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You Were Born a Nobleman, Chapter Twelve Eighty-Eight Tree Collisions (Additional Update)
A loud crash echoed through the courtyard. Softy shrank her neck and grinned, whispering to Tang Zisu, "Another tree collision. That's the eighty-eighth time this year. Shu Que Wu Pan."
Tang Zisu burst into laughter, finally releasing some of her pent-up frustration.
In the courtyard, the clan leader bowed respectfully to the massive sacred tree, saying, "Brother Sacred Tree, I apologize for the disturbance, please forgive me." He then covered his wise forehead with one hand and looked up, still as anxious as ever.
After sending off the clan leader, Softy quietly put away the cured meat and rice from the table while stealing glances at Tang Zisu.
Tang Zisu fell silent for a moment before standing up in frustration and pacing around the table. Her nostrils flared like a little donkey snorting. Lang Ye dragged his bowl away a bit further, thinking that if he broke this bowl, he wouldn't be able to eat with anything else!
By the time she completed her eighth lap, Tang Zisu stopped and huffed. She began to undress: "I’m done with this! Being a priestess without getting any food? What kind of ridiculous rule is that?"
Lang Ye watched with interest as Tang Zisu removed her outer robe and skirt. Kong Xuan thought, this is not what I wanted to see; she’s undressing for me.
The High Priestess was left wearing only a light blue embroidered bellyband with white lotus designs, revealing large areas of jade-like skin. Softy hurried over to help her get dressed, saying soothingly, "High Priestess, don’t worry! If we can’t drink water, we can have porridge! I’ll make you Petal Porridge right away—it's especially refreshing and ethereal, not of this mundane world. Don’t be upset!"
Lang Ye scoffed; this priestess was clearly more dramatic than anyone else but still needed comforting like a child—how unreasonable!
Hearing Softy’s words reminded Tang Zisu of her own identity as a woman. With red eyes, she asked Softy, "Can I have porridge?"
"Sure, of course. Alright, put on your clothes and wait in the room obediently."
Softy comforted Tang Zisu and then turned to Lang Ye, saying, "Ahei, you stay in the yard and don't provoke High Priestess. Also, next time High Priestess takes off her clothes, you are not allowed to look, understand?"
Tch, as if I want to see! Why don't you take off your clothes for me to see!
Lord Wolf, pick up your dignity. Who said the word 'wolf' shouldn't be preceded by something colorful?
As night fell and silence enveloped the surroundings, Wolf King still lingered in Softy's room, unwilling to leave.
"Ahei, I'm going to sleep now. You can sleep in the nest outside; I've laid fresh straw for you."
What? Not letting me sleep? Making me sleep on straw? Is your heart made of stone, you crybaby?
Wolf King let out a couple of playful grunts, his massive body leaping up and landing squarely on his tail.
Softy was at a loss for words: "Ahei, get down. You're so big and you haven't bathed; hurry up and get down."
Tch, who says I haven't bathed? Eight wolves scrubbed my back; you have no idea how clean I am!
Lang Ye whined softly, curling his enormous body into a ball to show that he took up no space at all, then closed his eyes pretending to sleep.
Softy sighed, "I really can't do anything with you. You're so clingy. Alright, let's go to sleep." With that, Softy blew out the candle with a puff.
The big-eyed creature, frustrated about not being able to eat ice cream, gritted its teeth. "Just you wait, I am Wolf Eye. What can your little tricks do? I can still see you, Little Mimi."
However, Softy didn't give it that chance. Dressed in her White Little Dress, she burrowed into the Blanket and soon began to emit sweet little snores.
Lang Ye, filled with resentment, gritted his teeth and then opened the door to step outside, quickly disappearing into the night breeze.
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