Counterattack of the Cannon Fodder Chambermaid

Untitled Part 80

Logically speaking, these prostitutes usually preferred Attending General Bull's scholarly and pale type. However, over time Barbarian Yan became more popular than General Bull.

General Bull was frustrated and scolded these women for not having eyes, but Barbarian Yan would always use his catchphrase to leave him choked up.

Compared to Barbarian Yan's thick skin, General Bull's skin was truly thin.

The Jing Prince didn't really understand Barbarian Yan's crude words. His brows were slightly furrowed as he pondered how to ask him about certain things.

After one spends a long time with the Jing Prince, one would be able to notice the moment his normally blank face had a trace of change. Having sensed the Jing Prince's air of "I have a question, I have something I don't understand", Barbarian Yan the expert interpreter smiled mischievously as he drew closer.

"Highness, could you have some questions regarding the affairs between man and woman? Speak up if you do. Old Yan over here will tell you all he knows without holding anything back!" After speaking, he even thumped his chest a couple of times.

The Jing Prince spoke with a rigid face and lowered voice: "Last night she cried."

Barbarian Yan's eyes glowed brightly as his beard trembled in excitement.

"Who?"

"Xiao Hua'er."

"Little madam?"

"En."

The Jing Prince glanced at Barbarian Yan. Seeing his solemn appearance, he was extremely relieved.

The martial training grounds was extremely silent for a bit before Barbarian Yan's voice sounded out again, "Where was she crying?"

The Jing Prince's face was still the same as always, but it seemed to be filled with an air of depression?

"In bed."

Barbarian smacked his lips in excitement and heavily patted the Jing Prince on his shoulder. Luckily the Jing Prince had several years of martial arts training under his belt. He would have fallen apart from this patting if it were several years ago. Even so, the Jing Prince couldn't help but frown.

"Fu–, cough...." Before he finished swearing, Barbarian Yan remembered that the person sitting in front of him wasn't Old Bull. It was the Jing Prince, his master. Turning things around extremely awkwardly, he gave a sinister smile, "Highness is really fierce, being able to make a girl cry in bed. This is talent."

As he spoke, he looked at the Jing Prince with red eyes, his face full of envy hidden behind his facial hair.

Ever since he married his wife, he hadn't been able to go visit those Xiao Jiao Jiaos, Xiao Tian Tians, Xiao Chun Chuns for a sweet and happy time. Forget about making a girl cry in bed. It was already good if the tigress back home didn't make him cry in bed.

He was oppressed and suffering extremely. Otherwise he wouldn't be so wickedly interested in other people's intimate affairs. He wasn't a pervert!

Actually, you definitely are a pervert!

The Jing Prince didn't light up at Barbarian Yan's words. His brows were still furrowed.

"That's not it."

"What's not it?" Barbarian Yan was a little dazed and didn't understand.

"That's not it." The Jing Prince said again.

This time Barbarian Yan understood. He used his rough fingers to stroke his chin. His highness meant that the little madam wasn't crying because he was too vigorous?