Transmigrated as the Villainess, Troubled by the Cuteness!

Chapter 295 - 229: The Real and Fake Wen Ranchen (Part 2)

"Madam?" Wen Ranchen called tentatively.

"Mm, I’m here." Her comfortable and natural attitude made it seem as if this address was routine.

Wen Ranchen was genuinely a bit surprised by this.

Shen Jingxian only assumed Wen Ranchen was being coy. This child usually liked to call her whenever he was a little upset, as if she were some kind of lifesaver, so much so that Shen Xiaojun also started imitating him, frequently coming to bother her, calling for his mother without being able to articulate why.

Shen Jingxian patted Wen Ranchen’s hair soothingly and then spoke about the main issue, "Father and Mother have gone out of the palace for a trip, they don’t know about you fainting. When they return, make sure not to let it slip, there’s no need to worry them unnecessarily."

Wen Ranchen nodded almost imperceptibly.

Seeing Wen Ranchen still hadn’t spoken much, Shen Jingxian thought he was still unwell and suggested he rest some more, saying she would wake him up when it was time for dinner.

Wen Ranchen didn’t move and continued sitting on the bed looking at her. Although he had no expression on his face, living with Wen Ranchen for so many years, how could Shen Jingxian not guess his thoughts?

Wen Ranchen, most of the time, is confident, but in rare moments when he’s uncertain, he acts serious and indifferent like this.

And those uncertain matters usually involve her.

Shen Jingxian sighed and also shuffled her clothes off noisily before getting into bed.

She patted the pillow, "Alright, I’ll keep you company for a rest."

She had pacified him to this extent, so Wen Ranchen should be done with his little mood, right?

Sure enough, Wen Ranchen lay down. After closing his eyes, he felt a pair of hands resting on his waist, but there was no further action, just a calming pat.

With closed eyes, Wen Ranchen felt his sense of touch magnified, which surprised him even more.

This woman, was she treating him like a child?

After a while, the movement on his waist stopped, and the breathing beside him became more even.

She really fell asleep.

Wen Ranchen opened his eyes, sat up, and stared at Shen Jingxian, not knowing what he was thinking.

Since no one called her, Shen Jingxian naturally missed dinner.

Originally, Shen Xiaojun would come to have dinner together, but Shen Jingxian was afraid that Wen Ranchen might frighten her, so she had already told the maids to take her somewhere else to play, and she naturally didn’t come.

Awakened by hunger, Shen Jingxian opened her eyes to find that Wen Ranchen was no longer beside her, and even the quilt was cold.

Shen Jingxian felt a little strange. The former Wen Ranchen would want her to see him first thing when she opened her eyes, but today he wasn’t so persistent.

Shen Jingxian dawdled to the bed’s edge and saw Wen Ranchen reading memorials.

She frowned disapprovingly, "Why are you approving memorials when you’re unwell and not resting properly? If others find out, they’d think I’m bullying you."

She saw that Wen Ranchen was still only in thin undergarments, baring his chest, obviously tormenting his body.

Shen Jingxian sighed, unsure of what madness Wen Ranchen was harboring.

In the past, Wen Ranchen often pretended to be pitiful to act spoiled when sulking, and Shen Jingxian usually knew the cause and would naturally accommodate him, but this time, she was clueless.

Could it be something he encountered outside?

Shen Jingxian thought this was likely, after all, there were many rumors about her everywhere, Wen Ranchen might have heard one and become inexplicably jealous.

Such a hassle.

When unsure, just let it go, Shen Jingxian couldn’t figure it out after thinking for a while, so she decided not to bother with it, thinking that letting Wen Ranchen be for a couple of days would do.

After listening to her, Wen Ranchen looked over at her, somewhat confused, "Are you angry?"

Shen Jingxian’s mouth was her only hard part, "I’m not."

It was obvious she was lying.

By now, Wen Ranchen understood that this world was entirely different from the one he came from. Yunyi not only didn’t fall but unified the world, and the king of this world was a woman he used until death in his own world.

He originally thought Shen Jingxian of this world would be different, but it turned out she wasn’t. To please him, she even let him approve memorials, her anger was only from worrying he’d wear himself out.

Exactly the same.

"Wen Ranchen, comb my hair for me."

Yet somehow different.

The woman’s tone, coquettish with a hint of command, captured Wen Ranchen’s fleeting thought.

He realized what it was, the woman before him was kind to him, but it wasn’t to curry favor, because she wasn’t subservient, she hadn’t bowed her knees.

Wen Ranchen couldn’t possibly bow his knees either.

He said straightforwardly, "I don’t know how."

Unexpectedly, Shen Jingxian didn’t mind and still called him over, "Alright, you don’t know how, then come over here, I’ll help you comb."

The calm response was as if she was just making casual conversation.

Indeed, calm.

This was something Wen Ranchen had longed for his entire life.

During those ten years of falling into darkness, lonely and helpless, he hoped more than anything to be a child from an ordinary family, growing up safely, not burdened with too much responsibility, not needing to study war tactics, nor losing his mother, being framed by a concubine, or ridiculed by a half-brother.

Wen Ranchen knew he had more abilities than most, and he knew he was more handsome than many, something he heard from others.

If he had a choice, he would rather have no abilities, no looks, and no noble background; he just wanted an ordinary, plain, simple life.

This was his wish when he plunged himself.

Inexplicably, Wen Ranchen walked over.

Shen Jingxian reached out to pull him down, signaling him to sit.

Wen Ranchen sat down, feeling a small section of his hair being grabbed, not knowing what was being done to it.

But he didn’t move. From a young age, in his memory, only his mother had ever combed his hair, and later he never had that chance.

Secretly, Shen Jingxian braided Wen Ranchen’s hair. Surprisingly compliant and quiet, she deliberately braided another one.

While braiding, she said, "Don’t teach Jun’er to review memorials every day, she’s only five, in an age of innocence. Let her learn more interesting things. I know she’ll have to take over this country eventually, but as her mother, I hope her days of joy are more numerous."

Wen Ranchen listened silently, suddenly turned back and called out to her, "Madam."

"Mm."

"Madam."

"Mm."

"Madam."

Wen Ranchen seemed to find this new way of addressing her novel, calling her several times, each met with a response, finding it increasingly amusing the more he did it.

Finally, Shen Jingxian got annoyed, quickly finished tying his hair, and patted his head, "It’s done, I’m not going anywhere, let’s eat something. You haven’t eaten a bite since you came back."

Shen Jingxian got up to order food and upon returning, saw Wen Ranchen still wearing just his inner clothes, sighed again.

Big Boy Wen always used the same tricks when sulking, especially this time.

But considering he was an invalid today, she’d reluctantly be more magnanimous.

Shen Jingxian found some clothes in the room, tossed them to Wen Ranchen, "Put them on already, do you want me to dress you?"

Wen Ranchen looked her in the eye, "What if I say yes?"

Shen Jingxian burst into laughter, "Don’t regret it then, you know my dressing skills."

That was the truth, the attire of this era was generally complex, Shen Jingxian usually just needed to extend her hands to get dressed, and men’s clothing was even more complicated.

It required wearing all sorts of things.

But however assisted she was, she bungled putting the clothes on, at best tying the belt clumsily.

Even the well-worn clothes were clumsily arranged.

Yet Shen Jingxian maintained a demeanor of having done her best.

She even tied the belt so it resembled a bow.

Even being badly done.

However, Shen Jingxian wore an expression of having done her best on her face.

Even the neatly worn clothing had been ruffled a bit.

Yet Shen Jingxian maintained a "I did my best" look all along.

She tied it in an unorthodox way.

But Shen Jingxian seemed unfazed, still calling him over, "All right, get over here, let me help you brush your hair."

Such a calm reaction, like just chatting about family matters.

Yes, calm.

This was the unattainable dream that Wen Ranchen longed for all his life.

When he was trapped in darkness, lonely and abandoned for ten years, he longed to be just an ordinary family’s child, growing up peacefully, free from so much responsibility, without having to learn military tactics, and without losing his mother, being framed by concubines or ridiculed by half-brothers.

Wen Ranchen knew he was more capable than most, and more handsome than many, as he’d heard from others.

But if he had a choice, he would rather forgo abilities, looks, and noble birth; all he wanted was an ordinary, peaceful, simple life.

This was his dying wish.

For some inexplicable reason, Wen Ranchen walked over.

Shen Jingxian extended her hand and gently pulled him down, directing him to sit.

Wen Ranchen took a seat, feeling a small tuft of his hair being grabbed, unsure what was being done.

But he didn’t move; from childhood to now, only his mother had ever combed his hair, and there was never another chance for it again.

With stealth, Shen Jingxian braided Wen Ranchen’s hair into a braid, finding him surprisingly well-behaved and strangely quiet, she intentionally braided another strand.

As she braided, she said, "I’ll tell you not to teach Jun’er to review memorials every day, she’s just five, in such an innocent age. I want her to experience more fun. Although I know that she will inherit this country, as a mother, I wish her to have more happy days."

Indeed, it’s that simple.

It was something Wen Ranchen had longed for and never achieved all his life.

In the darkness, abandoned and lonely for ten years, he always wished he was just a child from an ordinary family, growing safely without bearing too much responsibility, learning no military tactics, never losing his mother, nor being framed by a concubine and mocked by half-brothers.

Wen Ranchen knew he had more ability than most, and he knew he was more handsome than many—that’s what others told him.

But if he had a choice, he would rather not have the ability or looks, nor come from a noble family, but just live an ordinary, simple life.

This was his dying wish.

Strangely enough, Wen Ranchen went over as if led by an invisible force.

Shen Jingxian gestured for him to sit down, indicating she was going to help him braid his hair.

She went about braiding in a casual manner, as if merely conversing familiarly.

Yes, this calmness.

It was the impossible dream for Wen Ranchen throughout his life.

In the depths of darkness, those ten years of loneliness and abandonment, how much he had hoped to be a child of an ordinary family, growing up in peace, not burdened with too much responsibility, learning no military tactics, not losing his mother, or being betrayed by his concubine or ridiculed by his half-brother.

Wen Ranchen knew he was more capable and attractive than most, as he had often heard from others before.

But if given the chance, he would trade away ability, looks, and family background, just to live a normal, plain, uneventful life.

This was his dying wish.

Perhaps whimsically, Wen Ranchen walked over.

Shen Jingxian reached out and signaled for him to sit.

Wen Ranchen sat down, feeling a small section of his hair being picked up, unsure what she was doing with it.

But he didn’t move. From a young age until now, he only remembered his mother combing his hair, and never again had a chance.

Shen Jingxian surreptitiously braided a plait in Wen Ranchen’s hair and found him surprisingly well-behaved and bizarrely quiet. She then deliberately made another one.

As she braided, she said, "Don’t make Jun’er review memorials every day, she’s only five, and this is her innocent age, let her experience more fun. I know she will eventually have to take over this country, but as a mother, I hope her happy days can be more numerous."

It’s just that simple.

This had been Wen Ranchen’s unreachable dream for his entire life.

Alone and abandoned for ten years, trapped in darkness, he’d always wished he could be an ordinary child, to grow up peacefully, not shouldering too much responsibility nor needing to learn the art of war, and without losing his mother, being framed by stepmothers, or mocked by half-brothers.

Wen Ranchen knew his capabilities exceeded those of most, and he often heard that he was more handsome than many others.

But given a choice, he’d trade away his skills, looks, and lineage, for a life that was simply ordinary and peaceful.

That was his dying wish.

Oddly enough, Wen Ranchen walked over.

Shen Jingxian reached out her hand and gently pulled him down to sit.

Wen Ranchen sat and felt a small section of his hair being picked up, with no idea what was happening to it.

But he stayed still, for since his childhood, he only remembered his mother doing his hair, and that opportunity never arose again.

Playfully, Shen Jingxian braided a little plait in his hair, noticing his unusual compliance and quietness, and intentionally braided a second one.

All the while she said, "Stop teaching Jun’er to review memorials every day, she’s only five, and this is her age of innocence. Let her explore more interesting things. I know she will take over this country eventually, but as a mother, I hope her days of joy are many."

Yes, simple.

This was the unreachable dream of Wen Ranchen’s life.

In those dark ten years, isolated and abandoned, he desperately wished he could be a child from an ordinary family, growing up peacefully, unburdened by excessive responsibilities, never needing to learn military strategy, never losing his mother, never to be slandered by his concubine or ridiculed by his younger half-brother.

Wen Ranchen knew he was more capable than most, and that he looked better than many; he had heard as much from others.

But if given a choice, he’d choose to be without ability, beauty, or noble birth, just to live a quiet, simple life.

This was his dying wish.

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