Chapter 118: Chapter 114: Pretty Girls Getting Close

After Shen Jingxian left, she didn’t think about what might happen in the Guan Fang anymore.

She only cared about one thing: whether she had accidentally let slip something modern while being excited earlier.

In the novels, some transmigrators often like to stand out by mentioning unique things, sometimes talking about the Pythagorean theorem, sometimes creating Gauss’s law, mentioning KFC’s Crazy Thursday, or saying “how are you I’m fine thank you and you,” as if knowing these things made them superior. However, in reality, they are just seen as lunatics.

In fact, this is impossible.

When you say these things, others will only think you’re crazy.

Moreover, for someone like Shen Jingxian, whose every move is scrutinized, even if she accidentally farts, the whole capital could know what it smells like the next day. If she does something strange, she’s finished.

On the carriage, the more Shen Jingxian thought about it, the more something felt off. She had the feeling that she made a fatal mistake while arguing with Song Yun earlier.

Yes, that’s right.

Li Shimin! It was Li Shimin!

How could she possibly be friends with Li Shimin! Li Shimin is not from this era!

If those people think the poem is good and go crazy looking for Li Shimin, where would she find a Li Shimin to present!!

Shen Jingxian was very nervous, muddleheadedly returning to the palace, and even when Song Yan called her, she was absent-minded.

Song Yan’s expression was unreadable, suspecting that the Princess had been schemed against by Song Yun.

She should have dealt with Song Yun sooner. Had she not been indecisive, His Highness would not have been “wronged” now!

“Your Highness, was your outing today not smooth?”

Shen Jingxian replied casually, “It went smoothly.”

A mere green tea isn’t hard to handle, it’s just that Song Yun’s ability to create a poem by Li Shimin puzzles her. Coincidence? That’s impossible.

The odds are as bizarre as an illiterate brute suddenly becoming the top scholar in the province.

Shen Jingxian speculated that Song Yun had bought the poem from another transmigrator.

She never considered herself unique in this world; if she could transmigrate, why couldn’t others.

The transmigration didn’t bring her a cheat-like life, but a curse of dying at 18. If there’s another transmigrator in this world, then what accompanies them?

She wanted to know.

By now, the Hidden Guards should have found the person.

Except for that one time when they were kidnapped, the Hidden Guards were quite efficient.

Seeing that Shen Jingxian responded absent-mindedly and then continued to daydream, Song Yan was inexplicably worried. But the Imperial Palace is the highest symbol of imperial power; her spies couldn’t get in, and she could only find out what was on her mind through the Princess.

“If it went smoothly, why is Your Highness in low spirits?”

At this moment, Shen Jingxian lay on the recliner as usual, feeling exhausted. She’d been holding herself upright for too long, and now she just wanted to be a boneless jellyfish.

“There are some things… I’m worried about.”

Song Yan wheeled her wheelchair behind Shen Jingxian, observing the tired-looking Princess, and reached out to start massaging Shen Jingxian.

Seeing the Princess relax and close her eyes, she coaxed, “Why doesn’t Your Highness share your worries with me?”

Shen Jingxian found the massage so comfortable that she couldn’t help speaking her mind, “A friend of mine…”

Wait! A friend!

Suddenly realizing, Shen Jingxian had only ever mentioned ’a friend’ at the poetry gathering. She never said the friend’s name, surname, or where they lived; just a simple friend!!!

No one would doubt her for not finding someone named Li Shimin, as she only mentioned a friend!

The problem she worried about all the way wasn’t even a real problem!

Oh, my god, I am such a fool.

Feeling as if she had narrowly escaped a disaster, Shen Jingxian looked at Song Yan with newfound affection, and her suppressed modern soul inexplicably surfaced; she wanted to snuggle with Song Yan!!

But she forgot about the strange chemistry between her and Song Yan.

Intending to get up and hug Song Yan, the moment she moved, the recliner beneath her broke.

Song Yan was still holding her head, and for a moment, Shen Jingxian imagined her head being pulled off by Song Yan.

Of course, that didn’t happen.

Song Yan, summoning strength from somewhere, swiftly supported Shen Jingxian’s waist, and with one strong motion, caught the Princess who should have fallen to the ground into her arms.

That day, the Princess was princess-carried.

Shen Jingxian blinked, her eyes meeting Song Yan’s. Personally, she didn’t mind—modern people hug pretty sisters all the time; this kind of physical contact was no big deal for her.

But Song Yan clearly didn’t feel the same.

Indeed, while women with women don’t have the same restrictions as between genders, usually, even close sisters might just hold hands. Hugs are rare unless overwhelmed by emotion.

Song Yan was momentarily at a loss, unsure whether to release her hold. If she let go, the Princess would fall. But if she held on, she feared her rising body temperature might burn the Princess.

Averting her gaze, Song Yan dared not make eye contact with the beauty in her arms, wishing the Princess would get up soon.

Shen Jingxian noticed Song Yan’s discomfort and her blushing ears, internally lamenting how easily embarrassed people from this era were.

She decided not to tease any further.

Yet, Shen Jingxian couldn’t help but think, if just a hug could make someone blush, wouldn’t a cheek kiss be even more embarrassing?

Her long-lost mischievous streak began to spread in her heart as she whispered, “Sister Song Yan, come closer; I have a secret to tell you.”

Without a second thought, Song Yan lowered her head closer.

Taking advantage of the moment, Shen Jingxian gave Song Yan a peck on the cheek.

It seemed a unique advantage of the protagonist; though Song Yan wasn’t in the habit of wearing lipstick, Shen Jingxian could still sense a floral fragrance spreading in her mouth.

So absurd, so amusing!

Unable to resist, Shen Jingxian pecked again, confirming once more—there was indeed a floral scent!

Poor Song Yan, just recovering from the shock of the Princess’s first move, was already stunned into disbelief by the next.

All Shen Jingxian remembered was Song Yan’s face blushing like an apple that day, and then… nothing more.

Song Yan retreated into her room on her wheelchair, resolving to stay there for meals, never stepping out.

Assuming Song Yan was preparing for exams, Shen Jingxian didn’t disturb her and never considered Song Yan might be embarrassed.

All girls, what’s there to fear?

Soon, the Hidden Guards captured the one who truly penned the poem by Li Shimin.

Shen Jingxian didn’t rush to see the person, ordering the Hidden Guards to imprison him instead.

Shen Ming was said to have entered the palace to apologize. Besides being beaten by Prince Rong, he was indirectly lectured by the Emperor. Ultimately, besides losing a hundred thousand taels, Prince Rong Mansion paid another two hundred thousand taels as reparations, all of which the Emperor poured into Shen Jingxian’s private treasury.

Song Yun also wanted to enter the palace to apologize, but Mr. Song’s status wasn’t enough. His request was rejected, leaving him anxious over the Princess’s judgment.

There have been new developments around Pan Jiaojiao lately; daily, she enters the palace to chatter with Shen Jingxian. In Song Yan’s absence, Pan Jiaojiao is in a cheerful mood.

One day, as usual, Shen Jingxian was lounging in the courtyard when she heard movement nearby. Assuming it was Pan Jiaojiao, she was about to call out when she suddenly heard a male voice.

“Mu Yuan greets Your Highness.”

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