Chapter 9 - Bridge

For the little maid who hasn't left the mansion for a long time and can't wait to wander around the night market, nothing is as important as the present Qixi Night Market, nodding eagerly like a chick pecking rice:

"Yeah, yeah, I think it's perfectly normal, the night market will start soon."

Yawning with annoyance, Ye Qingfu, although the nominal princess of Yong and older sister of Wu Jian, she could easily pass as Wu Jian's aunt in terms of age. Unable to resist the two of them, she looked at Wu Jian's clear and pure eyes and could only console herself in her heart: "I am Jian'er's older sister, younger brother carrying older sister, that's only natural, well, only natural, don't think too much about it."

"After all, I have no intention of getting married, I will just peacefully watch Jian'er inherit the throne and spend my life in the mansion."

Soon after, Ye Qingfu felt a little better, although her cheeks were still burning, she buried her head on Wu Jian's back and muttered:

"Well, then... then... like this." After this sentence, she seemed to have exhausted all her strength and didn't say anything else.

Wu Jian, who had received the order, curved the corners of his mouth into a slight smile. Walking slowly on the bustling streets, he felt the softness behind him and the fragrant orchid scent that hit his neck, making him somewhat restless.

If possible, a lifetime like this would not be bad.

A handsome and unbelievable young master carrying an equally mature and beautiful young lady, plus a silly and cute little maid beside them, this combination was quite attractive, causing many tourists and vendors to stop and envy.

Men envied Wu Jian for having such a stunning beauty by his side.

Women envied Ye Qingfu for having such a handsome husband.

Obviously, the two were imagined to be a romantic couple, and feeling so many people's eager gaze, Wu Jian didn't react much.

But Ye Qingfu was different. She had grown up in the mansion since she was a child, although she had reached the age of marriage, she had yet to experience it. She couldn't help but blame Wu Jian for doing such a shameful thing, and then she reached out and patted his arm hard, burying her head even lower.

There were no uncivilized hooligans coming to make trouble, probably because they could tell from the three's luxurious clothing that they were people of importance.

The little maid, who had entered the night market, was like a rabbit released from its cage, looking here and there. If it weren't for her young lady by her side, she might have disappeared without a trace.

Carrying Ye Qingfu on his back, Wu Jian was led around by the little maid, who seemed to have boundless energy. Fortunately, the jade beauty on his back remained quiet and lost in the sight of the Qixi Night Market.

Suddenly, the little maid stopped and excitedly pulled on Wu Jian's sleeve, "Little Lord, let's guess riddles and see who's better?"

"Miss has always praised me for being smart since we studied together. Do you really want to see who's better?" Wu Jian replied, surveying the surroundings and agreeing to the little maid's suggestion.

The tall poles were densely hung with colorful lanterns, each with a red sachet hanging from it. A crowd had gathered nearby, including scholars in white robes who were discussing the riddles on their sachets. Meanwhile, young ladies in magnificent brocade dresses chatted away, accompanied by their maids and served with refreshments.

No one seemed to pay attention to the arrival of Wu Jian and his party. He gently lowered Ye Qingfu to the ground, and instead supported her soft waist. She still had a peach blossom look on her face, and she leaned against Wu Jian's chest with some effort.

The little maid ran to get three sachets and suggested, "Little Lord, you open one, I open one, and Miss opens one. Let's see who guesses the answer first."

Wu Jian and Ye Qingfu followed suit and opened their sachets, each revealing a piece of paper with a riddle on it. Wu Jian's riddle read, "When the time comes, people return at sunset (guess one word)." It wasn't too difficult, as he had previously attended university. "village" was the answer.

Although Wu Jian had already guessed the answer, he did not reveal it and silently glanced at Ye Qingfu's paper, which read, "After removing right and wrong, love is a mutual (guess one word)." The answer was "brush," which was a bit more difficult.

Seeing Ye Qingfu's furrowed brow gradually relaxing, Wu Jian knew that she had guessed the answer too, but like him, she remained silent and waited for the little maid's guess.

Finally, they turned their attention to the little maid, who looked perplexed and unhappy. She glanced around and said, "Little Lord, did you and Miss guess the answer?"

"We didn't guess it," Wu Jian and Ye Qingfu replied in unison, and then they both paused and smiled at each other, knowing that sometimes silence was the best answer.

"Ha! I knew it, the riddles were not in compliance with the rules," the small maid said in frustration after seeing that her master and the young miss couldn't guess the answers.

"This lantern riddles are not fun at all. Miss, let's go to stroll around Magpie Bridge instead," the small maid said, her mind quickly coming up with a new plan.

"Rong'er, you naughty little thing. After we finish strolling around Magpie Bridge, we'll go back. I'm starting to feel a bit tired," said Ye Qingfu, petting the small maid with a hint of helplessness.

As for this, Wu Jian did not object. After all, he was only accompanying the two women today.

Immediately, he bent down and signaled for Ye Qingfu to climb on his back. Ye Qingfu glanced at the small maid and, seeing no other reaction from her, skillfully climbed onto his back. The blush that had just dissipated reappeared on her delicate cheeks.

The first time Ye Qingfu had some resistance, but the second time she wasn't completely shy. It's true what they say - familiarity breeds contempt.