Chapter 153: You Can't Hide the Look of Liking Someone

Speaking of which, it's kind of funny—Gao Yang, a proper princess, would one day think about gaining status through her son.

But there's nothing she can do—Li Lizhi's pressure on her is simply too great.

Her temperament isn't as good as others', her looks aren't as good, her reputation isn't as good, and even her impression on Chen Yan might not be as good.

The only thing she might be able to compare on is her figure.

So she had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure.

After bathing, dressed with Xiang Lan's service, Gao Yang sat bored on a stool, watching Xiang Lan clean the room and tidy the bed.

It's not that she doesn't want to go out for a walk; it's just that her body won't allow it.

Last night she overexerted herself too much, and her legs are still weak now.

"Thump thump thump!"

Just as she sat on the stool in a daze, thinking about how to quickly get a child from Chen Yan, a sudden knocking sounded at the door.

Xiang Lan walked over, puzzled, not knowing who was coming to see the Princess at this time.

She opened the door and found Qing'er standing outside holding a food container.

"Xiang Lan sis, this is breakfast that my young master specially ordered Aunt Zhang to prepare, and I'm bringing it to Your Highness."

"Come in."

Before Xiang Lan could speak, Gao Yang's voice came from behind her.

Qing'er didn't dare delay, entered and respectfully said, "Servant Qing'er greets Your Highness the Princess."

"Mm, put it down, you may go."

Gao Yang remembered this maid named Qing'er—when she and Chen Yan first fought, Qing'er had also clashed with Xiang Lan.

As for Qing'er, Gao Yang actually doesn't like her much.

After all, this maid scratched Xiang Lan, and she herself was whipped by the other side's master with a horsewhip, causing both master and servant to lose face.

But she has now married into the family, so it's not appropriate to bring up past matters.

"Yes, Your Highness the Princess." Qing'er replied and slowly retreated.

Xiang Lan walked over, opened the food container for Gao Yang, and took out the breakfast.

Suddenly, she seemed to have discovered something, froze for a moment, and hesitated: "Your Highness the Princess, this..."

"What's wrong?" Gao Yang asked, hearing her and looking over.

She saw Xiang Lan holding a plate of dumplings—normal enough—but underneath the plate was pressed a slip of paper.

On it was written a tiny sentence.

"I guess you've had enough of my meat; try some other meat."

Gao Yang blinked slightly, recalling the countless bite marks she'd left on Chen Yan last night, and her pretty face darkened.

"Chen Yan!!"

"......"

"Older brother, is this what getting married means?"

"Has Elder Sister Gao Yang already married you?"

"Older brother, I've been fully fed since yesterday, I'm completely stuffed."

"Right, older brother, what about Elder Sister Gao Yang?"

Morning sunlight poured down; Chen Yan, having nicely bathed and changed clothes, lay reclining in a chair feigning sleep, while Xiao Sizi chattered away beside him, asking this and that.

Chen Yan didn't even open his eyes, lazily replying, "Mm, yes, this is getting married—your older sister counts as married to your older brother, so from now on she'll be your older brother's wife."

"Your older sister should still be resting now; Xiao Sizi, don't disturb her."

"Oh~" Xiao Sizi nodded thoughtfully.

"Older brother, you're really pitiful."

"Huh?" Chen Yan opened his eyes with a puzzled look, hugged the little one in his arms, and asked curiously, "Why do you say that?"

"Because older sister is lazy," Xiao Sizi said with a stern little face, "When Mom used to educate Sister Lizi, I heard Mom say that Sister Lizi would marry someone someday."

"After marrying, one can't be lazy; at home one must honor parents-in-law and help with chores—that's what makes a good wife."

"But Sizi is awake, already full, yet older sister is still resting—she even wants older brother to have Qing'er bring her meals."

"Older brother married a big lazybones—no wonder he's pitiful."

Chen Yan: "......"

"Sizi, your older sister might not be that lazy."

He didn't want to say too much to a child, so he gently explained, "Your older sister was tired yesterday, so she needs to rest."

"She won't be like that in the future."

"Older brother, you don't need to explain for older sister." Xiao Sizi patted Chen Yan's shoulder, her little expression solemn, "If older sister misbehaves, you can discipline her."

"I won't tell Mom."

Chen Yan: "......"

"Good, very good."

"You really are a good younger sister to your older sister."

"Once Gao Yang finds out, she'll surely be pleased, right?"

"All right, you little rascal, aren't you afraid I'll tell your older sister?" Chen Yan pinched her nose and laughed.

Xiao Sizi giggled, "No way! Older brother likes me best, so he definitely won't tell older sister."

"Who likes you, you little troublemaker?"

Chen Yan hummed, "What I like is your older sister."

"Oh? Which older sister of hers?" Just then, a voice suddenly sounded from behind Chen Yan.

No need to look back; I already know who's coming.

Xiao Sizi, seeing the newcomer, feeling guilty, swiftly crawled down from Chen Yan and clack‑clack rushed over.

"Big sister, big sister, could you give my big brother back to me? I still want big brother to like me."

Gao Yang leaned down, tapped her forehead, and asked, "Do you think big sister didn't hear what you just said?"

"Who do you want him to punish?"

Xiao Sizi fell silent at once, showing a pitiful expression, pleading for forgiveness.

Gao Yang found it amusing, paid no mind to the child's words, rubbed her little head, then glanced at Chen Yan.

"Sizi, you have so many big sisters; which one does your big brother like?"

Chen Yan kept his eyes closed, feigning sleep, completely ignoring whatever Gao Yang said.

Xiao Sizi's eyes rolled, and she gave a sweet smile: "Big brother is big sister's husband, so he must like big sister."

"Is that so?" Gao Yang, pleased with Sizi's answer, elongated her voice: "Xiao Sizi is right."

"I hope, indeed, that some people's hearts are like that, too."

Now Chen Yan had to answer; without turning his head he said, "Zhao Tang, do you know?"

"The look of affection can't be hidden; if you want to know whether I like you, you can see for yourself—no need to ask Sizi."

Gao Yang looked at him with some surprise; this was the first time Chen Yan had called her by name.

But it was still far more intimate than calling her Gao Yang.

She felt very comfortable listening.

"Fine, then I'll have to see." Gao Yang had always been daring; even before they were married she wanted to turn the relationship into something real, and now that they were married, both the title and the reality of husband and wife were in place.

Just looking into the eyes—what's the big deal?

Gao Yang walked to Chen Yan's front and stared at him, who was lying on the chair.

But no matter how she looked, his eyes held only calm.

She, irritated, said, "So, you like another big sister of Sizi?"

"No, no, no." Chen Yan shook his head, smiling, "The look of affection truly can't be hidden, so I choose to like two."

Gao Yang: "......"

"......"