CHAPTER 133 (1): JUST HAVE TO BE OBEDIENT
Translation: Sangria
He still has the nerve to say that... Would I be opposing him if he didn’t touch my bottom line every ti? His behaviour in the room is only one of many tis that he has prevented from escaping.
Do I have to behave obediently even in bed if he asks ? What a joke!
Pei Qianhao suddenly released her and sat back down. “Forget it, how is it possible for you to be obedient? This Prince is just playing the zither to a cow[1].” Having said that, he closed his eyes to rest.
Su Xi-er looked at him. What a taphor. I am not a cow, and it’s not clear if he can even play the zither.
Back when she was still in Nanzhao, she had heard that n from Beimin were unruly. Although the belief that n were superior to won was not as prevalent as it was in Nanzhao, Beimin still had a set of rules to control won.
Beimin n typically wouldn’t know how to do sothing as elegant as playing the zither.
The two then stopped talking, although Pei Qianhao continued to secretly observe Su Xi-er from ti to ti without her noticing.
The wind blew open the curtain of the carriage and allowed Su Xi-er to look outside at the streets. The street the horse carriage was travelling on was a secluded one, not the bustling main road. At this mont, Pei Qianhao suddenly instructed, “Change to another route. Go to the main road.”
The imperial guard driving the carriage obliged, turning the carriage around and heading the other way.
Su Xi-er was puzzled and asked, “Why change the route when this street has fewer people? Besides, the horse carriage is so ostentatious.”
People from the capital city should all know Prince Yun’s horse carriage. All the pedestrians will stop and watch if they see it travelling on the bustling main road.
“This Prince likes it,” Pei Qianhao said coldly, then instructed, “Lift the curtains up when we reach the main road; this Prince wants to take a look.”
I had a taste of Yun Ruofeng’s excellent training techniques last ti I passed by the army barracks on the way to the archery range. This ti, I want to take a good look at Nanzhao’s busiest main road, not just take a few quick glances like before.
The horse carriage slowed down when it reached the main road, making it easy to hear the loud voices of the peddlers hawking their wares.
“Lift the curtains.” Pei Qianhao opened his eyes; his voice was cold, and his expression serious.
Su Xi-er followed his instructions and lifted the curtains, just enough to allow him to see the scenes from the road, but preventing any pedestrians from looking in.
“There are no beggars this ti.” A sneer escaped from Pei Qianhao’s thin lips. His eyes were dark, as if he was thinking about sothing.
With the state banquet so near, there can’t be any beggars on any of the streets in the capital city, much less the main road. Either improve the strength of the nation, and let the commoners lead comfortable lives; or make arrangents for the beggars before the start of the state banquet. Seeing how things are, it’s likely that the second option was taken.
Su Xi-er softly asked, “Prince Hao, do you still need to look?”
“I’ll continue to look.” Pei Qianhao turned his gaze to the stall of a peddler.
Su Xi-er’s gaze followed, discovering sothing suspicious.
The peddler had a reluctant expression, and had a number of patches on their clothes. The stall even had a broken empty bowl in the middle, while a bamboo pole used for begging hung on the side.
1. A Chinese idiom. It ans sothing like talking to soone ignorant about the topic at hand, similar to how the cow has no sense of music. An English idiom that has roughly the sa aning is ‘caviar to the general’.
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