Chapter 105 - Jiang Ying Yue (2) (1/2)
”Miss Jiang, when are you going to stop tackling me?”
He glared at the girl for a long time since this was already the fifth time that she tried to throw herself against him. The problem with her was that she never stopped crying and never lifted her head up. She kept mistaking his chest for a pillar and repeatedly stood up from the floor to try her suicide method.
Black lines appeared on Jiang Li's forehead.
How the hell did she manage to not realize that she had never bumped into her intended target? Actually, in the first place, why was a freakin' pillar her target? Who the f*ck gave her the idea? The ancients were really so different. He felt like he would need some time to make it past the culture shock!
The place had already become quiet because the most of the people around were rendered speechless by the girl's actions. There were also those who couldn't get over the fact that Chen Wang, one of Zhao Dynasty's first rank princes suddenly showed off his extraordinary lightness skill just to save her.
But look at what the Jiang Clan's first legitimate miss was doing.
”Stop! Sister, please stop! Listen to me, y-you're---”
”Heavens!” The madam who stood next to the girl earlier covered her eyes with her fan and trembled from fright.
”BAM!” A loud thudding sound once again echoed. The young lady who appeared to be sisters with the other girl gulped after seeing the prince's expression turning dark.
'My Dear Sister, if you want to commit suicide, go ahead! But why don't you first raise your head, apologize to the prince, and look for another column to smash your head against?!' she thought, fearing that their whole family would be implicated and punished too.
”Jiang Ying Yue! Stop!” shouted a tall, lean middle aged man dressed like a minister.
When the girl heard that voice, she finally came to her senses and then froze. The most recent collision made her very dizzy but she recognized the voice. It was her father, the grand marshal of Great Zhao's army, one of the people she most feared in the world. Burning in shame and hating why she was still alive, her knees softened and lost strength.
”Careful.” Distress almost showed on Jiang Li's face when he caught the falling woman.
'She's so cold and looks so fragile.'
'But the most important thing is why does she look like Na Yu?'
The transfer had just happened. Five minute ago he was still burning his wife's beautiful face to his memories, afraid of forgetting a single detail. Yet now a much younger version of her appeared before him in the new world.