830: You Might End Up Serving Her

You Might End Up Serving Her

Chu Yi's mouth twitched.1

After all that fuss, all this girl wanted was to make that woman bring her water for her footbath?

He felt like puking blood.

He was almost thirty, and he had yet to enjoy such a privilege. He was not a greedy person – all he wanted was to pick a wife, but just when he had finally settled on this woman, Zhu Yu insisted on stealing her away. It was outrageous.

"Can't you choose another woman to do that for you?"

"Of course not. I only like this one." Zhu Yu was unrelenting.

Zhao Qian walked over with a woman in each of his arms and grinned at the sight of Chu Yi and Zhu Yu at each other's throats. "There's no need to fight, there are still plenty of women for you to choose from. Chu Yi, you're not that young anymore, and you're still arguing with a girl? How immature."

Chu Yi's face clouded over at the sight of him surrounded by women.

"Old Qian, are you sure you can stand both of them?"

Zhao Qian rolled his eyes at him. "What kind of question is that? Why not?"

Chu Yi cast a glance at that specific part on his body before saying, "Unless you can make it grow back out."

Zhao Qian's fair, chubby cheeks trembled in anger, but he held himself back and snorted. "You ignorant fool." With that, he spun around to leave with his new companions. Thinking of something, he threw Chu Yi and Zhu Yu a glance over his shoulder and reminded, "Since neither of you refuses to give in, why don't you just ask the lady who she wants to follow?"

Chu Yi and Zhu Yu's eyes lit up. Why didn't they think of that?

Turning eagerly to the Danjue woman, who had been silent ever since she entered the hall, Zhu Yu pointed at herself and Chu Yi and asked, "Which one of us do you want to follow?"

The Danjue woman looked back and forth between Zhu Yu and Chu Yi, then moved behind Zhu Yu determinedly and answered in broken Chinese, "I want to follow you."

Zhu Yu shot Chu Yi a triumphant look.

Chu Yi felt like puking blood.

What kind of terrible taste did this wild woman possess to choose Zhu Yu over him?

Could she be a lesbian?

Thinking of this, he glanced at Zhu Yu suggestively and muttered to himself, "I can't believe that a pure-looking girl like her has that kind of preference. I've misjudged her." He then ran his hands over the goosebumps on his arms vigorously.

Zhu Yu did not hear what Chu Yi said. Taking the Danjue woman's arm, she started to head out.

Seeing Chu Jiu and Chu Qi standing there stiffly, she urged, "You two should hurry up and choose too."

Chu Qi did not even bother sparing her a glance.

As for Chu Jiu, she stared at her speechlessly.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Zhu Yu was puzzled.

"You want her to serve you, but you might end up serving her," Chu Jiu reminded her.

That woman was a beauty who had been selected as a gift for the Emperor. Would she be willing to become the servant of a maidservant when she was initially supposed to become an imperial concubine?

Zhu Yu found her words reasonable, and her excitement died down immediately. She looked at the tall Danjue woman beside her and asked, "What's your name?"

"Manna," the woman replied.

Zhu Yu nodded. "I see. What kind of work can you do?"

Mana glanced at her shyly and lowered her head.

Zhu Yu was perplexed.

Chu Jiu reminded her again, "You can tell from her hands that she's never done manual labor before. She's not suitable for you."

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