Chapter - 95 Fighting Contest to Find a Suitor (12) (1/2)
Suddenly, one heard shouts from the West: several tens of soldiers, wicker rods in their hands, shouted and struck the onlookers to open the way for a large red and golden palanquin carried by six musclemen.
”It is the Princess,” exclaimed the servants of the young Prince.
”Which idiot has the insolence to inform my mother?” the latter thundered frowningly. The servants, who did not dare to answer, hastened to approach the palanquin which halted at an emptied spot.
”You've fought again?” a soft female-intonated voice was heard from the inside.
”It has been snowing and you don't have your coat on, you will certainly catch a cold…”
Upon hearing that voice from a distance, Mu Yi seemed to be struck by lightning: ”How is this possible?” he thought dumbfoundedly. ”That voice resembles hers so much! But it's impossible, she is a Jin princess … I believe I've thought too much of my wife and I've become crazy …” Despite everything, he could not stop himself from nearing the palanquin.
He saw a dainty hand with a handkerchief appearing from inside the palanquin and tenderly wiped up the sweat on the face of the young nobleman, who listened to the words pronounced in a low voice, undoubtedly of reproach and admonition …
”But mom,” the Young Prince said, ”I have fun, all is well …”
”Put your coat on quickly,” the Princess said, ”and let us go home …”
”How could two voices be that similar?”, Mu Yi was still astonished. He saw the white hand disappearing behind a silk curtain on which peonies were embroidered in gold wire. He tried to peer in but his glance failed to penetrate the bright curtain.
One of the servants collected the brocade coat of his Master and bawled at Guo Jing:
”Animal! Look, what a state you've put this coat in!” One of the soldiers who came with the Princess raised his wicker rod and violently bashed down on Guo Jing's head. Guo Jing dodged, seized the wrist of his attacker, took the rod away, tripped him up: the man fell on the ground. Guo Jing then whipped him with the rod:
”You dare to strike wrongly and rampantly?” he shouted. The crowd, some of whom had received blows from the rod, applauded with appreciation. The other soldiers shoutingly hastened to the rescue of their companion, but Guo Jing took them by pairs and threw them away.
”You are still bragging?” the young Prince shouted. He leapt to Guo Jing and both exchanged blows again. The Princess shouted to stop, but the son did not seem to fear his mother, on the contrary:
”Look at me, mom,” he exclaimed. ”This bloody peasant is doing wicked things in the capital! If he is not taught a good lesson, he wouldn't respect his old man!”
He wanted to exhibit his best performance, he redoubled his efforts: Guo Jing, not being able to parry his nimble and fast palm, was struck by several blows and stumbled twice.