Chapter 151: Look at You, You Look Like a Little Turtle

My Adorable Consort Is a Big Shot Duanmu Erya 1243 words 2026-04-13 19:24:34

Duan Yu still did not understand. Sikou was indeed a very rare surname.
Yet what his Imperial Father had said—what on earth did it mean?
Furthermore, if, as his Imperial Father claimed, Sikou Yan was such an extraordinary and formidable figure, why would he appear in their Yu Kingdom and inherit the title of Prince Rong?
Clearly, his Imperial Father had no intention of explaining it to him.
He cupped his fists and said, "Yes, this son understands."
"Right, Imperial Father, the Seventh Princess has been making a fuss about wanting to find the Third Miss Ji. Look into this..." Duan Yu now felt a mixture of awe and reverence toward that Ji Tianxin, but the Seventh Princess was different. Having witnessed Ji Tianxin's formidable abilities, she had become even more enthusiastic about trying to get close to her.
Perhaps this was simply how a worldly-unwise young girl behaved.
Duan Qing recalled the letter that had arrived from the Prince Rong's Estate not long ago and couldn't help frowning. If they weren't allowed to send food to the General's Estate for the seventh girl, there surely wouldn't be any problem with her going there just to play, right?
"Let her be. No matter how high her cultivation is, that Third Miss Ji is ultimately just a child. Young children always like to play with other young children. Besides, in my view, although the Third Miss Ji has high cultivation, her wits don't seem very sharp.
Since she is Zi'er's savior anyway, it's fine for them to interact more often." Duan Qing simply couldn't understand why Ah Yan wouldn't allow the palace to send food offerings to the General's Estate.
Since the Third Miss Ji liked it, shouldn't they send more food to cater to her preferences?
Wasn't Ah Yan pampering that child? Why wouldn't he let the seventh girl send food?
It was truly strange...
Duan Yu's face stiffened slightly. He couldn't fathom why his Imperial Father thought... that girl's wits were not sharp.
Even though that girl always spoke slowly and seemed a bit forgetful, she certainly didn't act slowly when she made a move...
If her wits weren't sharp, she wouldn't have commanded such deep respect and eagerness to please from every single person in the Ji family.
Moreover, he had met that little girl once himself, and apart from speaking a bit slowly, she seemed completely normal. She didn't look like a child whose wits were lacking at all...
However, hearing his Imperial Father say this, Duan Yu couldn't help feeling a tinge of envy toward Duan Zi.
Yet his thoughts lingered for a moment on his Imperial Father's remark: no matter how high her cultivation is, she is ultimately just a child.
That's right... no matter what, that girl was nothing more than a child.
Was he... perhaps thinking too much into it?
General's Estate.
In the South Courtyard, the fragrance of wine drifted in the air.
Ji Tianxin had actually only drunk a tiny bit of the fruit wine, and originally she had only intended to steal a tiny sip.
However, her idea of a tiny bit was... well, just that much of a tiny bit.
Yet she remembered what her Master had taught her, so this time she didn't get drunk; she merely satisfied her craving.
However, a certain little creature was now thoroughly intoxicated and completely out cold.
Shiyue had consumed the greater part of the fruit wine, and right now Shiyue was lying drunkenly on its back with its belly facing the sky, letting out a drunken hiccup.
Ji Tianxin's little face was tinged with a pair of faint, rosy blushes. Looking at Shiyue with its limbs sprawled toward the sky, she said in a milky, childish voice, "Look at you, you look like a flipped-over little turtle."
Shiyue didn't hear her. Having drunk far more fruit wine than Ji Tianxin, Shiyue let out a drunken "Awoo," smacked its lips, and continued to snore away.
Ji Tianxin smiled faintly, lifted her head to look at the sky, where a crescent moon hung high amidst the ink-black night. Moonlight poured down into her courtyard, spilling precisely over the tiny figure.
It made it appear as though Ji Tianxin's body had been plated with a layer of shimmering, luminous white radiance.