Poison Genius Consort

sn’t so patient.

“Your highness….where is the handkerchief?” she asked him nervously.

“I’ll bring it inside,” Long Feiye replied.

The old mama was greatly shocked.
“Your highness…your highness is going to see the grand imperial concubine, with her, together?”

Long Feiye didn’t answer her.
Neither did he pay any attention to Han Yunxi, but started walking as soon as he finished speaking.
His legs were long, so he walked very quickly, and Han Yunxi hurried to catch up before her brain could process what had happened.
Her heart started to pound as she wondered exactly how he was going to deal with this.
She wanted to ask, but didn’t know how, and followed him all the way to Grand Concubine Yi’s front doors.

Before them stood a girl of seventeen to eighteen years, as slender as a thread.
It seemed that a simple gust of wind would knock her over.
She was dressed rather simply, with a fresh and pure look and an exceptionally gentle warmth in her eyes.
This girl was none other than Grand Concubine Yi’s adopted daughter, Murong Wanru.
As soon as she saw them arrive, she hurried forward and called out shyly.
“Elder brother, you’ve come too?”

Murong Wanru’s voice was soft and demure, enough to melt a person’s heart.
Han Yunxi couldn’t help but grow goosebumps and sigh inwardly. What a big show for a ‘delicate and fragile’ flower! Tender and temperate, she was the type of beauty to attract attention wherever you looked.
A shame that Long Feiye treated her as air and walked right past.

So it seems like this guy is just cold to everyone he meets.

“Elder brother…”

Murong Wanru’s voice was warm enough to melt one’s bones, but filled with hurt at having been wronged.
Han Yunxi shivered again, trying to shake off another round of goosebumps.
She didn’t expect the girl to come over and attempt to measure her up, eyes filled with jealousy even as she smiled and spoke with a kindly tone.
“Sister-in-law, you’re very beautiful!”

As she finished speaking, she affectionately took Han Yunxi’s hands to comfort her.
“My brother’s just has this kind of personality, don’t mind him.
Come, I’ll bring you inside.”

Wasn’t it Long Feiye who treated Murong Wanru like air just then? She was talking like she was the mistress and Han Yunxi was but a guest of the house.
No matter how good this adopted daughter was, her surname still wasn’t Long. And no matter how unfavored she, herself, was as wife, she was still going to be mistress of the house in the future.
Han Yunxi put on a false smile.

“Many thanks, Miss Murong, but I can go by myself.”

Having spoken, she pushed aside the offered hand and stepped inside.