#294 - I don't care about her
As the saying goes, women don't love men who aren't a little bad.
Let's not argue about whether this statement is right or wrong, nor shall we delve into whether there's a deeper level of understanding to it.
However, at least at this moment, Li Wutong did indeed have a certain feeling towards Wei Changtian that she had never experienced before.
To call this feeling "love" would undoubtedly be too far-fetched; it was more of a "curiosity".
As a princess, everyone around her since childhood, both men and women, listened to her and obeyed her every whim. When had anyone dared to disregard her so completely?
Not to mention that this person, strictly speaking, was still the young master of a noble family from an enemy country.
Sometimes, Li Wutong felt very frustrated, wishing she could tear Wei Changtian into a million pieces to avenge this "disrespect", or at least find an opportunity to make Wei Changtian suffer a setback to vent the hatred in her heart.
But sometimes, she also wanted to know more about this man, and even occasionally "enjoyed" the process of arguing with Wei Changtian, even though she had never won.
In fact, this kind of "curiosity" had also appeared in Lu Jingyao before.
However, the latter's feeling was more due to the contrast brought about by the "good versus evil" image reversal of Wei Changtian.
But for Li Wutong, it seemed that she simply felt that a man like Wei Changtian, who would use any means to achieve his goals, even resorting to all sorts of underhanded tricks... was quite interesting.
"Whoa!"
At the front of the carriage, the guard driving the carriage tightened the reins, and the carriage slowly stopped in an open space in the night.
Although there was still no sign of human habitation around, traveling at night was prone to accidents, so the general in charge of this escort mission decided to rest here for the night.
"Princess, Young Master Wei, the meals are ready."
Someone reported from outside the carriage curtain, and Wei Changtian also woke up from his dream with a yawn.
"Let's eat, let's eat!"
He was the first to drill out of the carriage, looking at the iron pot not far away with steaming heat, muttering casually: "If you're not enthusiastic about eating, there's something wrong with your head."
Chu Xianping and You Jia were already accustomed to Wei Changtian's occasional "new words and phrases", so their expressions were no different at this time.
However, Li Wutong, who was bending down to get out of the carriage, was stunned for a moment when she heard this.
If you're not enthusiastic about eating, there's something wrong with your head?
Although she could understand what this meant, she felt that something was strange.
After hesitating for a long time, Li Wutong finally couldn't help but whisper:
"Hey, I heard you're very good at writing poetry?"
"Chomp, chomp ~"
"You, didn't you hear me talking?!"
"Chomp, chomp ~"
"You!"
Li Wutong couldn't stand being ignored repeatedly, so she nudged Wei Changtian's arm with her elbow.
"..."
Wei Changtian's eating movements stopped, and then he turned his head rather lazily.
"What's wrong?"
"You, why did you pretend not to hear me just now?!"
"Huh? Did the princess just say something to me?"
"Of course! I asked you if you were good at writing poetry!"
"Oh, I heard it."
Wei Changtian narrowed his eyes and said in a calm tone: "But Princess, my name isn't 'Hey'."
My name isn't 'Hey', my name is...
If Li Wutong had the good fortune to watch "Meteor Shower" starring Shuangzi, she would definitely be able to understand this meme at this moment.
But unfortunately, she couldn't possibly know who "Chu Yuxun" was, so she was just suddenly stunned.
Wei Changtian continued to eat in silence, until after a long time, another sentence came from his ear—
"That, that... Young Master Wei."
"Mm."
Wei Changtian didn't even raise his head, and casually said: "I can't write poetry."
"..."
Li Wutong was stunned: "But that Cloud Fantasies Clothes, Flower Fantasies Face, and the Spring River Flower Moon Night at the Spring Dragon Poetry Gathering..."
"Those were all poems I plagiarized from other people."
Wei Changtian swallowed a piece of boiled meat: "Sorry, I'm afraid I've disappointed the princess."
"..."
Poems plagiarized from other people.
Of course, Li Wutong wouldn't believe such nonsense, only assuming that Wei Changtian was still angry about her behavior just now.
Naturally, she couldn't apologize to the latter, so after a moment of silence, she just muttered in a low voice, "Liar," and then also began to eat her meal with her head down.
The bright moon hung in the sky, the ground was warm, and the sky was cold.
The bonfire burned brightly in the night, and the roasted wild rabbit on it was turned over, and the oil droplets sizzled and fell into the fire, reflecting the awkward expressions of a group of people except for Wei Changtian.
Including several guards, they all heard the conversation between the two just now, but of course they didn't dare to say anything more.
After all, the princess certainly didn't need their permission to do anything.
But...
They exchanged a glance, and someone gently shook their head.
The princess might not be aware of the impropriety because she was in the midst of it, but they had to do something.
Two hours later, the moon was high in the sky.
Inside the warm tent, which was covered with fur mats and blankets, Wei Changtian closed his eyes alone and practiced the Moon Picking Sword in his dream.
Although Li Wutong was very afraid of him escaping, she couldn't possibly stare at him sleeping every day, so now Wei Changtian had the opportunity to be alone, but there would always be guards standing guard outside the tent.
"Young Master Wei, are you asleep?"
Suddenly, a faint voice floated in from outside the tent curtain.
Huh?
Wei Changtian frowned and sat up, thought for a while, and then asked:
"Not yet, is there something you need?"
"Yes, I wonder if I can enter the tent and speak with you in person?"
"Okay, come in."
He sat cross-legged, looked at the man who lifted the curtain and entered, and Wei Changtian motioned for the other party to sit down as well: "I wonder what the general wants to say to me?"
"Young Master, I am a rough person, so I will speak frankly."
The man in embroidered fish armor also sat down cross-legged, with a serious expression: "Young Master, Her Royal Highness the Princess has grown up in the military camp since she was a child. Although she is not as concerned about the distinction between men and women as other women, she has never experienced the affairs of love between men and women."
"But no matter what, Her Royal Highness the Princess is the imperial daughter of my Great Feng, and her every word and action is watched by all, so..."
"Alright."
Before the man could finish speaking, Wei Changtian interrupted with a smile: "Are you just trying to tell me to stay away from your princess, lest she fall in love with me uncontrollably?"
"This..."
Although the man was a military general, he didn't expect Wei Changtian to speak so bluntly. After hesitating for a long time, he nodded awkwardly.
"Yes, that is indeed the meaning."
"Hahahaha, you can just say it directly, I can understand."
Wei Changtian laughed twice, patted the man's shoulder and comforted him: "Don't worry, I have no interest in your princess at all."
"To be honest, even if she cried and shouted to marry me, I wouldn't be interested."
"Uh..."
The man always felt that these words were not quite right, but since the goal had been achieved, he didn't dwell on it any further.
"Since that's the case, then I won't disturb you any further."
"Okay."
"..."
After exchanging a few more polite words, the conversation in the tent ended.
The man walked out of the tent curtain and continued to stand guard, while Li Wutong, who had just trotted all the way back to her tent, was trembling, so angry at the content she had just eavesdropped on that she couldn't control herself.
What a lecherous man!!
Who would fall in love with him?!
What do you mean, "Even if she cried and shouted to marry me, I wouldn't be interested"?!
I, I, I...
Bastard!
