hall side-by-side with Tuoba Yunxiao.

Many people inside the hall witnessed this scene, their minds filled with various thoughts.

Quite a few female guests sighed at the sight. “Being so close to a man from outside… it seems Fourth Miss Xiao has completely stopped caring about Second Young Master Mu.”
The faint whispers drifted into Mu Yunze’s ears, sounding particularly grating to him.

After a short while, he also stood up and walked out.

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Outside Linde Hall.

Tuoba Yunxiao and Xiao Wangshu were walking along the palace path. He asked her with great interest, “Do you know why I’ve come this time?”

“What else could it be besides a political marriage?” Xiao Wangshu’s tone was as calm as ever.

Her reaction was so indifferent that Tuoba Yunxiao felt a bit out of sorts. “Don’t you have anything else to say?”

Imitating his tone, Xiao Wangshu replied with a look of utter resignation, “I know it’s a stretch for you to marry me, and it’s just as much of a stretch for me to marry you. We’re both in the same boat, so there’s nothing much to say.”

Tuoba Yunxiao was provoked into a laugh by her again. “How are you even more irritating now than you were as a child?”

“Am I?”

Xiao Wangshu thought back and added, “Actually, we’ve never been a good match. We couldn’t stand the sight of each other when we were little, and things have only improved by a fraction now that we’re grown. You don’t need to force yourself; we just need to keep up appearances in front of others.”

“No, Xiao Wangshu, am I really that unsuitable as a husband in your eyes?” This time, Tuoba Yunxiao didn’t even call her ‘Fierce Girl,’ addressing her by her full name instead.

Xiao Wangshu remained composed and asked him in return, “Then, Third Prince, ask yourself-do you truly like me?”

It was nothing more than a friendship forged through childhood brawls.

Perhaps those scenes of their childhood squabbles had fermented in Tuoba Yunxiao’s heart over the years, turning into a pure memory, but it could hardly be called romantic love.

Hearing Xiao Wangshu’s question, Tuoba Yunxiao fell silent for a moment.

After a while, he spoke up. “With the Prime Minister’s faction forming an alliance with the tribes, neither you nor I have a choice. Better you than someone else.”

Having said that, he looked down at Xiao Wangshu. “The same goes for you. Better to marry me than one of my brothers, isn’t it? At least compared to them, we’ve known each other since childhood. I will treat you well.”

Xiao Wangshu smiled after hearing this and sighed enigmatically, “Perhaps.”

As her voice trailed off, the two fell into a period of silence.

The early winter wind whistled through the air, shaking the remaining leaves from the branches.

The withered leaves fell to the ground with a rustling sound.

After a long silence, Tuoba Yunxiao sighed again. “You’ve changed a lot over the years. You’re not as fierce and domineering as you were when you were little.”

When he saw her yesterday outside the Brocade Gate, he realized that the Fierce Girl had become more refined, yet she also harbored more schemes.

During these years in the tribes, facing constant internal strife every day, he had found himself particularly missing that fierce and straightforward little girl he met in his youth.

He hadn’t expected her to change as well.

Tuoba Yunxiao’s heart was filled with mixed emotions. Even he didn’t know exactly how he felt about Xiao Wangshu.

Perhaps he felt a slight pang of disappointment because he hadn’t seen the same Fierce Girl from his childhood upon arriving this time.

“If you had walked the path I’ve walked, you wouldn’t have so many sentiments.” As Xiao Wangshu recalled the past, a hint of weariness appeared in her eyes.

Tuoba Yunxiao thought about it. “True, we’ve all grown up.”

He curled his lips into a smile and added, “Let’s not mention those embarrassing childhood stories; they’re in the past. And stop calling me ‘Third Prince’ every other sentence. It’s too formal. Just call me whatever you like.”

Xiao Wangshu gave a faint smile and called out, “Brother Yunxiao.”

In the original host’s memory, that was how they had addressed each other as children.

Although they couldn’t stand each other, they had been forced to grit their teeth and use such terms under the pressure of their respective parents.

Upon hearing this address, Tuoba Yunxiao laughed heartily and drawled back at Xiao Wangshu, “Wangshu-”

Xiao Wangshu shot him a sidelong glance but said nothing.

Tuoba Yunxiao immediately laughed even louder.