The Princess Smells So Good (GL) - Chapter 34

Wei Zhao didn’t know why she suddenly said that during such a moment.

It was a bit too immodest, and… seemed a little casual.

It was somewhat embarrassing to admit, but as an older royal princess, she still didn’t have a prince consort, nor even a lover, and she spent every day working diligently like an old gelded horse, with no desires at all. Even her royal brother had once, with some concern, tested her and even made her a promise.

“Though too many lovers might attract some gossip, don’t worry, my sister, as long as I’m here, no one will dare to say anything.”

At that time, Wei Zhao had firmly rejected her brother’s offer, saying, “No, my heart belongs only to the Great Zhou.”

Therefore, when she finally had this thought and decided to take a lover, it should have been in a more private, formal… no, perhaps a more ambiguous setting, somewhere with a more fitting atmosphere, rather than so casually, like now.

But then again, why should she be so serious about a lover, a slave?

For a moment, Wei Zhao fell into self-doubt and confusion, even forgetting to notice that Fa Yilian hadn’t responded yet. When she finally came to her senses, she realized that Fa Yilian had already pulled her back into the room. She sat at the table, watching Fa Yilian busily moving around, seemingly always having something to do. Wei Zhao couldn’t help but tap the table. “Your wound isn’t healed, sit down.”

“But you’re going to sleep. If I don’t clean up, you won’t be able to sleep, right?” Fa Yilian turned her face toward her.

“I can ask for a couple of maids,” Wei Zhao pursed her lips.

Fa Yilian then stood up and walked to Wei Zhao’s side, her green eyes gently looking at her. “You’re not used to people you don’t know.”

It was true… she knew her too well. Wei Zhao couldn’t help but think, but when she remembered that Fa Yilian had been with her since childhood, it seemed quite natural. But Wei Zhao wasn’t one to avoid difficult situations, so she quickly pulled her thoughts back and asked, “Why didn’t you answer me? Are you unwilling?”

Fa Yilian paused, her face showing a thoughtful expression, but beneath her calm demeanor, there was still a hint of unease. Wei Zhao keenly noticed, and a secret joy rose in her heart. She could tell that her initial judgment of Fa Yilian had been correct—this slave had always been bold, so it was only natural to think about her.

What’s more, Wei Zhao didn’t feel too resistant to the idea.

After all, Wei Zhao thought, perhaps it was because she was at that age. As the eldest princess of a country, it wasn’t so bad to relieve some of the built-up pressure in a way that everyone would find appropriate and enjoyable.

Fa Yilian met Wei Zhao’s gaze, then nervously looked away. She cleared her throat. “May I sit down?”

“Of course.” Wei Zhao replied. She watched as Fa Yilian bent over to sit down and then added, “I can allow you to call me A Xian in private.”

The term “private” in this context carried an especially significant meaning. It was hard not to think of things that were either inappropriate or perhaps too delightful.

As Fa Yilian sat down uneasily, shifting her position as if she were sitting on pins and needles, clearly unwilling to take anything for granted.

Outside, the lake water lapped against the boat, creating sounds that filled the air with a salty, fishy scent. It wasn’t unpleasant, and with every breath, it felt like washing through her body, bringing a cool sensation. Wei Zhao sat upright, one hand resting on the table, her head slightly tilted as she faced Fa Yilian. Despite the difficult journey, she had been well protected and hadn’t been worn down too much. Her face remained gentle and smooth, like white jade, glistening even in the damp air, making one almost want to reach out and touch it.

Fa Yilian’s throat moved slightly, her lips pressed together. Even though the air was thick with moisture, she could still feel a fire burning inside her. The flames were so intense, even her wounds seemed to throb with a dull ache.

But now…

It wasn’t the right time.

A good hunter, when presented with bait by the prey, should know how to exercise patience.

Fa Yilian lowered her eyes, throat moving again in restraint. When she looked up, her expression had returned to calm. “It’s not that I don’t want to,” she said.

Wei Zhao smiled, feeling that Fa Yilian really had no reason to refuse.

“Then, if I become the princess’s lover, will it be my responsibility to please you?” Fa Yilian asked, her expression serious, as if she were asking a very important question.

Of course, it was an important question, because Wei Zhao’s face slowly fell. How could the eldest princess, as someone of status, ever bow down beneath a slave?

“I…”

Fa Yilian quickly grabbed Wei Zhao’s hand, looking straight into her eyes. It was quite audacious, but Wei Zhao didn’t have the energy to think about it at the moment. Fa Yilian continued speaking. “I would naturally be willing to serve you. But, Princess, this is exhausting. Apart from giving me pleasure, what do you get in return? Me? But I am already yours.”

Wei Zhao was stunned for a moment, and before long, her neck was flushed with redness, which spread to her face. In the end, Fa Yilian’s expression shifted from calm to worry. She even boldly touched Wei Zhao’s forehead, relieved when she realized she wasn’t feverish, and quietly waited for Wei Zhao’s reply.

Wei Zhao felt like her head was in a mess. Oh, of course, it wasn’t innocent confusion. On the contrary, perhaps because of her mother Empress, her siblings had always been… in some sense, quite indulgent. Even if she hadn’t experienced it herself, she had seen it, even witnessed a whole group of pigs running wild, knowing just a little about all kinds of positions.

She didn’t want to be beneath a slave, but she also didn’t want to put in the effort. She even imagined… no, just the thought of it made her tired.

Wei Zhao found herself in a philosophical dilemma. She was the eldest princess and also the master of the slave, so why should she have to work to make such a lowly person happy?

“…Regarding this matter, I think I need to think it over more,” Wei Zhao finally said, pressing her forehead.

Fa Yilian quietly sighed in relief and stood up, but her sleeve was suddenly grabbed. Fa Yilian raised an eyebrow and looked down at Wei Zhao. Her mistress’s face was still flushed, looking soft and cute. When she gazed up at her, that vulnerable, almost animal-like look made her feel a surge of pity.

“Your wound.” The little animal seemed completely unaware of her own condition, as she said with a flushed face, “Stop working. Sit down obediently.”

After Fa Yilian sat back down, she heard Wei Zhao mutter, “You’re my slave, why do you keep getting hurt?”

Fa Yilian didn’t answer. However, Wei Zhao turned her head to look at her and seemed startled, showing an expression that was hard to describe. “What are you thinking? Why are you showing that disgusting smile?”

“Ah, is that so?” Fa Yilian touched her mouth, her lips curving into a silly smile. She smiled with her eyes squinted. “I smiled… because I’m so happy.”

Wei Zhao took a deep breath. She knew if she asked more questions, the answer wouldn’t be what she expected, so she decisively shut her mouth and glared at Fa Yilian. “Since we’re not in that kind of relationship, you should learn to keep your thoughts in check.”

This time, Fa Yilian lowered her head, but Wei Zhao still saw her shoulders trembling. Her temples were throbbing with irritation. “What are you laughing about?”

“I really want to laugh. But since my mistress said so, I’ll hold it back.”

Fa Yilian looked up, her expression innocent, but her eyes were full of mischief. She wasn’t as pure as she seemed.

Wei Zhao turned angrily away, propping her chin and gazing out the window. Fa Yilian didn’t speak, nor did she move, just silently sitting there. Time passed slowly, and the moonlight shifted across the window. Wei Zhao suddenly felt the silence was a bit too much. It felt almost like back at the princess’s residence, and she glanced to the side. Seeing her slave sitting straight, she quickly looked away.

Her slave was still beside her.

But how did she manage to be so unobtrusive?

Was she the same back at the palace?

Wei Zhao thought, then suddenly asked, “Are you and A Zong…”

She remembered the brief exchange of glances between Fa Yilian and A Zong, as if there was some secret. She felt a bit bothered, lowered her head, and thought, “That person is unfaithful to her master, kills those who seek refuge, wavers on both sides, not someone worth associating with.”

Fa Yilian’s voice was quiet. “Is that so? So you think of her like that?”

Wei Zhao turned her head. She met Fa Yilian’s calm and indifferent eyes, and Fa Yilian answered, “She’s just too used to being obedient. You can’t expect a child who only knows how to obey to suddenly do well. It takes time to think, to experience, and sometimes, it takes distance from the people who influence you, so you can make your own judgment and finally come to an answer that reflects your true heart.”

Wei Zhao felt that Fa Yilian’s words carried deeper meaning, and she opened her mouth. Fa Yilian, still calm as ever, spoke the words that pierced her heart.

“I thought you would understand her.”

For some reason, Wei Zhao suddenly had the feeling of “Ah, of course.”

Her slave, as always, had known exactly how to prick at her from the very beginning.