Chapter 338 : It’s Not Easy Being the Head of Household 22 (1/2)

Shi Sheng didn’t know how many times they did it, only that she’d completely exhausted herself and fallen asleep at some point.

By the time she woke up, it was already evening of the next day.

She found herself in Ling Yue’s arms, her face pressed against his smooth chest. She could hear his clear and strong heartbeat thumping beside her ear.

Shi Sheng reached out to feel him up. ‘Feels fantastic!’

Her hand gradually headed south but was stopped by Ling Yue.

“Hss—”

He had grabbed her hand and took it out from under the blankets. His fingers pressed against the area that had been slammed by the door last night. It was swollen and bruising.

Shi Sheng lifted her head slightly to find Ling Yue frowning, as he examined her hand. Perhaps having noticed her attention, he lowered his eyes, cheeks turning red for some reason. However, he maintained his aloof expression. “You’ll need to apply some ointment.”

“It’s just a minor injury.” Shi Sheng took her hand back as she spoke carelessly.

‘But it’s damn fucking painful! Hm, but I can’t let my waifu worry about me, so…I’ll bear with it!’

Ling Yue released her and got up to look for their clothes. Only now did he discover how wild they’d been last night—everything had become so torn up that they could no longer be worn again…

“There should be new clothes in the wardrobe.” Shi Sheng pointed at the wardrobe nearby. She had gotten Dai Yue to prepare more clothes for him before they left for Mt. Wanyuan.

There was only one blanket on the bed.

Ling Yue struggled for a moment but, in the end, he still got out completely naked.

‘She already saw everything anyways. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.’

By the time Ling Yue returned with clothes, his face had turned red and his skin was steadily turning pink.

Shi Sheng was unable to hold back from gulping back a mouthful of drool.

“Ling Yue… It’s still early. We can get up later.” Shi Sheng grabbed the clothes in Ling Yue’s hands.

He glared at her and jerked them back. “It’s evening!”

“Eh?” ‘I thought it was morning.’

The clothes Dai Yue prepared were fit for the Master of the Prime Minister’s household. Although the style was plain, they were much more beautiful than his priest’s garbs.

Ling Yue seemed to have transformed into another person after putting them on. He looked like a noble lord that had been raised in a great clan, filled with elegance and grace.

“My waifu looks great in anything!”

“What’s…a waifu?” Ling Yue asked, face red.

“Waifu means first husband.” Shi Sheng was afraid Ling Yue wouldn’t understand her explanation, so she used an equivalent he would understand.

But Ling Yue’s head shot up, surprise written in his eyes.

“First husband?”

Shi Sheng blinked. ‘Yeah, that’s what I said. So what?’

“You want to make me your first husband?” He continued asking.

“Who else would I marry but you?” Shi Sheng replied with a rhetorical question. “I told you: you’re my one and only.”

Ling Yue lowered his head. “But…my status doesn’t allow me to be a first husband.”

Shi Sheng frowned, and she only understood what he was getting at after a moment’s consideration.

Priests were the undesirables in this world. Only the priests from Mt. Wanyuan received even a modicum of respect—the rest had very low statuses.

But even so, as a priest Ling Yue couldn’t normally become the Master of a noble clan.

Seeing that Shi Sheng’s expression turned unreadable, Ling Yue organised his thoughts and spoke, “Actually—”

Shi Sheng interrupted him, speaking with a firm tone, “No one would dare to oppose my decision to marry you.”

How could she allow the apple of her eye to receive anything but the best?

Ling Yue gave her a look that was even more complicated than before.

After a long while, he gave her a light hug.

Ever since that day, Shi Sheng moved back to her bedroom and they were properly cohabiting this time.

Shi Sheng had ordered the seven men sent by the Empress to be secretly sent away, taking care to not let Ling Yue catch wind of them.

Since then, no male servants were allowed to serve the inner courtyard of the Prime Minister’s residence. They had all been swapped out for females.

From this, the servants knew this Sir Ling Yue was someone their lady cared for greatly. None dared to show him any disrespect.

From the food he ate to the clothes he wore, he received nothing but the best. There were some items that not even the men in the palace would be able to have.