The Quick Transmigration Goddess is a Sweet Thing

Chapter 18: Miss Handicap (18)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

With that in mind, the question came out naturally. “What are you doing here?”

‘Does he have too much time to spare?’

Su Kui wrinkled her little nose and twisted her eyebrows. She looked adorable as her little face was pink and soft from just waking up.

However, every bit of her dismissive expression did not escape Jun Mo’s eyes. He coughed with his fist in front of his mouth. There was amusement in the tone of his voice as he said, “I heard that you were sick?”

Su Kui rolled her eyes in helpless frustration and thought, ‘He has already found out even though it hasn’t been that long.’

He was obviously letting Su Kui know that he had placed an informer on her side.

Since he had assigned an informer to be around her, there was no way that he would not know her sickness was fake.

‘What a silly man.’

As the saying went, beauty was in the eyes of the beholder. Everything about Su Kui seemed perfect to Jun Mo. Even he himself could not figure out how this ungrateful girl stole his heart despite them just meeting each other twice.

“Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. But, Your Highness, it’s indecent for a man and a woman to meet alone in private, don’t you know? Not to mention, this is the Pavilion of Gathered Elegance, and I, Ah Kui am a preparative concubine! Do you know what position your presence here has put us in, Your Highness?”

If they were discovered by someone like Feng Qingqing, who had been breathing down her neck, Su Kui would be doomed.

The anger that was hidden behind the coldness of her voice interrupted Jun Mo’s contemplation.

“I…” Jun Mo frowned. He was tempted to say that he really did not care about the emperor, but he was afraid that such treacherous words would frighten Su Kui.

After giving it some thought, it seemed that there was no proper way to say it.

Lu Yao was an informer, whom he had placed in the palace, but now, she had been assigned to protect and take care of Su Kui.

One could say that whenever anything happened to Su Kui, his men would immediately report every detail to him.

Of course, he knew that Su Kui had faked her illness, but he still felt a little unsettled. He was worried that she might really be sick on the off-chance.

At this point, her little face turned red. She scrunched up her nose and curled her cherry lips slightly. She thought that she looked intimidating as she glared at him.

When it came to the actual effect….

She really looked like a proud little kitty. Jun Mo held back his laughter and raised his hand to pat her “furry” little head. “Don’t be afraid, I’m here. No one can hurt you.”

He dared to laugh!

Su Kui pawed his hand away. Then, she scuffled to the foot of the bed. Staring at him with her cat-like eyes, she scowled. “I’m not talking about that. I’m a preparative concubine. Don’t tell me you don’t know that! The moment I stepped through the palace gate, I became the property of His Majesty. You… You being here right now could get me killed!”

As she spoke, her tears of resentment hit the brocade quilt drop by drop, dampening it immediately.

It was a great demonstration of covering up one’s misdeeds by shifting the blame to others.

Jun Mo did not know whether he should laugh or cry. Did she think that he would miss the slyness in her eyes? She was shedding tears, but there was no fear in her eyes.

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‘Besides, I’m the prince-regent. Doesn’t she know what my identity means?’

Su Kui lowered her head and tears kept flowing out of her eyes. But the little devil in her mind was jumping hard and yelling, ‘Comfort me! Comfort me! Lend me your shoulders! Tell me that I can rely on you! Come on!’

The little devil was really cheerful. If Jun Mo knew about Su Kui’s thoughts, he probably would not know whether he should laugh or cry.

Su Kui started to wonder with deep resentment what Jun Mo was still waiting for and when he was supposed to console her.

Just then, a big and warm hand lifted her pointy chin, while another hand wiped away her tears tenderly.