Side Character Transmigrations: The Final Boss is No Joke
Side Character Transmigrations: The Final Boss is No Joke - Chapter 333: It’s Not Easy Being

Chapter 333 : It’s Not Easy Being the Head of Household (17)

“Your Majesty! Your Majesty! The Prime Minister is here!”

The cries from outside interrupted the two people entwined atop the dragon bed.

“Your Majesty…” The man beneath the Empress held onto her, as he cried coquettishly.

The Empress was even more aroused by his cries. As the saying went, women became starving tigers when they reached the ages of 30 to 40. As the Empress happened to be in this age range…she couldn’t be bothered about something like the Prime Minister’s appearance right now.

“Make her wait.” The Empress gave an almost unintelligible order, before beginning yet another round of intimacy with the man.

“Prime Minister, you can’t enter— Oof—”

“Quickly! Stop the Prime Minister!”

If the Empress could still carry on with all the noise from outside, she would be a ‘champ’ alright.

The Empress furiously put on her clothes and got off the bed.

Shi Sheng had already dealt with the guards outside and reached the inner chambers.

“Ah!” The moment Shi Sheng entered, shrieks sounded out.

The room was filled with a thick fog of aphrodisiac that irritated Shi Sheng’s eyes the moment she entered.

The shrieks had come from the barely clothed men lying around, who desperately sought hiding places upon her entry.

‘Looks like lustfulness runs in the family.’

“Prime Minister!” The Empress grit her teeth and glared at the intruder. “We(z) are not dead yet! Are you planning to overthrow us(z) by barging into our(z) chambers?!”

‘Overthrow you your head! Do I appear that idle?’

“Where is Ling Yue’s sword?”

“Sword?” The Empress’ expression became rather odd from the unexpected turn of events.

‘She barged into my palace in the middle of the night to ask about a sword?’

The Empress wished to express her disbelief.

“Prime Minister…”

“Where’s the sword?” Shi Sheng interrupted the Empress impatiently.

She felt like every second she remained here was tainting her eyes and letting her waifu down. And that wouldn’t do.

The Empress frowned. Her gaze swept over the sword in Shi Sheng’s hand, before she ordered someone to fetch Ling Yue’s sword.

The person that had been sent tremblingly approached Shi Sheng and presented her the sword.

Shi Sheng checked to make sure it really was Ling Yue’s sword, before she left without giving the Empress a second look.

‘She left just like that? She really left? She really was only here for a sword?’

Only once Shi Sheng’s figure vanished from the palace, did the Empress truly believe that this crook of a Prime Minister really had come for a mere sword.

The Empress wanted to order guards to kill her, but Shi Sheng had clearly proven her strength during the Heaven’s Ritual.

‘Would those useless shits in the palace even be able to kill her? Best to not make her mad and really lose everything.’

……

Shi Sheng promised to bring Ling Yue back to Mt. Wanyuan, and she kept her word. The next day, she had a carriage readied and brought Ling Yue out of the city.

The only other person she brought was Ying Yue.

Shi Sheng and Ling Yue were left staring at each other in the carriage.

A moment later, Shi Sheng took out his sword and handed it over. “Here.”

Ling Yue stared at it for three whole seconds before taking it from her. ‘Is this the reason why she asked about my sword yesterday…?’

“You’re not afraid that I’ll use it against you?” ‘She handed my sword to me…just like that? Is she really not worried at all?’

Shi Sheng had a doting expression on her face. “As long as you’re happy.”

‘You need sufficient combat ability if you want to beat me(bbb) anyways!’

Ling Yue, “…” ‘No way to communicate with her…’

The carriage soon reached Mt. Wanyuan.

Ling Yue wanted to climb the stairs, so Shi Sheng had no choice but to accompany him.

They hadn’t even made it halfway up, before Shi Sheng was panting from the exertion.

Ling Yue showed no hint of fatigue while waiting for her a few steps ahead, his face cold as he watched the woman sitting on the ground without care for her image.

Though god knows how much he felt like collapsing on the inside.

‘I don’t see her this tired when in fights, though? It’s just climbing some stairs, is it that tiring?’

Fighting really wasn’t all that tiring to Shi Sheng. After all, she had a sword that sliced through people like radishes. So, unless she was in a battle of attrition, she wouldn’t really expend much energy at all.

But the incline on this slope was nearly 90 degrees. You know what that looked like?

If she wasn’t careful, she’d easily fall off!

She already felt like she was persevering, having climbed halfway up the mountain, in the body of a civil official that didn’t get regular exercise.

Just as Shi Sheng was doubled over and panting for breath, a shadow blocked the view in front of her and a fair, elegant hand extended into her vision.

She looked up.

Ling Yue avoided her gaze and tried to explain, “At this pace, we won’t be able to reach the top before nightfall.”

“How about you carry me?” Shi Sheng began to take even more liberties.

Ling Yue wanted to take his hand back out of irritation, but Shi Sheng immediately grabbed onto it. “Fine, fine, no need to carry me. I’m okay with just holding hands.”

Ling Yue harrumphed.

Shi Sheng: (||| ¬_¬)

‘Great, just great. There’s the tsundere showing himself…’

With Ling Yue’s help, Shi Sheng got up.

They held hands while making their way up the mountain, with Ling Yue walking slightly ahead of her.

Shi Sheng took the opportunity to interlock her fingers with his.

Ling Yue turned to look at her. His fingers tightened their grip around her hand. But in the end, he continued onwards with a cold face.

Once they were at the temple, Ling Yue attempted to jerk his hand free but was unsuccessful.

“Prime Minister, please let go.” ‘Men and women should keep their distance, you know?’

“I’m afraid you’ll fall, so it’s better for me to hold your hand.” Shi Sheng spoke with a very serious expression.

Ling Yue, “…” ‘Would I fall on my own territory?’

He tried several times to jerk his hand out of her grasp, but failed. Shi Sheng merely maintained her smile, as she watched his attempts.

Ling Yue’s heart suddenly raced as he shifted his gaze away in an almost panicked manner, before striding towards the tower atop the cliff.

He told himself not to think of it, but the sensation in his hand made that a Sisyphean task.

Her hand was very small, and her skin was very smooth, unlike other women whose hands were more often than not rough and broad.

This hand…had touched his most private area. Thinking thus, Ling Yue subconsciously tightened his grip.

“Hss… Lil priest, even if you don’t want to hold my hand, you don’t have to break it!” Shi Sheng took a sharp intake of air.

Ling Yue came to his senses and found that he was gripping too hard. He immediately released her hand to find that it was already red.

“I’m sorry…” He hadn’t meant to hurt her. He had just been at a loss as to how to face her, and lost control of himself.

Shi Sheng shook her hand. ‘Why’s this kid so strong?! Fuckin’ hell, I thought my hand was going to break.’

“Help me blow it.” Shi Sheng raised her hand to Ling Yue’s face and blinked, a pitiful expression on her face, just short of crying.

Ling Yue looked at the hand that was red because of him and fell silent for a moment. He held her hand and gently blew it.

The feeling of his warm breath brushing over her hand was akin to someone tickling her heart with a feather, causing her to simply itch with the desire to jump him there and then.

Still, reason won out in the end. However, that didn’t stop her from shamelessly continuing to seek more benefits. “You need to kiss it, so it doesn’t hurt.”

Ling Yue looked at her.

Shi Sheng did her best to make herself look even more pitiful.

Her long, slightly upturned eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, and those normally placid eyes were currently filled with smiling warmth, inviting him to sink into their depths.

He didn’t know why, but he planted a kiss on her hand.

His lips were a bit cool, so it brought some comfort to the skin that felt hot from the pain.

“Ling Yue.”

His slightly flushed face tilted upwards to look at her. But her own face speedily approached his—and soon, she captured his lips with her own. He could feel her supple body in his arms.

Ling Yue hadn’t expected her to suddenly jump him, so he fell backwards into a bush.

“Ling Yue…” Shi Sheng’s gaze turned cloudy, as her tongue gently traced his lips.

Ling Yue was very stiff at first. As she called his name, he didn’t know why, but he felt very pained. It was to the point where he nearly couldn’t breathe.

Author’s note:

5 chapters a day! I’ve not cheated you lot!!!

Little Fairy: So upset. I need votes to make me feel better.