Chapter 8- Three Ground Rules – Transcendental Translations

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Chapter 8

“Prince, are you silently cursing me? It’s okay, I can’t hear it anyway. But if you don’t want to suffer during acupuncture, you’d better control your expressions. Everything you think shows on your face, and that makes the person giving the acupuncture very unhappy.”

Feng Juxu blinked, stunned that Hua Sijin dared to pinch his face.

When it was time to remove the needles, Hua Sijin did it swiftly. Once the last needle was out, Feng Juxu felt normal again.

“I wasn’t cursing you. I was just thinking about what gifts to prepare for your visit home.”

Feng Juxu used this lame excuse to gauge Hua Sijin’s attitude after her tirade against the Left Prime Minister’s residence yesterday.

Hua Sijin frowned, looking at Feng Juxu like he was an idiot.

“Do you have money to burn? If you don’t know how to spend it, just give it to me. I’m excellent at spending money.”

“I might forget where I spend it, but I know exactly how to spend it. Just pick some cheap stuff for those people at the Left Prime Minister’s place.”

Feng Juxu couldn’t believe how blunt she was. He remembered the noble girls from a few years back who were always so dainty and delicate. What had happened in just a few years?

No, Hua Sijin must have gone mad from the series of blows she faced—being demoted from legitimate daughter to concubine’s daughter, losing her mother, and being sent to marry for good luck.

He had heard about the Left Prime Minister demoting his legitimate wife to concubine, which he despised. He’d have to ask his mother why he married the Left Prime Minister’s daughter later.

“Another round of acupuncture tomorrow, and by the time you visit home, you’ll be able to walk normally. But you mustn’t use your inner strength, or it’ll mess up your meridians.”

Feng Juxu nodded, understanding this. Seeing Hua Sijin still there, dismantling the golden threads from her wedding dress, he twitched his lips.

“It seems you had a tough time at the Left Prime Minister’s place, being so poor you have to reuse thread. I’ll have the steward bring your allowance to you later.”

Hua Sijin paused, looking at Feng Juxu like he was a simpleton.

“Are you blind, Prince?”

Feng Juxu glanced at her and saw her holding up her bag.

“This place is so poor it doesn’t even have bags. I had to make do and couldn’t find the right fabric or thread!”

Feng Juxu twitched his lips again. “So you tore apart your wedding dress for that?”

Hua Sijin, without a hint of embarrassment, lifted her chin proudly.

“What? Is the mighty Prince’s residence just for show? Can’t afford a wedding dress? Or was it borrowed and needs to be returned?”

Feng Juxu didn’t want to talk to her anymore. This woman was not right in the head!

But his silence didn’t mean Hua Sijin didn’t want to talk.

“Since you’re awake, let’s set some ground rules.”

Feng Juxu stayed silent, but her inner voice echoed in his head—Is this warrior so weak? Are you sure he’s not a scrawny dog?

Though Feng Juxu didn’t know what a scrawny dog was, it was clear she was insulting him. He glared at her, gritting out a word, “Speak.”

Hua Sijin was unaffected, quickly laying out her terms.

“First, since you’re awake, it means my marriage brought good luck. Once you’re fully recovered, take as many concubines as you want. Just don’t touch me.”

Feng Juxu scoffed, “Don’t worry, I’d rather look at a pig than you.”

Hua Sijin nodded, satisfied. “I agree, pigs are more attractive than you.”

Feng Juxu: …

“Second, if we can’t pretend to be a couple, we’ll divorce. But only after I’ve dealt with those people at the Hua family.”

Feng Juxu didn’t respond, asking instead, “What’s the third point?”

Hua Sijin counted on her fingers, “The third point is simple. If we don’t divorce, I have to act like a good wife and share the troubles brought by your family. I want compensation for that!”

Feng Juxu was baffled by her demands.

Hua Sijin thought this was fair. In a place like this, money was essential. If she couldn’t keep up the act, she’d just leave with the money and live happily.

Feng Juxu, not understanding her strange thoughts, nodded slowly in agreement.

Seeing his hesitant nod, Hua Sijin patted his shoulder like an old friend.

“Don’t worry, I’m reasonable. I won’t ask for much—just half the estate, some land deeds, horses, and money.”

Feng Juxu: …

In the end, they agreed on their arrangement, and Hua Sijin left with her wedding dress.

She had work to do, starting with a plan to bring down the Left Prime Minister’s household.

What Hua Sijin didn’t know was that shortly after she left Feng Juxu’s room, a masked figure appeared, relaying information about her.

At the Left Prime Minister’s residence, Hua Weiliang paced in his study after returning from court, too angry to change his official robes. His wife, Ma Shi, quickly brought a bowl of sweet soup, worried.

“Master, the mistress is here, waiting outside.”

The steward reported cautiously. Hua Weiliang, glaring at the door, returned to his desk, his voice cold.

“Let her in. If anyone else comes, kick them out!”