He changed his expression and gently directed to Bai Weiwei, “Wife, how does it sound?”
Bai Weiwei: …Wife?
Are you not ashamed of calling me this?
She couldn’t help but look at the only audience of this spectacle, the third prince.
This caused Qi Chimu’s gaze to turn cold. He reached out and gripped her chin.
Then he gave a laugh as tender as water. “Did you not say that this husband is too pedantic and does not know how to give you any surprises? I specially went and learned this song, which is said to be the favorite of you ladies.”
Bai Weiwei gave him a contemptuous look, sticking firmly to her character settings. “You played too badly, there’s no essence of the original song. There are no surprises. Listening to you play this song nearly frightened me to death.”
Qi Chimu was already burning with fire.
What did she mean by constantly taking peeks at the third prince?
Was it because the other man was handsome and good-looking, or was she looking at his low-key but clearly high-end clothes and ornaments?
Was it because she realized that Luo Baiji was a member of the imperial family, and so her heart was moved?
He played the flute, yet she disdained it.
Seeing other men, she was attentive and delighted.
He wasn’t dead yet, alright? Did she want to bloom first, then lean over the wall1?
The gentleness on Qi Chimu’s face couldn’t be maintained, and he threatened fiercely, “If it doesn’t sound good, then throw out all the cakes I instructed to have made ba. In any case, it’s useless to perform music for a musically ignorant and wooden person like you.”
Bai Weiwei looked at the plate of cakes and ruined a bit of her character settings.
This era was too boring. Besides eating, she didn’t have any pastimes to pursue.
So she immediately tugged his sleeve, expertly pretending to be cute. “No no, it sounds good, it sounds especially good. Husband, any music you play sounds nice.”
Qi Chimu heard her call out ‘husband,’ and his breathing became slightly unstable.
He forcefully held on, snorting, “That cake is your husband, just eat that. Don’t you know that you’re so heavy that the bathtub will break when you sit in it?”
Bai Weiwei refuted anxiously, “What bathtub did I break, clearly it was because you tried to squeeze in that it broke.”
It was only when these words came out that Bai Weiwei reacted.
She quickly looked over at the audience member standing to the side.
The third prince still had on a noble and indifferent face, but the corners of his mouth could not hold back the rising smile.
She immediately turned back, shoved Qi Chimu away, and lifted her skirt to leave, completely flushed.
Qi Chimu saw her leave, and his feet barely followed his brain as his body began to chase after her.
Just like a butterfly chasing after a fleeing flower.
Drawn in at first glance.
But after taking a few steps, he returned to his senses.
What about the third prince?
He glanced at the third prince who had just been attracted into coming over. The familiar and seemingly young and inexperienced face told him that this was the best opportunity to get acquainted.
But when he thought about how Bai Weiwei had run off to who knew where, he had no thoughts of exchanging pleasantries.
He recalled what he’d argued about with Bai Weiwei just now. It was indeed not a discussion suitable to be brought up in public.
No matter how thick one’s skin was, it was no match for such a dirty joke.
Qi Chimu could only hurriedly nod to Luo Baiji and say, “Excuse me.”
Then he gave up on the opportunity to meet with the third prince and left to chase after that little bastard who only ate and never allowed people to be worry-free.
As soon as Qi Chimu ran away.
Luo Baiji, standing in place, finally let out a laugh.
Really, too amusing.
He truly had never seen a couple with such a cute and likeable way of getting along.
Clearly fighting with words, like a pair of buffoons.
But it made people feel that this was precisely love ah.
The secret guard beside him was relieved. He had not seen the third prince smile in so long.
It would be alright to have the couple come closer in the future.
Against his knowledge, Qi Chimu managed to complete his goal of obtaining the third prince’s favorable impression in a peculiar manner.
1: Reference to the idiom ‘red apricot tree leans over the wall,’ which means for a woman to have an illicit lover.↩
