Mei Gongqing 168

Chapter 168: A Childish Wang Hong

Chen Rong languidly leaned over and rested her face on his.

She did not offer him comfort, nor could she really, as she felt the warmth of his face and listened to his rueful sigh.

Ah Rong,” Wang Hong called, extending an arm over her waist. His kisses fell upon her face as he said, “I don’t want to let go of you.” His voice sounded both tender and capricious.

Chen Rong lay completely still in his arms. Her heart was filled with sweetness, for she was the first person he looked for after he fell ill, and for he so willfully said he couldn’t let go of her.

He made her feel that he cared, and to her this was more than enough.

While they held each other, Chen Rong felt his forehead once more.

Qilang, you’re not feverish anymore!” Her eyes rounded in pleasure. Worrying that he might not believe her, she stressed: “It’s true! Feel it yourself.”

Wang Hong smiled. “I heard that if there is no fever or chills, then the worst is behind us.”

Chen Rong continuously nodded and replied, “Aye, I also heard that as long as your body temperature doesn’t fluctuate tonight, there will be nothing to fear. If conditions remain stable for the next three days, everything will be all right.”

After a pause, she asked, “Qilang, the sun is about to set and night will be cold. Should we return?”

Wang Hong closed his eyes with a hummed reply.

Having received his answer, Chen Rong lay down beside him, felt his forehead and stared at him.

It was a lovely feeling to perceive the difference in their body temperature and their matching breathing rhythm. “It’s like that night in the mountains outside Nan’yang,” she told him with a laughter.

She sat up and looked at him, openly smiling: “Qilang, I had thought that there would never be another day like that.”

Wang Hong opened his eyes.

He looked at her awhile, then closed his eyes and tiredly said, “Why would you even say that Ah Rong? We can clearly be together, you just don’t want to. So why bother saying something like that?”

He made a pursing expression with his lips, turned away and ignored Chen Rong.

Chen Rong wrapped an arm around his waist.

He threw her arm away.

She tried again.

He threw her arm away.

She laughed and persisted in hugging him while muttering: “You’re like a child when you’re sick, Qilang.”

Wang Hong throated a harrumph, letting her hug him after all.

She nuzzled her face against his back as she smelled the scent that belonged to him and giggled, “You just don’t know how content I am with this very moment right now.”

Although she confessed to be content, her voice was dipping lower and lower.

Catching her sigh, Wang Hong turned around and drew her into his arms. “Ah Rong,” he whispered, stroking her hair, “life is short, why must you be like this? Why do things have to be this way?”

Chen Rong merely shook her head. She laughed and said, “Loosen your arms, you’re suffocating me.”

Ever since their meeting today, her laughter had been ringing bright and clear as though her happiness radiated from within. Each passing second was another lost yet she was laughing so mirthfully.

Wang Hong stared down at her hair and at length closed his eyes.

The two of them embraced each other and continued their broken conversation until the sun began its westward descent.

Wang Hong was no longer running a fever or chills over the next hour, giving Chen Rong the reassurance she sought.

As soon as night fell, she helped him back to the temple.

No sooner had they arrived than Nurse Ping and Ying’gu hurried to them. When they saw Wang Hong walking steadily and gracefully as usual, both stopped in their tracks. Nurse Ping thought to say something before Ying’gu held her back.

They returned to Chen Rong’s bedchamber.


While night deepened, the crimson lantern was surrounded within water steam behind a room divider. Chen Rong had her back turned at the moment, her face slightly glowing.

Darling,” Wang Hong’s raspy voice was heard amid the sloshing sound of water.

What is it?”

I can’t reach my back.”

Chen Rong’s blush deepened. “You’ll be all right without washing your back for one day.”

In the past when we used to make love…” Wang Hong only managed this much by the time Chen Rong snarled: “Stop it! It only happened once, there’s no collective past.”

Wang Hong’s voice took a grievous turn: “That day when we left the Jiankang Prince’s estate, I was suffering so much the entire time… so so much, darling.”

Chen Rong exhaled and, without humor, reminded him: “Stop dawdling, the water is going to turn cold.”

My chest feels itchy,” came Wang Hong’s mumbling.

Chen Rong drew her lips into a line. “Shall I call Ying’gu?”

No,” Wang Hong grumbled, “I only want my darling.”

Y-you’re unwell. You can’t do that.”

Wang Hong appeared to be taken aback. He complained that he was taken wrongly. “You misunderstood me darling. I’m just itchy, that’s all.”

At this point, he threw a hand over his mouth and blithely asked, “Or do you want to do that?”

Stop your nonsense!” cried Chen Rong.

The water is really getting cold,” she reminded him again.

Wang Hong dunk his face in the water and let his voice bubble out: “I want you to treat me as you did that day in the carriage.”

He was of course talking about the time he saved her from the Jiankang Prince’s estate.

Chen Rong was drugged that day.

She restrained herself and went on to say: “I have no memory of what happened.”

Wang Hong looked up from the water, accusingly crying: “Liar.”

His tone of voice made Chen Rong think of his faint ruddy face, his bewitching eyes, and the water droplets on his skin.

Blushing, Chen Rong thought to herself: Why am I being so stubborn? After today there may not be a tomorrow… I should do as he wants.

Having thought so, she stood up.

Seeing Chen Rong’s beautiful figure stand up, Wang Hong softly laughed.

His laughter embarrassed Chen Rong. As she was about to scold him, they heard footsteps outside, as well as Sun Yan’s voice from the distance: “Ah Rong, Ah Rong.”

Sun Yan is here?

Chen Rong darted a glance at Wang Hong. Behind the screen, he lazily leaned back against the tub, saying: “Darling, we can’t see other people at a time like this.”

Chen Rong glared at him with a blush: “Who’s doing anything with you?!”

Despite saying so, she knew herself that it would be too embarrassing to see Sun Yan right now.

By this time his footsteps had arrived outside the room. Chen Rong heard Ying’gu greet him: “Why, it’s the young master of the Sun House. Our priestess has gone to bed.”

Gone to bed?” Sun Yan paused his steps. “Why does she sleep so early when there’s a lantern festival on West Lane tonight?”

Nurse Ping smiled from the side, saying: “I beg your pardon, she has really gone to bed.” Ying’gu added, “When the priestess came back, she was smiling very cheerfully and said that she was exhausted from the day’s excursion.”

After a brief silence, Sun Yan sighed, “Why is she sleeping so early when the moon is this bright? Never mind.” Having said this he turned and left.

Peace was restored outside.

Behind the wall divider came a splashing sound. When she heard it, Chen Rong called, “Nurse, Ying’gu, bring some more hot water.”

They acknowledged her request, having not gone far.

After a while Wang Hong’s sullen voice was heard: “Why aren’t you coming, darling? What are you thinking about?”

Chen Rong was thinking about Sun Yan. She couldn’t help but laugh to hear him. At this time, there was a knock at the door along with Yinggu’s voice: “Hot water is here.”

Leave it.”


Chen Rong opened the door and brought the bucket inside. She had good strength and so carried the water with ease.

After bringing the water to the room divider, she softly said, “Retreat a little.”

The man did as told and retreated to a corner.

Chen Rong lifted the bucket and poured it into the tub, staring ahead at the wall all the while, not daring to look at the naked man.

At this time, a warmth sneaked up to her.

When his damp and warm skin touched her, Chen Rong’s hand trembled, her blush spreading to her neck.

Don’t touch me,” she ordered.

His hand grabbed hold of her arm and pulled her to the tub.

Caught off guard, she couldn’t help falling forward. She tried to grab on for balance and, in doing so, pressed onto a slippery body.

In her panic, she quickly moved her hand but consequently lost her balance and fell into the tub.

As soon as she fell into the water, the man in the tub broke into laughter. He held her by the waist and pulled her into the tub. Chen Rong would’ve put up a fight but for two reasons: she was only coming into contact with slippery bare skin and she was afraid to use force on an ill person.

In the blink of an eye, she was squeezed into the cramp space with him. Splashing water soaked her hair and clothes, which clung to her exquisite curves.

Water dripped down from her forehead, blocking her sight. Her blushing face and the way she tried to keep her eyes open were all very adorable.

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Wang Hong looked at her and suddenly opened his bare arms to wrap around her.

He held her tightly and whispered, “Ah Rong, stay with me.” These words were spoken in seriousness from beginning to end. “Ah Rong,” he shakily pleaded, “let’s sleep in the same bed and die in the same grave.”

There had never been another moment that made Chen Rong perceive his desire and hope more acutely than this.

In his arms, she made a tremble and at last said, “After I become your concubine, I won’t be the only one to share your bed. When I die I would have to ask your family and wife for permission to be buried in the same grave… My lord, I’m not one who can compromise. I won’t bow to another woman in this life.”

These words were just as calm and unyielding as they had been.

Wang Hong slowly let go of her.

He turned away and hoarsely said, “Scrub my back for me.” In a split second his voice suddenly seemed to have belonged to a different person, as if he had retrieved his senses and sobriety.

Chen Rong hummed an acknowledgement, then carefully washed his alternately hard and delicate skin.

As she washed him, she couldn’t help but lower her head and softly place a kiss on his shoulder blade. Her kiss dissolved in the water and left no traces.

Darling, your heart is hardened anyway, why do you bother with this trite action? Did you want to appease me with your kiss?”

Chen Rong wordlessly shook her head from where he could not see her.

Standing up, she went behind the screen and, with her back turned to the man, changed her clothes and said, “The water is getting cold, come out.”

The man stood up this time to the sound of rustling fabric.

He soon turned and walked towards the door.

Chen Rong hurried after him, pulling his sleeves. “It’s windy outside.”

The man pursed his lips, but in the end he did not protest her bringing him back.

Settling him on the bed, Chen Rong took a towel and dried his hair while smilingly saying: “This place is very humble. It doesn’t have ambergris or a jade pillow. I’m not sure if it is to your liking.”

She laughed breezily as if nothing was the matter.

The man paid no attention to her.

Chen Rong again carefully toweled his hair. Looking at the childish man who was altogether different from his usual self, she slowly bent down.

She knelt at his level and then placed her face to his. Looking at their touching faces in the bronze mirror, Chen Rong softly asked, “Qilang, let me have a lock of your hair?”

Her lips were asking for permission but her hand was already picking up a pair of scissors.

Looking at the pretty little woman behind him in the dim mirror, reverently and gently holding a lock of his hair in the palm of her hand, Wang Hong who was pursing his lips closed his eyes.

As he closed his eyes, the fragility, capriciousness and daze in the past day all vanished from his face.

He was back to being his old self.

But Chen Rong didn’t notice this.

Wang Hong moved his lips, his silky voice was heard in the room: “Even when you wash my blood stained clothes to place pillowside, even when you cut my hair to keep with you, you still won’t be my honored concubine?”

His throat undulated and finally let out a heavy sigh. “How can there be such a stubborn woman?”

Chen Rong did not speak. She only lowered her head and focused on drying his long hair, one lock at a time.

After his hair had dried, Wang Hong glanced at the woman in the bronze mirror carefully placing his hair in her sachet and quietly said, “It’s late, let’s go to sleep.”

And then he stood up. His hair cascaded down and his white robe swayed as he unhurriedly moved towards the only bed in the room.

Come sleep, I won’t touch you.”

Not seeing Chen Rong move, he closed his eyes and lightly said, “I don’t have typhoid fever.”

These words caused Chen Rong to whip her head up.

After a while, Wang Hong’s voice drifted to her: “Come, I’ll return home tomorrow. When we meet again, we won’t know what circumstances it’ll be.”

Chen Rong’s heart clenched to hear this. She docilely walked over and lay down by his side. She quietly leaned against him, her face nuzzled against his chest.

She smelled his scent and listened to his heartbeats, lying completely still.

Wang Hong also didn’t make any movement. His eyes were closed, seemingly asleep.

The sands of time trickled slowly.

Her beating heart gradually calmed from its rush.

His continued to be steady and strong.

Chen Rong remained wide awake. She stared at the white fabric above her nose, feeling its warmth and scent…

Eventually, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

When she next woke it was to the twittering of birds. She opened her eyes and felt around next to her.

There was only emptiness.

Surprised, she quickly looked around.

There was no one here.

Yesterday was definitely not a dream. Chen Rong slipped on her clogs to go outside. She opened the door and saw a servant sweeping the leaves in the courtyard. She went to him and asked, “Where’s His Lordship?”

The servant was Wang Hong’s. He accorded Chen Rong ceremony and respectfully answered, “He left early in the morning, ma’am.”


On a carriage. He left several at the temple last time, ma’am.”

Is that so?

Chen Rong hummed a reply and unhurriedly went out.

She walked to the mountain terrace to the left of the temple where, holding on the stone railing, Jiankang seemed utterly deserted in the distance below… She looked around only to fail finding the familiar figure.

Chen Rong turned around.

A black carriage was driving away in the early morning. Its rolling wheels made a dreary sound on the stone pavement.

The driver was a man in his thirties. Strapping warriors formed two rows of riders on either side.

Standing out among these people was a pale and thin scholar in his forties.

He neared the carriage and whispered, “You are wise, my lord. There were indeed five people who showed up yesterday.”

Wang Hong’s mild voice replied from the carriage: “Not only them, but any other movement must be noted.”


The scholar stroked his beard, adding: “The crown prince and Lang’ya Wang Qi have both fallen ill. I wonder how many people are jumping for joy at this news haha.” He smiled at Wang Hong: “Why didn’t you stay sick for a few more days, my lord? I’m sure it’ll lure more people out.”

In the carriage, Wang Hong’s voice took a chilly turn: “There’s no need. If I continue to be sick, I’m afraid those who are close to me will also distance themselves.”

The scholar paused at these words and then nodded. Aye, money brings this world together and breaks it apart. If this dragged on, he feared those who belonged to his master would begin to have a change of heart.

After the scholar said a few more words, he looked into the carriage at his master and suddenly smiled. “Did you get your wish, my lord?” He blinked, sounding sincere yet amused: “When you went to the temple yesterday, I recall that you said you were using the common cold to feign typhoid fever, so that you may aim at more than one birds with your arrow… at the very least her heart will soften. If I may ask, has she felt life and death are unpredictable so that she stopped being stubborn and assented to entering your household?”

His smile was absolutely infuriating.

The guards stifled their laughter but remained staring ahead, afraid to anger their master.

In that moment of silence, the gentleman in the carriage wryly smiled and answered, “Feeling that life and death are unpredictable? Stop being stubborn? She was elated to hear that I had contracted typhoid fever.”

People turned their heads and looked towards the carriage.

To their surprise, Wang Hong’s voice was full of helplessness when he added: “She gladly answered that if she and I could die like that, then it would be our happy ending.”

They paused at first, and then their discreet laughter grew louder and louder.

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25 thoughts on “Mei Gongqing 168

  1. Heyo hamster, thanks for the chapter again! Also good news, I finished Heavy Sweetness and it was sooo good and sooo satisfying. The ending was redemptive and filling. Thanks for encouraging me to continue it last time XD. I really only got back into it after I watched a spoilery MV haha.

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    • Lolol congrats on finishing it. I’m glad you ended up liking it. It was my all around favorite this year. Now I’m watching Eternal Love 2 which is also crack material if for different reasons, and Ever Night which, the fights are highly satisfying but the writing is toeing the line between bullshit and epic, I haven’t decided which yet

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  2. Thanks Hamster for your wonderful translations.

    I’m finding the story harder to read because I dislike WH. I can’t see what CR sees in him, why he makes her happy. 😦

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  3. I feel so bad for both of them; I completely understand her stance on the matter, but he also made a good point when he listed the reasons why his wife needed a strong clan as her backing too. I don’t mind his calculative side because it seems necessary in this strict hierarchical society. I think they should fake their deaths and elope. the only problem with this is if he is ambitious and actually want to be clan leader…

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    • The fact that he said he need a wife with strong backing and believe that being an honorable concubine is good for CR only shows how selfish he is and how he does have that ambition.
      How big is it, it’s remain to be seen.
      He needs to really ponder, whether CR or a clan head status is more important for him. CR never force herself on him anyway, she never blame him for what happened. If he thinks she is not good enough for his status, then he can just move on… And please let her move on too.
      He should be glad already that he doesn’t get any punishment for “raping” her.
      She protected him from RM.
      Sex without consent is a rape, and that was definitely without consent as CR was drugged and he knew it.
      And he still dares claiming to be a gentleman…ridiculous.


      • It actually gets even worse when you consider the cultural context.

        I mean, I’m all in favor of judging things in the context of society – and I don’t like harshly judging characters by standards of modern world. In the context of the story, marriages (especially in noble circles) aren’t how we instinctively understand them. They are mostly transactions and alliances between clans, children (even male) have very limited say in all that. And polygamy is only natural. Being a concubine is a job and being a wife – a managerial position within the household. Feelings mostly complicate things – not hating your spouse is basically good enough. The idea of being the one and only wife is a pretty unreasonable dream – and it would be pretty ok for the male leads to see it that way, because that’s how the world sees it, with MC being the oddball.

        To put it simply: with the cultural norms and general attitude towards women and marriage, it would make a lot of sense for the guy to actually make a deal with her guardians behind her back and have her marry him as his honorable concubine without asking her opinion. It’s awfully condescending (and with CR’s character it would lead to huge problems) but she confessed her love to him and the ideas of never being a concubine and never sharing her husband with any other woman do sound (in that cultural context) like childish tantrums of a girl willing to throw away her future for some delusions of unattainable ideal marriage only found in stories, not reality. Forcing her into a marriage as honored consort of a very high-ranking man she loves can be considered looking out for her both from the husband’s and her guardian’s perspective. Condescending as hell, yes, treating her like a child that isn’t allowed to have a say in her future – but still done with her interests in mind.

        All that would be understandable, excusable with “well, that’s because of the culture” – but all that just doesn’t work when we get to the problem of a certain night. Because then, suddenly, all that cultural context no longer shields the male lead’s actions – it makes them worse. Because the position of an unmarried non-virgin is really precarious. Forget the drugs – even if she was just scared/tired/out of her mind and offered herself out of her own volition. In that culture you just DON’T sleep with a girl that’s not yet married if you care about her at all. Even if you don’t have good reasons to believe that she’s drugged or sick and not quite herself – and in that situation it was pretty clear that she wasn’t acting normally. It’s one thing if he was drugged too, of course, but the author unfortunately went out of their way to inform us that he did sober up long before they passed the point of no return.

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        • Exactly…you pointed the main issue. And there is still one more important one:”her official status was a fiancee of RM”. He had crossed the line of the gentleman code of conduct but also the social norm. What he did was simply a “rape”. Despite her concubine status she was already engaged and known in public as the future main wife of a general and it’s even known that she was agree to that (before CW came in). The fact that RM wanted to kill him is understandable. It was not only hurting somepne’s heart but also reputation. He humiliated CR and RM as her fiancee.
          And afterall…it’s true that culture has their own value, however.. No matter in which culture and era, there are always those people who don’t follow the mainstream…who have their own personal value.
          Even today…
          So I would still think that CR’s dream was actually not impossible to achieve… She might need to compromise with few things and set a lower standard (which she actually did), but it’s possible to be the only wife..with or without affection.
          For example, a princess can complain if the Fuma took in a concubine even though she gave him a son already and she was virtuous enough as a wife, not being haughty princess.
          A wealthy woman can always marry low to be treated better.
          Ah Rong was actually ready doing that, and she is smart enough to scheme her way up to this goal (scheme her family I mean), but now it’s all for naught because of him.
          Because normally not even a poor man would love to get unchaste woman, especially when no affection exist between them.
          With this fact alone, CH doesn’t fit to talk about love and genuine affection.
          That’s being hypocrite of him as an upright scholar.
          When one dares to speak about love, there is something one needs to do to prove it as well. Love means caring and it’s not only the body but more towards the heart.
          And tthat’s exactly where CH failed.
          RM never promissed love, so he was taking CW into his household can still be excused.

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  4. Hello Hamster! Thank you so so much for this new chapter, it is always a great pleasure to be able to read this favorite novel of mine. I might be super biased, but I love this couple, as flawed as they are! And I like how Chen Rong and Wang Hong are trying to get the upper hand without success, as the other partner is really stubborn. I guess at one point they will learn to compromise. Take care and looking fwd for your awesome work!

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  5. I get that WH just has/follows the man-tality of the ancient era where (virtuous) woman would accept the many wives/lovers a single man is ‘rightfully’ due, but for a smart guy I hate that he glosses over the significance CR truly holds of being a dedicated pair. He obviously doesn’t want her to have other lovers and she has shown herself to being such an exceptional person that has been greater than some men …yet WH wants her to bow to being a side piece in a complicated marital home. Granted, he isn’t wrong saying an official wife of the heir generally needs supporter and backers (usually her maiden family) to navigate the mess, ambition and conspiracy of the so-called noble house of Wang … But he also has given up to try to be great enough to protect and support her himself (whether because of the risk, effort, cost, or feasibility) even if it would be difficult.

    Of course, the novel would need to find new plot material if the WHxCR drama was resolved too soon ~(˘▾˘~)

    Still a slight pity that a romance with her alternate-life’s husband failed to launch, but not surprising given the conniving b**ch that interfered and he also had the man-tality towards wives/lovera despite saying he had hoped and believed he found his soul-mate in CR (dude, whatever you feel about CR’s courtship with WH is how you should self-reflect on how she would perceive you as a so-called soulmate after marrying that nasty woman, even as a concubine).

    Thanks so much hammie
    (づ ̄ ³ ̄)づ٩(♡ε♡ )۶


  6. I really wish to hear more about Ran Min. I don’t know why but I like his character. I just can’t bring myself to blame him for not loving her in the past life. Maybe because in the end he still remembered her, and that felt like a good enough ending? Anyways I really with to see more of his interaction with CR more than CR with WH. Both are flawed, but I feel more for RM. I think WH needs a wake up call about CR? Besides, even until now I felt like Im not clear WHY is WH seems important? He is just a heir of a big famous family, that’s all he is.

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  7. Thank you for the lovely translations Hamster! I always look forward to this novel, thanks for keeping up with it even though you have better things to do. Nonetheless, we all appreciate it very much 😘


  8. Wow came.back here after ages. Squeee soo many nrw chapters . . Sigghj WH is gettin on my last nerve. I wish she’d find a new guy or ran min 😍


  9. Thank you for translating this!
    I don’t know what to think. It is just that since they are really passionate, they suffer more. I think CR is strong enough to deal with all the problems of becoming his wife. But it will still be really hard without her clan backing her. I understand both points of views. They are both selfish, but at least CR is self-aware because her other life experience, and knows that she would never able to find peace in a harem. She knows that her sanity is at stake.


  10. LMAO serves him right xD. i think it’s cute how he tries all means to convince her pfft but ah rong is sticking to her decision. the people are so happy to see him suffer (to taste his own medicine xD). I feel sorry for him becoz he can’t help it (unless he let go of his position but ah rong will be labeled fem fatale and be assasinated so yeah, it can’t be help. poor guy) this novel became clearer to me now, i understand both of their circumstances and won’t condemn the ml anymore. ahhh i just hope it’s a happy ending though

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