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He jumped up, bouncing on the ground like a child three times before pouncing forward.
He really did pounce, like a mountain pressing her down beneath him, then gasping, screaming, shouting...
"You’re alive, you’re alive..."
San Chun was nearly suffocated by his weight and pushed him away, yelling, "Whoever you are, get off me!"
The boy fell to the ground but was not angry; he sat there grinning foolishly like a fool.
San Chun, overly startled, fled like a rabbit, wondering where such a strange person had sprung from.
Back at her residence, her heart kept racing, filled with an uneasy feeling as if something was about to happen.
This feeling persisted until the next day when a servant announced that Feng Lingjun wanted to see her.
Feng Lingjun knelt in the main seat, with a boy kneeling beside him, shaking his shoulder repeatedly. "Brother, Second Brother, please agree to me."
Feng Lingjun was nearly jolted into spitting out his breakfast; having the person temporarily placed with him wasn’t a big deal, but this boy had a knack for causing trouble, and no one could guarantee what might happen.
Just as he hesitated, San Chun had already entered and performed a salute with her fists clasped together to bid farewell to the two. Fortunately, Feng Lingjun was too preoccupied to notice.
She secretly glanced up and felt her heart skip when she saw the boy sitting next to Feng Lingjun. Could it be that he really intended to report her just for stepping on his foot?
Feng Lingjun pulled down the arm that was tightening around his neck and smiled at San Chun. "This is Young Master Jingren of Chu; pay your respects."
"Understood." San Chun knelt formally in greeting.
However, the boy refused to accept her formal greeting and hurriedly jumped over to help her up, affectionately calling her, "Sister, what’s your name?"
San Chun felt a pang in her teeth; she certainly didn’t think she could be called the sister of a prince.
She forced a laugh. "Your Highness is truly joking; Ren Sanchun does not deserve such a title."
Jing Ren didn't care whether she liked it or not, grabbing her hand and smiling like a brilliant golden flower. "From today on, you belong to me. Do you like it?"
San Chun couldn't help but grin; being in his hands was hardly a joy. He was clearly a spoiled brat who loved to cause trouble. If she followed him, it would be a miracle if she didn't end up being played to death.
She looked at Feng Lingjun with pleading eyes, but Feng Lingjun pretended not to see and lightly coughed, saying, "San Chun, since you have nothing to do, why don't you serve Jing Ren for a few days?"
She had many things to do; eating and sleeping kept her quite busy. But saying such things would only make others think she was too idle. Moreover, since Lord had spoken, she had no choice but to comply. Reluctantly, she frowned and asked, "How many days will I be gone?"
"Just three days," Feng Lingjun said, but he held up four fingers, making one wonder if he could count.
The young man pouted. "Brother just said a month; are you going to go back on your word?"
Feng Lingjun waved his hand. "A month won't work; just three days. After three days, return her to the manor."
The young man pouted again and suddenly smiled as he walked in front of San Chun, taking her hand. "Come with me."
San Chun really didn't want to go. To be honest, being led by him felt terrible, as if she were a dog being taken for a walk by its owner, showing off everywhere.
She shook him off fiercely, but he stuck to her like a stubborn adhesive bandage. Annoyed, she snapped, "What do you want, young master?"
Jing Ren didn't answer; he just smiled. He laughed until she felt like her anger was rising in her throat and then slowly dissipated as he sweetly called out to her, "Sister, is breakfast ready?"
San Chun instinctively replied, "It is."
"What about lunch?"
She rolled her eyes; it was still early for lunch.
"I'll take you to eat something good."
Before she could agree, he had already taken her hand and walked out, leading her through the Main Street of Ying City. All the while, he held onto her hand; his grip was warm—too warm—which made her head ache. In the early summer heat, his palm was sweaty and made her feel sticky, yet he still refused to let go.
The prosperity of Ying City in the State of Chu was unrivaled among the six states. The streets were lined with buildings housing tea houses, taverns, foot shops, butcheries, temples, and public offices. The shops specialized in fine silks and satins, jewelry and spices; there were also medical clinics, carriage repairs, fortune-telling services—every trade imaginable was present.
Market Pedestrians jostled against each other, a continuous flow of people. There were merchants conducting business, street vendors calling out their wares, families riding in horse-drawn carriages, slaves carrying burdens on their backs, travelers asking for directions, children running around in the streets, and wealthy young masters drinking heavily in taverns, as well as disabled elderly beggars at the edge of the city. Of course, there were also those idly wandering the streets like them.
Two men, both of whom were quite noticeable, strolled leisurely along Main Street. Many people glanced over, but upon realizing it was Young Master Jingren, they quickly moved aside.
Those who frequently visited Ying City had heard of the notorious reputation of Jing Ren. It was said that Young Master Jingren had a bad temper and an eccentric personality; if he couldn't achieve what he wanted, he would lash out like a madman. The citizens of Ying City suffered greatly from his antics and naturally kept their distance.
Aside from his foul temper, his thoughts were also erratic; one day he might want to go hunting in the mountains and kill indiscriminately, while the next he might decide to raise some animals as pets. He always sought to torment others with tasks that no one else could accomplish and took pleasure in it. A capricious young nobleman—this was how people described him. He was indeed a tyrant in Ying City, and that was no exaggeration.
At this moment, San Chun deeply understood his dual nature. When looking at her, he resembled a cat eager to curl up in her arms and meow softly. But when he turned his face to others, he instantly transformed into a fierce tiger, eyes wide open; those who saw him naturally fled in fear, worried about being injured if they ran too slowly.
With him present, they had no trouble walking through the streets. They browsed nearly all the shops, and at each one, he would ask her if she wanted this or that before carelessly stuffing a pile of items into her hands. She couldn't carry them all and ended up tossing them to the warriors following behind. She could see their eyes bulging and faces showing displeasure; they probably disapproved of her closeness to Young Master Jingren.
"Your Highness..." she whispered softly. She truly didn't know how to shake off his hand; it was hot outside, and sweat dripped from her palms.
"What's wrong?" Jing Ren turned back and smiled at her. His gaze held a hint of expectation and affection...
Suddenly feeling afraid of his gaze, she looked away just as she heard the sound of hooves approaching from ahead. A carriage came barreling towards them with a burly man furiously whipping the horses while shouting, "Get out of the way—get out of the way—."
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