Chapter 721 - 721: Marquis, You Mustn ‘t!
The Tyrant Father's Pampered Daughter
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Kongjue waited outside the door for a while in the rain.
Only then was the wooden door pulled open with a creak.
Ye Siming was wearing black inner clothes.
His eyes were as cold as the clouds on this cold night.
There was a hint of displeasure in them.
Kongjue looked at him from head to toe. âWhy did you take off your clothes?â
Ye Siming raised his eyebrows and asked, âYou donât take off your clothes when you sleep?â
Sleep?!
He was sleeping with Sister Nuoâer?
Kongjueâs eyes widened.
He looked inside.
Ye Siming immediately blocked his gaze.
The youth was a little impatient. âBald monk, what exactly are you doing here?â Kongjue pressed his palms together and chanted a Buddhist proclamation.
âMarquis, let me see the princess.â
âSheâs asleep. Donât disturb her.â
As expected, Kongjue was rejected.
Kongjue pursed his lips and said after a long time, âBut Iâm afraid itâs not good for the Marquis and the princess to be in the same room.â
Ye Siming raised his eyebrows. âWhat?â
âAlthough Her Highness is still young, thereâs still a difference between genders.â
âThen what do you want?â n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Kongjue blinked calmly. âLet this poor monk stay in the room. With the three of us together, no one will misunderstand and there wonât be any gossip about Her Highness.â
Ye Siming sneered. âIâll cut off the tongue of whoever dares to spread gossip.
Thereâs no need for you to stay.â
He was about to close the door when Kongjue hurriedly pressed down on the door frame. âMarquis!â
âMmmâ¦â The child lying on the bed inside immediately turned over.
She looked like she was about to wake up.
Ye Siming gritted his teeth, impatience rising in his indifferent eyes.
He lowered his voice and threatened Kongjue, âI can let you in, but thereâs nowhere for you to sleep.â
âItâs fine.
What was more important than his sisterâs innocence?
Why did Marquis Yongye not know etiquette? He should have found a room for the princess to rest in alone.
Ye Siming said coldly, âShe had a tough day today. I donât want to wake her up from her rest. Otherwise, Iâd have beaten you up until youâre looking for your teeth on the ground.â
Faced with his terrifying words, Kongjue tried his best to remain calm and pressed his palms together. âCultivating the heart is about cultivating oneâs character.â
Ye Siming frowned even more.
What is with all those round-about talk? He was as long-winded as that old bald donkey back then.
He moved to the side. âCome in, cut the crap.â
Kongjue took the initiative to enter and patted off the raindrops on his body at the door.
His movements were careful and light, afraid that he would wake up the little figure sleeping on the bed.
The childâs fair face was lying on her side on the soft pillow with her soft black hair by her ear. A docile shadow was formed.
It made the childâs sleeping face look even more pure and cute.
Kongjue smiled.
Before he could take a closer look, a cold-faced youth stood in front of him. Ye Siming stared at him. âWhat are you looking at?â
Kongjue quickly lowered his gaze and pressed his palms together. âAmiâ¦â
âWhat a?â Ye Siming pushed him and scolded in a low voice, âGo over there and sleep.â
He pointed to a small bamboo couch in the corner.
Kongjue walked over silently.
Just as he sat down, he realized that Ye Siming had put on his clothes and was lying beside Gu Nuoâer!
Kongjue immediately stood up. âMarquis, you mustnât!â
Although he deliberately lowered his voice, Gu Nuoâer, who was on the bed, still frowned.
Ye Siming felt like gunpowder was exploding in his mind.
Why didnât he kill this troublesome bald monk during the day?
In order not to wake Gu Nuoâer up, he had no choice but to sit on the footrest and put on a purple fur cloak.
A pair of extremely cold and murderous eyes looked at Kongjue. âAre you satisfied now?â
Kongjue nodded and sat back on the bamboo couch. âAmitabha.â
Ye Siming gritted his teeth.
All the monks in the world were unbearable to wolves..