Unaware that My Legitimate Sister is My Husband - Chapter 88
Chapter 88
(32.4)
After her first menstruation, Xi Xian had always been suppressing her cranky mood, but her temper finally could not help but burst all of a sudden, like a shooting star setting a prairie on fire, there was no way to control it.
Even if she was irrationally stirring up trouble and getting angry, she would weakly start to cry first, covering her chest, unable to speak, with eyes so red eyes she seemed like she had suffered a great grievance.
Xi Xian recovered from the dizziness of her brain, and suddenly, she propped up her body, and her white and delicate fingers ripped the paper, with her chest rising and falling constantly.
But her strength was small, and the good quality clear paper was very tough, Xi Xian was only able to tear off two sheets before she had to stop, so angry that her face turned red with shame. Her pair of white soft feet were exposed outside of the quilt, tightly curled up.
While she was tearing the paper, her other hand was scratching the bed, feeling uncomfortable all over her body, crying softly and weakly, extremely pitiful, just like a kitten.
Ziyu, who was watching her on the side, was dumbfounded, she then saw Xi Xian hugging her knees and softly start to cry in sulkiness, her thin body was trembling and she was sobbing without any sound.
After she was done crying and hiccuping, she pointed at two sheets of papers and capriciously said to vent her anger, ”Then, you tell your mistress that my assignment was accidentally torn. I’m not in a good condition, I’m about to die from anger, why bother me all day long ? Bothering me, bothering me! I’m sick of it!” As she said so, she covered her eyes and started to cry again, tears flowed down from her fingers, falling on the brocade quilt.
For a long time, the room was full of coaxing voices, the servants were in chaos, wiping the face of the little ancestor, feeding her candied fruit, coaxing her to drink warm milk, and Xi Xian, who was eating, was still crying and hiccuping.
Zi Yu could only dryly say: “Sixth miss, if you cry while you’re on your period, it’s not good for the eyes, if you end up hurting your eyes because of it, the mistress is really going to get angry.”
Her implication was that the master was very rarely really angry with her, but if she was not careful and hurt her body, she was really going to be burned by him.
Xi Xian dropped the paper on the floor, shrank into the quilt, curled up her body into a ball, and then closed her eyes, pretending to be dead.
(33.1)
Xi Xian was having her period, and didn’t have any energy in all her body, yet there were still people coming to nitpick and criticize her, she was simply too uncomfortable, and suffocated herself in the brocade quilt, closing her eyes to try to sleep. Not long after, she fell asleep, huffing and puffing, with a childish fragrance all over her body.
Chun Cao tucked her into the quilt, put the bed curtains down from the jade hook, before turning back to glance at the confused small group. She shook her head slightly at Ziyu, her face full of helplessness.
Ziyu was aware that the sixth miss was a delicate and capricious young girl, but she had never really experienced how much of a headache Xi Xian was exactly, but now she had seen it.
An ordinary young girl, not matter how angry and unhappy she was, also had to restrain herself at least a little, yet she prefered to wail and cry, her tears were flowing down like a torrent, and she was inconsolable no matter how she was coaxed. Her own strength was small, yet she liked to tear paper in a fuss. Fortunately, the people in front of her were a group of maids, if she actually did that in front of an adult man, it was unknown how her small temper would be burned.
Chun Cao led Ziyu out, while Qiu Feng, with a lantern in her hand went to see Xi Xian, and carefully coaxed her to take off her outer shirt before continuing to sleep, otherwise later she wouldn’t be able to sleep at ease and would start to cry again.
Xi Xian, with her eyes closed, curled up and twisted her arms to cooperate with Qiu Feng, who took off her outer shirt and silk pants, and then sweetly fell asleep, with the loose hair of her temples sticking on the corners of her forehead.
She rested early today, after half a day of throwing a temper, she was so tired that her eyelids were drooping, and the edge of her eyes were extremely sore and sensitive. She clung to the quilt with her mouth slightly open, with her little paws pulling at the edge of the quilt, curling up on herself unconsciously.
She slept until the middle of the night and then woke up.
Xi Xian was a person who slept a lot, but her sleep was never heavy, and she always woke up for a bit before falling back asleep. She rubbed her eyes, her throat was hoarse from crying, so she wanted to call someone to serve her water to drink, but she suddenly saw a silhouette sitting on the stand not far from the bed, pitch-black and shadowy.
Xi Xian’s lips trembled, and she very carefully rolled over, closing her eyes tightly for a moment, curling up her body in a ball, with half of her small face buried into the quilt, pretending as if she had not seen anything.
But she heard that person’s finger knuckles knocking on the wooden desk, saying with a cold voice: “If you’re awake, then get up.”
Translator : Laura
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