Chapter 45: If He Dares to Interfere, He’s a Jealous Husband
“I was clearly the one who called you over, so why did you go looking for Sen Ji the moment you stepped off the flight pod!”
Is she planning to sleep with both of us brothers and then report to her official fiancé?
Hong Que stood before Xie Qiang with an aggressive aura, but the moment he looked down and saw her reddened eyes and tear-stained face, his anger immediately shifted toward Sen Ji.
The red-haired youth looked up in dissatisfaction and rebuked Sen Ji, “So what if they slept together? Why are you being so mean to her?”
“Cough, cough-cough!” Xie Qiang was frightened out of her wits. She hurriedly tugged at his sleeve. “What do you mean ‘slept together’? Stop talking nonsense!”
“You’re still not admitting it?”
Hong Que’s hawk-like eyes widened instantly as he pointed to his own cheek. “The evidence is right here. Are you still trying to deny it?”
Xie Qiang was completely bewildered. Was a temporary mark in this world really referred to as ‘sleeping together’?
However, since the matter had been brought up, Xie Qiang looked up at Sen Ji and explained, “This was a matter of necessity. The situation was urgent at the time…”
“The Imperial Daughter does not need to explain this to me.” Sen Ji interrupted her. His gaze swept over the tooth mark on Hong Que’s face before indifferently shifting away. “This is your freedom. I have no right to interfere.”
Xie Qiang could only murmur, “Alright then.”
It seemed the Sentinels here really didn’t mind such things.
Hong Que snorted coldly and leaned down to whisper in Xie Qiang’s ear, “If he dares to interfere, he’s just a jealous husband, unworthy of being the First National Consort!”
Xie Qiang: “…Is the trend of Empresses needing to be ‘gentle, kind, and virtuous’ popular here too?”
“Of course—” Hong Que paused, then changed his tune. “Not necessarily. If you favor only one person, the National Consort can actually interfere in your business.”
“Oh.” Xie Qiang nodded. She then turned to Sen Ji and said, “Commander Sen Ji, in that case, you can interfere in my business.”
They were going to get married anyway. Rather than being formally respectful yet distant, it would be better to treat each other like friends; perhaps it would be more comfortable that way.
Sen Ji was slightly stunned. His habitually cold gaze met Xie Qiang’s earnest eyes, and he panicked almost imperceptibly for a moment. He quickly looked away. “…Understood.”
Was she… promising him that he would be her only National Consort in the future?
A faint, indiscernible curve touched his lips. His eyelashes trembled slightly, and his mood inexplicably improved a great deal.
Hong Que was now completely agitated. He grabbed Xie Qiang’s shoulders and shook her frantically. “What do you mean! Are you not planning to take any other National Consorts?”
“Why would I take other National Consorts?” Xie Qiang was a bit puzzled.
“Then I—no, then what about the person you like?” Hong Que was so anxious he wanted to peck her. “Are you not going to marry the one you love?”
“Ah!” Xie Qiang suddenly realized. How could she have forgotten about that?
She hurriedly turned to Sen Ji to add, “Cough, well, that agreement lasts until I meet the person I like, how about that?”
“When that time comes, if you want a divorce, I will definitely agree to set you free! Oh right, as for the purification, I’ll keep doing it for you!” Fearing he would be at a disadvantage, Xie Qiang quickly guaranteed.
The slight curve of Sen Ji’s lips vanished. He looked at her expressionlessly. “As you wish.”
He didn’t care how many consorts she wanted to marry. The two of them were linked by mutual interests from the start; how could he ever hope for an impossible uniqueness?
“I have things to do, so I’ll be leaving first,” the blonde man said coldly, turning and walking away immediately.
Xie Qiang scratched her forehead and asked Hong Que, “Is he angry?”
Hong Que: “I’m angry!”
Xie Qiang: “Then don’t be angry.”
Hong Que: “???”
Is this how you coax someone? As expected, once you’ve slept with them, you stop cherishing them, right?
He roared at the top of his lungs, “Xie Qiang! When I was ‘slept with,’ I didn’t feel a thing!”
So you didn’t truly get me at all! Not at all!
Xie Qiang was startled by this “Lion’s Roar” and hurriedly grabbed his sleeve. “Keep your voice down! Is this something to be proud of!”
A temporary mark is just a temporary mark, why keep using the word ‘sleep’? Do you think one syllable is more convenient than four?
Hong Que, however, was completely driven mad. His lips were trembling. “Why isn’t it something to be proud of! What’s not glorious about sleeping with me! Explain it to me clearly!”
“It’s glorious, it’s glorious, extremely glorious.” Xie Qiang felt like he was a temperamental elementary schooler, so she had to stroke his feathers the right way. “To… sleep with you is especially glorious. I like… sleeping with you the most!”
“Hmph.”
Hong Que turned his head away, his tone lifting. “But you can’t just sleep with me whenever you want! I’m not that kind of easy man!”
Xie Qiang: …
But you keep saying ‘sleep’ every other sentence. You look very ‘easy’ indeed.
She decided it was better to change the subject. “Didn’t you say something big happened at the base?”
“No? I clearly said…” Hong Que paused, glancing at Mo Yin, who had been standing behind Xie Qiang staring at her. He suddenly felt a headache coming on. “It’s nothing. Everything is fine now.”
If Xie Qiang found out Mo Yin liked her, she would definitely misunderstand that he liked her too.
He couldn’t tell Xie Qiang; he still had to deal with this through Mo Yin.
“I’ll take you to find a room to stay in first.” After deciding, Hong Que immediately put his arm around Mo Yin’s shoulder. “We brothers haven’t seen each other in a long time. I happen to have something to say to you.”
Mo Yin: “No.”
He’s even noisier than Tian Lang.
And I have to protect Xie Qiang.
The black-clad youth glanced sideways at Xie Qiang, who was blinking her eyes while waiting for the brothers to catch up.
When Hong Que saw this, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
It’s over. Has his younger brother already fallen so deeply in love with Xie Qiang that he’s unwilling to leave her side even for a step?
“Mo Yin—” Hong Que’s large, robust frame wrapped around Mo Yin’s lean body in heartache. “How could you be so foolish as to fall for a Guide who is destined to have a family!”
Mo Yin: …
Crazy.
Mo Yin pushed him away forcefully, picked Xie Qiang up on his back, and ran. “Let’s go.”
“Mo Yin—” Behind them, Hong Que let out a heart-wrenching scream. “You’re not allowed to sneak into her bed at night! Do you hear me—”
Mo Yin stumbled, nearly falling over.
“What is he saying?” Xie Qiang was confused, but she still caught a bit of information. “Mo Yin, have you fallen for a married Guide?”
“…” Mo Yin remained silent for a good while before speaking. “No.”
He didn’t understand what “liking” someone meant.
Xie Qiang breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s good. They’re already married. It would be unethical for you to interfere.”
“…” Mo Yin gradually slowed down, finally coming to a stop. “What if they have a fiancé?”
“Uh.” Xie Qiang thought for a moment. “I think that’s also quite unethical.”
But it seemed they didn’t care much about that here.
Mo Yin looked thoughtful. “Brother, unethical.”
Xie Qiang’s cat-like body jolted, and her eyes instantly lit up. “What? What? Are you saying Hong Que? He fell for a Guide who has a fiancé? Who is it? Do I know them?”
No wonder he was so desperate to ask her if she would marry the person she liked; it turned out the Guide he liked already had a fiancé!
This was the first piece of gossip Xie Qiang had heard since coming here. She excitedly pressed her ear closer and whispered, “Tell me, I promise I won’t tell anyone!”
The girl’s soft breath hit his ear again, tickling and tingling. Mo Yin turned his ear away slightly, his eyes lowering to hide the shifting emotions within.
“No.”
The black-clad youth’s voice was raspy, filled with an indescribable stubbornness. No matter how much Xie Qiang tried to coax or wheedle it out of him, he wouldn’t make another sound.
Xie Qiang had no choice but to give up.
Fine, if you won’t tell me, you won’t tell me. At worst, I’ll just observe secretly!
Translator’s Note: Welcome back! Here, Hong Que uses “睡” (Shuì – to sleep), which is a common euphemism for sex or “marking” in the context of Sentinel-Guide novels. Xie Qiang is clearly embarrassed by the directness of the term. “National Consort” (国夫 – Guófū) refers to the husband of a princess/empress. Hope you’re enjoying the “Shura Field” vibes!
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