Asking About Love Songs

Chapter 2

"From beginning to end, I've said it all: I don't want any offspring in this life. Besides, what's the point of having this incestuous thing? Just get rid of it, don't think so much about it!" He patted her trembling, sobbing shoulder. "Don't cry, be a good girl and listen to me. Yu'er will still treat you well as before."

"Incestuous bastard?!" His words filled Mei'e's exquisite face with disbelief! "This is your child! Your child! How could you... how could you... say such a thing?!"

"Don't cry, Auntie. Yu'er hasn't been here to keep you company for so long, you must be lonely. Let Yu'er keep you company today." Seeing her crying so bitterly, Zhu Yu could only coax her with feigned tenderness. "Be a good girl and drink this bowl of medicine later, and rest well for a while. Then Yu'er can keep Auntie company every night like before!"

"Shut up!" Song Mei'e shouted angrily at the lewd and ambiguous words, "Are you really so cold-blooded that you can even do this to your own flesh and blood?"

"Flesh and blood!" Zhu Yu chuckled softly, as if addressing a stubborn child, continuing his cruel threat with his lazy laugh. "I'll say it again, this prince wants no offspring, and I will not allow any woman to bear my children, not even you, Song Meie. Be obedient, remove this unwanted thing, or I have plenty of ways to make you submit."

Seeing the look of horror on Song Meie's face, Zhu Yu immediately reached out and hugged her, stroking her face and saying, "Auntie, don't be afraid. Yu'er still loves you deeply. Yu'er is most afraid that you will no longer come near me."

He kissed her lips and cheeks, wrapped his arms around her, and even began to caress her.

"No, if... you can't accept having children, then don't touch me anymore!" Song Meie pushed him away.

"That's not up to you, Auntie." Zhu Yu smiled wickedly, grabbed Song Meie's slender chin, and sucked away her tears that had fallen again. "Lately, Yu'er has been missing your beautiful body, Auntie. I still remember how your enchanting body could ignite my desire with just a little teasing! Today, I'll make up for the emptiness you've been feeling these past few days."

"Enough! How else do you want to insult me!" Song Meie raised her hand to slap him, but Zhu Yuzhong grabbed it.

His lazy, smiling eyes turned cold and deep as he grabbed her wrist and gripped it tightly until she cried out in pain.

"Mei'e, you should know that what this prince wants, he will not fail to obtain, nor will he allow anyone to resist him."

"Let me go! No—Yu'er—please stop—"

Zhu Yu forcefully picked up Song Meie in his arms. She struggled and shouted excitedly. Just as she was thrown into the bed and her outer clothes were torn off, Zhu Yu, who was about to bend down, hurriedly frowned and looked towards the outer hall!

"Someone's there!"

Just as her small body quietly opened the door and stepped outside, about to run away, someone grabbed her arm!

"child!"

The child he captured remained silent in surprise, even glaring at him angrily.

"You saw everything that just happened." The child's delicate features and bright spirit made Zhu Yu's eyes light up.

"Whose child are you? What are you doing at Yizhai Restaurant?"

Yizhai Hall was a highly guarded place within the palace. Everything inside was under his control. He would not have been unaware that Mei'e had taken in the child. This child had clearly sneaked in from somewhere.

"You...you've insulted Consort E, you've insulted your own aunt!"

Despite his young age, he glared with a contemptuous look, showing no fear even in the face of Zhu Yu's intimidating demeanor.

"Heh, what a brave little warrior! You can barely protect yourself, yet you want to stand up for a beauty?"

Zhu Yu gave a deep, cold laugh and narrowed his eyes to examine the little boy in front of him.

"Although you are young, your appearance and personality are so endearing to me! It would be so much fun to tie a chain around your neck and train you like a dog at my feet. It's just a pity..." Zhu Yu's expression changed, and a fierce look appeared. He grabbed the little one by the neck and lifted the little guy up alive!

"My good time has been interrupted, and I'm in a terrible mood. I have no choice but to use your life to soothe my bruised and battered spirit!"

Su Shaochu struggled painfully as his feet left the ground, feeling the force on his neck gradually tighten. He clenched his small fist and slammed it out at Zhu Yugao's shoulder!

Zhu Yu never expected that the child in front of him had martial arts skills. A force struck his shoulder, which did not cause injury, but it still made him loosen his grip!

As soon as Su Shaochu fell, he immediately turned back and ran wildly, but he hadn't gone far when he was swept to the ground by a strong palm wind that caught up with him, and blood spurted from his small lips!

"Let me go—you wicked prince—"

She was captured by Zhu Yu again, and this time he dragged her to the edge of a pool not far away.

"Then let me, the prince, look even more like a ghost! How about I first strip away all your energy, you little brat?" With a cold laugh and seeing those stubborn eyes, Zhu Yu's heart ached even more. He grabbed the brat's collar, dragged him into the water, and pressed his head down, as if he wanted to drown him in the lake!

A pair of small hands struggled and waved incessantly, painfully gripping his wrists, even trying to pry open the long fingers adorned with jewels and jade that were pressed against his head. Zhu Yu simply smiled and admired them.

As the struggle weakened, he pulled the little brat's head out of the water. He watched as the delicate little face coughed painfully as it inhaled air. At the same time, the wet clothes made him realize something!

"I thought it was a young master, but it seems to be a young girl!"

The weak little girl heard his voice and slowly opened her eyes. He smiled with satisfaction because he finally saw fear in her small eyes.

"He's a little guy with a foundation in martial arts at such a young age."

Then his neck was grabbed again, and his small body was lifted out of the water!

"Third Prince, please stop!" Song Meie's urgent shouts came from all directions.

Zhu Yu ignored her, however, and was extremely interested in the little girl who had fallen into a coma.

"This child saw and heard everything. Do you want this to get out?" Of course, killing him would be the end of it! "If it gets out, Auntie, you'll probably start arguing with me again, bringing up those pointless things about not being able to go against the natural order anymore. Auntie might not be annoyed, but I am."

He couldn't care less about rumors and gossip. He, Zhu Yu, wanted the person he wanted. Since Song Meie cared, he might as well resolve the potential trouble and avoid using it as an excuse later!

"Yu'er, Yu'er, I... my chest hurts so much, can you come and help me?"

Zhu Yu turned around and saw Song Meie clutching her chest, squatting on the ground in distress. Her outer garment, which he had just torn off, looked disheveled and alluring. He finally put down the child in his arms and walked over.

"Yu'er..." Song Mei'e, whom he helped up, leaned against his chest, hoping Zhu Yu's attention would shift away from what was behind her. "It's a bit cold, help me inside!"

Zhu Yu lifted her chin, smiled, and kissed her lips, his breath hot against hers as he whispered, "Mei'e, my dear aunt, listen carefully. If one day you go against what this prince wants to do, even you, Yu'er will kill!"

Song Meie trembled at his words, and Zhu Yu sneered as he picked her up.

"Someone come here."

"Third Prince." Yan Pingfei, the chief steward of the Third Prince's residence who had always been by Zhu Yu's side, immediately stood respectfully by his side.

"Seal off 'Yizhai Hall' and find a girl who looks like a six or seven-year-old boy." He knew that when Mei'e lured him away, that little devil had already run off. "Report back in half an hour."

"Yes." Yan Pingfei accepted the order and left.

"Now, in the next half hour, Yu'er can warm your cold body properly, and also ask you where that little devil came from."

This time, Song Meie did not resist; she simply closed her eyes tightly, feeling sad and embarrassed.

Yan Pingfei also came from Nanyuan. How did this clansman view her, the Nanyuan maid who had committed incest with her own nephew?

That year, Su Shaochu's meeting with Zhu Yu set off another wheel of fate, sowing the seeds for their future and leading to a series of confrontations between them.

Chapter 1

Two bright little eyes reflected the hurried pedestrians. As the New Year approached, the streets were filled with the busyness and festive atmosphere of the year-end season.

A pair of twin sisters, only five or six years old, stood huddled together under the eaves in a corner. Their innocent eyes looked rather empty. They were dressed in simple clothes, and in the freezing cold, the two little sisters huddled together to keep warm.

Their rosy and adorable faces, coupled with their twin appearances, already drew attention. However, whenever passersby cast curious glances at them, they would huddle even closer together in fear.

The frigid weather made them stand for a long time, constantly breathing on their frozen, red little fingers to warm them.

When the snowflakes began to fall again, pedestrians on the streets quickened their pace to return to their warm homes.

Seeing the snow falling again, the two girls huddled together, rubbing their ten rough, frozen little fingers. Looking at the canteen across the street, at the steaming dishes and soups on each diner's table, the two sisters swallowed hard, continuing to look around, enduring the discomfort of being both cold and hungry.

Just as one of them started coughing repeatedly, their small, frozen bodies turned purple, and they were about to collapse, a warm, large fur coat wrapped them both up at the same time.

"Have something to eat!"

A gentle voice spoke above them as two plump, white steamed buns were presented to them.

The child looked up and saw a refined and handsome young face.

"Eat quickly! It'll be a waste if it gets cold."

The newcomer squatted down in front of them, looking at them at eye level; he was a handsome young man of sixteen or seventeen.

The other person's gentle eyes were full of concern. He took their hands and placed the buns on their small palms. It was noticeable that each of the two sisters had a small red mole on their left and right sides in their pink palms.

Wrapped in warm fur coats, the two little sisters held lukewarm steamed buns in their hands. Despite their hunger and warnings not to talk to or approach strangers, they swallowed the buns with gusto.

"Be careful not to choke, there's water here."

The boy patted them gently and picked up a bamboo tube to feed them water.

"What are you doing here?"

The two sisters exchanged a glance, then, while munching on their buns, one of them replied, "Wait for Master."

"Owner?"

"We were sold to our master, and Uncle Dao told us to wait here."

"Sold to their master." The young man sighed softly, knowing that the two sisters had most likely been sold by their families to some household to work as maids. "What are your names?"

"Little Ma".

"A little annoyance."

The two sisters innocently vied to answer.

"Xiao Ma, Xiao Fan?" The boy in white frowned. "Who named you these two sisters?" The mentality of the person who named them "Trouble" is quite obvious.

"Uncle Dao, right?" That's what they've heard him call them since they were old enough to understand.

"It's Dad!" another shouted in protest. "Because our mother died right after we were born, and we heard that when Dad handed us over to Uncle Dao, he said that was our name."

"Since your father entrusted you to this Uncle Dao's care, why were you sold?" Could it be that these two sisters were sold behind their family's back?

"Uncle Dao said it was Father's idea."

"Uncle Dao said that our master will take care of us from now on."

After finishing the steamed buns and drinking several sips of water, the two little sisters, wrapped in warm fur, were clearly full of energy and began to talk lively.

"Big brother is so nice, even nicer than Uncle Dao."

"Yes, Uncle Dao is usually very nice, but he gets really fierce when he drinks!"

The young man in white smiled gently.

"Did that Uncle Dao say who your future master is?" He simply couldn't ignore the cuteness of the two little sisters.

"I remember Uncle Dao saying something like... the third one something."

"He's the emperor's third son, the third prince!" A little boy rolled his eyes at his brother who couldn't remember anything.

"The Third Prince, Zhu Yu?!" The white-robed youth's eyes darkened slightly.