The Eunuch Has A Wife - Chapter 70

In the carriage, Bai Hongmo lifted the curtain and looked back, but saw nothing.

She sighed softly; it seemed she had developed feelings for someone who was extremely reserved. She couldn’t help but look forward to the day when Miss Chu would lose her composure.

The young master of Lou Shang Lou, seeing her troubled expression, couldn’t help but laugh: “What’s wrong with you, looking so worried? Did something happen?”

Bai Hongmo smiled: “Sister Song, don’t tease me. I just met someone interesting.”

She and the young master of Lou Shang Lou had known each other since childhood, as close as sisters, often sharing their thoughts and feelings.

“How interesting?”

“Interesting enough that I always want to be with her, to be closer to her.”

“You must have a crush, little girl.”

“Sister Song, you’re teasing me again…”

The carriage moved further away, carrying with it the unspoken feelings of a young heart.

At the Prime Minister’s residence, seeing her young lady frequently glancing at her, the little maid touched her face, wondering if there was something dirty on it. She wiped it with a handkerchief, but found nothing.

What’s wrong with the young lady?

The little maid was puzzled all day. The next day, seeing her young lady still glancing at her occasionally, she couldn’t help but ask: “Miss, do you have any orders?” There’s nothing unusual on her face.

Chu Yingbai paused her finger, flipping the page of the book: “Nothing.”

After a while, she put down the book: “Prepare the writing tools.”

The little maid did as told, noticing that her young lady was copying Buddhist scriptures again. The frequency seemed higher than in previous years. What’s going on?

After lunch, Chu Yingbai sat at her desk, feeling inexplicably restless. She sighed softly, opened the Buddhist scriptures, and continued copying.

She had developed this habit since childhood, finding peace in copying scriptures when troubled. It had always worked before, but these past two days, she couldn’t calm down.

The tip of the brush lightly touched the paper, and she unconsciously glanced at the little maid again.

The little maid touched her face, full of confusion. The young lady had looked at her many times today, just like yesterday.

She glanced at the sky and suddenly had an idea: “Miss, are you asking if there have been any invitations for you these past two days?”

Chu Yingbai stopped writing, a hint of satisfaction in her eyes. Her personal maid wasn’t completely hopeless.

Seeing her young lady put down the brush and look at her calmly, the little maid knew she had guessed right.

She quickly thought and said: “There was none yesterday, but this morning there was an invitation for you from the Bai residence. I rejected it as per your instructions.”

Chu Yingbai tightened her grip on the brush, the ink spreading on the paper. She lowered her gaze, looking at the little maid.

When had she… given such instructions…

The little maid blinked innocently, as if saying, it was you who gave the order the day before yesterday.

Chu Yingbai looked down at the ink stain on the paper, a flicker of unknown emotion in her eyes: “Bring me the invitation.”

The invitation had the date changed to today, but the time and place remained the same: Chen hour, Lou Shang Lou, private room A.

But it was already sunset.

The Prime Minister’s carriage stopped outside Lou Shang Lou. The little maid, seeing her young lady sitting still, asked: “Miss, aren’t we going down?”

Chu Yingbai said indifferently: “What are we doing at Lou Shang Lou at this hour?” The person was probably already gone.

The little maid replied without thinking: “Of course, to have dinner, or to meet someone?”

Chu Yingbai raised an eyebrow, looking out the carriage window: “Yes, to have dinner, not to meet…” Her voice trailed off as she stared at the two women walking out of Lou Shang Lou, her eyes darkening.

“Sister Song, no need to see me off this time. My family’s carriage is following. Huh?” Bai Hongmo raised an eyebrow, the carriage by the roadside looked familiar.

She looked up and met the gaze of the person in the carriage.

“It’s almost dark, I’m not at ease. Let me accompany you.”

“No need, I’ve found someone to go back with. Please tell my coachman to go back first.”

After saying that, seeing the Prime Minister’s carriage about to turn around, she hurried over and stopped in front of it.

The coachman quickly pulled the reins: “Miss, a young lady is blocking our carriage.”

“Let her in.” Chu Yingbai’s emotionless voice came from inside the carriage.

The little maid also moved out, sitting next to the coachman. The carriage was big enough for three, but every time they met Miss Bai, she had to sit outside.

The carriage started moving again.

Bai Hongmo familiarly sat next to Chu Yingbai, their bodies close together. She hugged Chu Yingbai’s arm and whispered: “Sister, why didn’t you come to the appointment today?”

Because the reply said Chu Yingbai was busy and had no time to attend. She had been disappointed for a long time, but still came to Lou Shang Lou alone.

Why didn’t she come? Chu Yingbai didn’t know how to explain, so she chose to remain silent.

Seeing Chu Yingbai silent, Bai Hongmo didn’t mind: “Sister, why did you come now?” It seemed like she came to find her.

Chu Yingbai stiffened, her tone steady: “To have dinner.” She wasn’t here to meet anyone.

“Sister hasn’t had dinner? Then come back with me and have dinner together, okay?” Bai Hongmo shook her arm, her voice soft and sweet.

Chu Yingbai was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly. Visiting the General’s residence would be good; the two families would have to interact in the future, she thought randomly.

Arriving at the General’s residence, Bai Hongmo heard that her father and elder brother were not in, guessing they were probably attending the Third Prince’s banquet. They had been interacting frequently recently, but she didn’t know what they were planning.

But these matters were none of her concern.

The two went directly to the front hall and had a simple meal. Despite this, it quickly grew dark.

Chu Yingbai was silent for a moment: “It’s getting late.” Time to go back.

Bai Hongmo looked at the indifferent person in front of her. Was this person’s heart as calm as her face? She reached out and held Chu Yingbai’s hand: “Sister didn’t come this morning, so I had to ask Sister Song to have dinner with me. Now, after such a short time, are you leaving already?”

Chu Yingbai’s eyes flickered slightly. Sister Song? Was that the lady who shared the carriage with her last time? She remembered the scene outside Lou Shang Lou earlier, the lady smiling as she saw her off, probably a gentle person.

Not like her, somewhat cold.

“Sister, come sit in my room for a while.” Bai Hongmo led her by the hand towards her courtyard.

The girl’s palm was warm, holding tightly, as if worried she would break free.

Chu Yingbai hesitated in her heart, but didn’t refuse, and so her hand remained unbroken.

Bai Hongmo’s courtyard was quiet, with few servants. The room was simply decorated, with only some calligraphy and paintings, simple yet elegant.

After entering, Bai Hongmo let go of her hand and turned to lock the door.

Chu Yingbai’s heart trembled inexplicably, lightly biting her lip. Perhaps she shouldn’t have come, but she couldn’t help indulging the girl in front of her, unable to say no.

“Sister, let’s sit by the bed.” Bai Hongmo smiled silently, her eyes filled with joy and anticipation.

Chu Yingbai lowered her eyes, glancing at the chair by the table, but said nothing.

Seeing that she still wasn’t speaking, Bai Hongmo had a better understanding of this person’s temperament. She directly took Chu Yingbai’s hand and led her to sit by the bed, then wrapped her arms around her waist, embracing her from the side.

“Sister, did you come to Lou Shang Lou to find me because you’ve figured something out?”

Chu Yingbai sat stiffly, puzzled in her heart. Figured out what?

“I went to Lou Shang Lou to have dinner.”

“So it wasn’t to find me. I thought you had figured it out and came to satisfy our mutual curiosity.”

Bai Hongmo’s breath hitched, her heartbeat losing its rhythm: “What curiosity?”

After asking, she regretted it. Why did she ask when she already knew the answer?

Sure enough, the next moment, Bai Hongmo turned her body, using her arm to pull her down onto the bed. The twO of them lay face to face, one on top of the other.

Chu Yingbai bit her lip, her voice no longer steady: “Don’t…”

Bai Hongmo chuckled softly, leaning down to whisper in her ear: “But I want to, really, really want to…”

Their lips met, intoxicating and Mesmerizing.

The person beneath her was too enticing, but it wasn’t enough. Bai Hongmo lifted her head, her voice hoarse: “Sister, I’ll go wash my hands. okay?”

Wash her hands?

Chu Yingbai thought of something, a flash of panic in her eyes. She tried to regain some composure, her voice unconsciously pleading: “Don’t go.”

Bai Hongmo’s eyes darkened. She reached out and gently stroked Chu Yingbai’s brows, her tone obedient: “Alright, I’ll listen to you. I won’t go. Be good, sister, don’t be afraid.”

She turned to the side, and the two of them lay side by side, each calming their breathing.

The room was quiet, and they could hear each other’s still erratic breaths.

Bai Hongmo suddenly turned back, her palm resting on Chu Yingbai’s chest, her fingers gently kneading: “Yingbai, we should have met earlier.”

Chu Yingbai reached out and held her Mischievous hand, her thoughts still in disarray: “Hмм.”

Bai Hongmo called her name again: “Yingbai.”

Chu Yingbai realized belatedly: “Why aren’t you calling me sister anymore?”

“Does Yingbai like it when I call you sister?” Bai Hongmo’s fingers lightly caressed her palm, her tone casual.

Chu Yingbai pursed her lips, finally speaking coolly after a while: “Have you called anyone else sister?”

Hearing this, Bai Hongmo rolled over again, looking down at her with an ambiguous expression: “Others? There are many. I don’t know which one you’re referring to.”

Chu Yingbai’s expression darkened, turning her head to the side, her lips tightly pressed together in silence.

Bai Hongmo looked at her cold expression, feeling her heart sweet and soft, as if falling into honey.

“Yingbai, are you talking about Sister Song? She’s the young master of Lou Shang Lou, as close as a sister to me. Don’t overthink it.”

Chu Yingbai was silent for a moment, her voice barely audible: “Has she satisfied your curiosity?”

“What nonsense are you talking about? Only you can satisfy my curiosity. No, I should say, I’m only curious about you, My Yingbai.”