Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart

Chu Yi snorted. “I don’t need you to remind me. If Master had not chosen me to take over this position, do you think I would want it? When I didn’t have a post, my life was free and easy.” He paused as he thought of something and glanced at Zhao Qian. “I say, Old Qian, are you jealous of me? How about I go ask Master to give you this position?”

Zhao Qian flicked the fly-whisk in his hand and shot him a dirty look. “And let you take over mine?”

“Pah! Even if you sent me ten beautiful women, I wouldn’t give your position a tinker’s damn.” His words made Chu Yi’s hair stand on end.

The title of Head of Palace Affairs may sound grand, but that was a eunuch’s job.

As a robust man, he would be mad to even think of becoming a castrate.

Just then, the shuttlecock landed at his feet. Zhu Yu, who came over to pick it up, happened to hear what he said and immediately stared at him, appalled.

She did not expect the honest and decent-looking Chu Yi to be so vulgar. He actually wanted ten beautiful women all to himself?

The question was, could his kidneys bear it?

She scanned him from head to toe before walking off with the shuttlecock.

Seeing this, Chu Yi felt that he would never be able to clear his name.

He paid Zhao Qian no more attention and ran after her.

“Miss Zhu, I was just joking. Don’t take it seriously.”

Hearing this, Zhu Yu turned around and corrected him, “My last name is not Zhu, don’t misname me.”

Chu Yi thought for a while — it did seem that there was no such surname — and waved a hand. “That’s not the point. The point is, I was joking just now, so please don’t take it the wrong way.”

Zhu Yu gave him a strange look. “Why are you explaining to me? How is it any of my business?” Most importantly, they were not that familiar with each other.

However, Chu Yi thought otherwise. He had finally found a lady who suited his taste, how could he let her misunderstand him? It would be unfavorable for their future relationship development.

Grinning, he said, “Not now, maybe, but in the future.”

Zhu Yu frowned and planted her hands on her hips. “Why would it be any of my business in the future?”

Seeing this, Chu Yi took a few steps closer and whispered in a suggestive tone, “Both of us are still single, so maybe in the future, we…”

Just when Zhu Yu was getting wary, he stopped talking abruptly. She looked up, only to see a sharp sword pressed against his neck.

When Chu Yi came to his senses and realized who was holding the sword, he immediately yelled, “Chu Jiu, what’re you doing?”

Chu Jiu cast him a sidelong glance and pushed Zhu Yu two steps away before saying, “Chu Yi, do you know how old you are? If you want to flirt, you should find someone your age, or else you’re going to face damnation for ruining this young lady’s life.”

Chu Yi’s face darkened in exasperation. “Chu Jiu, you can’t spoil my efforts just because I don’t want you. So what if I’m old? Wait, you’re indirectly criticizing Master too…”

Chu Jiu withdrew the sword from his neck. “I wasn’t insinuating anything about Master, you said it yourself.” With that, she grabbed Zhu Yu and stalked off.

Zhu Yu looked back at Chu Yi and immediately shuddered when she saw him grinning at her. “Has Brother Chu Yi gone mad lusting for women?” He seemed to have gone out of his mind today, and the way he looked at her was somewhat perverted, too. He usually did not give her such an impression.

Chu Jiu said, “Old, single men are always a little cuckoo. Don’t bother yourself about him, but remember to lock your doors and windows when you go to bed at night.”