The Villainous Classmate is My Lucky Star

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Chapter 6: Fifth Prince’s Carriage

There was a low table in the carriage, covered with red and gold checkered soft silk, and above it were three trays of cakes and a pot of tea.

Wen Yantong lowered her breath, wishing to minimize her presence. She feared waking up the young man sitting in the innermost position.

Although she knew that Cheng Xin's invitation into the carriage was approved by Chi Jingxi, she couldn't figure out Cheng Xin’s intention for doing so. She just felt that this villainous trio did not come with good intentions.

Mu Yang, who looked the least arrogant, scooched over and squeezed her medicine bag.

Wen Yantong quickly grabbed her medicine bag. translate(d) by puretl . com / do not steal / re po/st

"What is this for?" Mu Yang asked curiously.

"Yes... it's the medicine I bought," Wen Yantong replied in a low voice.

"Are you sick?" Cheng Xin asked with raised eyebrows.

Wen Yantong made a clever move and covered her sleeves with a hard cough. "Replying to the Fifth Highness, this commoner has caught a cold these days. It might infect the three young masters, so this commoner should get off."

As she finished speaking, Wen Yantong turned around to leave. One hand had already opened the car curtain as she hurriedly stepped half of her foot out.

"Hang on." Cheng Xin's voice stopped her halfway.

Mu Yang suddenly reached out and pulled her back. He held her shoulders with his hands.

Wen Yantong gritted her teeth and exerted her strength secretly, competing with Mu Yang for less than a second. She was ultimately pressed down, and her butt sunk into the soft cushion.

"We are not weak enough to be infected by your little cold." Cheng Xin poured a cup of hot tea and pushed it in front of Wen Yantong.

The rising mist from the tea made his face look surreal, and when Wen Yantong saw his smile, she couldn't help but shudder.

This fifth prince looked approachable and never put the air of a prince on usually. However, he was a prince raised in the palace since he was a child. His methods for scheming were unfathomable; he wasn’t someone you can mess with.

Seemingly good-natured, but in fact, he was very vengeful.

Wen Yantong hurriedly took Cheng Xin's hot tea. "Thank you, Your Highness, for the tea. Three nobles are strong, so you are immune to all diseases. But this commoner dare not take any risks. This commoner should die if the wind spreads the cold.”

"Oh, why are you so long-winded?" Seeing her like this, Mu Yang suddenly became unhappy. He took away her medicine bag and added, "If you want to stay, just stay. Don’t talk nonsense!"

Wen Yantong was speechless.

She seemed to be meeting Mu Yang for the first time, so why did he look so disappointed?

Cheng Xin smiled and said, "We are all students of the academy. You can just take me as a fellow classmate."

Wen Yantong secretly retorted that even if she had nine lives, she would not dare to take him as a classmate.

Her face, however, did not show this, and she said in a low voice, "Your Highness is joking. We may be classmates in the academy but not when you leave the academy."

Cheng Xin said, "The mouth is rather dexterous."

He saw Yantong was really restrained; never raised her head after entering the carriage. She shrank her neck and showed fear, so he changed the subject immediately.

"How long have you been learning archery?"

Wen Yantong didn't expect Cheng Xin to suddenly ask this question and answered truthfully after being stunned for a moment. "Only learned after coming to the academy…"

"But you didn't pass the summer martial arts exam. How did you hit the bullseye after two months?" Cheng Xin casually asked.

Wen Yantong's heart skipped a beat. You were actually waiting for me!

So Cheng Xin had called her in the carriage because he was curious about this...

Wen Yantong didn't know how to answer, so she had to raise the bar with him and whispered, "It's not one arrow. Weren’t there two empty arrows before?"

Because her voice was too low, Cheng Xin couldn't hear it very clearly. Just as he was about to ask again, he saw Wen Yantong suddenly coughing violently.

Her originally sallow face turned red. Her voice was heart-piercing, as if it was about to fade away at any given moment, so Cheng Xin shut his mouth.

Mu Yang turned pale in shock. "Before there was a seriously ill servant in my residence who coughed like this before he died. He had vomited a huge pool of blood, too."

Wen Yantong wiped her nose. "Young Master Mu is too serious. This commoner won’t die from a cold."

"How many days have you been sick?" Cheng Xin picked up the cup and took a sip. He then lightly tapped the rim with his index finger before placing the cup back on the table.

Wen Yantong immediately understood and knew that Cheng Xin wanted her to drink the hot tea he had poured out.

She was immediately annoyed by her negligence. The Fifth Highness personally poured tea for her, but she actually put it aside.

"About three or four days," She replied casually, then hurriedly picked up the teacup and took a small sip.

There was a faint herbal fragrance in the tea. The warm feeling slipped into her stomach, driving the cold air out of her internal organs.

Cheng Xin squinted his eyes with satisfaction. "Why are you out when you are so ill? I saw you next to the Cuixiang Building. Did you come with those two?"

Wen Yantong felt as if she was now sitting on needles; Cheng Xin actually saw her before! Should she praise him for his good eyesight or his amazing observation?

If she said she came with Haier brothers, wouldn’t that insinuate they were in the same group? Afer the two offended Chi Jingxi, Wen Yantong couldn't be so stupid to admit her relationship with the brothers at this time.

She avoided the important question and answered the previous question, "I'm not getting better from the cold, so I came out and grabbed some medicine."

Her perfect answer was defeated by Cheng Xin's simple statement. "The famous medicine hall in the city is not far from Cuixiang Building. Since you are getting medicine, why do you have to go so far?"

Wen Yantong was stunned but quickly realized that Cheng Xin had come prepared. Since he knew she had been gone for so long, he must have sent someone to follow her.

She could no longer make up nonsense. Otherwise, it will be difficult to help herself. Wen Yantong took out her old trick and coughed again. She coughed out her lungs, making Cheng Xin shut up again.

Quite useful. Wen Yantong secretly rejoiced.

Unexpectedly, her coughing fit woke up the dormant Great Marquis.

Chi Jingxi's handsome brows moved and suddenly raised his eyebrows slightly. When he lifted his eyelids, a pair of beautiful eyes full of impatience were revealed. He was looking straight at Wen Yantong.

Mommy!

Wen Yantong, like a chicken strangled by the neck, swallowed and lowered her head honestly.

Mu Yang couldn't help but say. "I see Brother Xi's eyes are much more effective than those packets of herbs."

You dare still add to the fire?! Stinky fool! Wen Yantong cursed inwardly.

After Chi Jingxi’s awakening, Wen Yantong once again felt she was sitting on pins and needles; she was very uncomfortable.

The little cannon fodder in the original story wanted to frame the heroine due to jealousy. This annoyed Chi Jingxi, so he finally reported her to the authorities for her crime as a woman disguising as a man.

It was because of him that Wen Qin sold all of his belongings, even going bankrupt, to save Wen Yantong from going to prison. However, he still failed to get the little cannon fodder out in the end. Later, the Little Marquis even threw him and the little cannon fodder's mother into the prison altogether.

The ending of the Wen Family was quite simple: death by beheading. The book didn’t spend too much time describing it at all.

Knowing this, Wen Yantong was naturally fearful of Chi Jingxi.

If she irritated him like the little cannon fodder in the original book, even if she didn't frame the heroine, she would still have the same ending.

So no matter what, Wen Yantong wanted to minimize her sense of existence in Chi Jingxi's radius until she completely left the academy.

Now that Chi Jingxi stared at her twice, Wen Yantong sweated from the palms of her hands. She didn't dare to breathe out loud.

There was a moment of suffocating silence in the carriage. Cheng Xin smiled and sipped tea as if watching a good show.

Mu Yang’s expression didn’t change. He stretched out his hand and squeezed Wen Yantong's arm. "You are so thin. Can you really draw the bow?"

Wen Yantong swung her arm vigorously and shook his hand away to express her dislike for him. If it weren't for his identity and Chi Jingxi being here, she would really like to ‘greet’ Mu Yang in a loud voice.

She only wanted to shout one sentence: The hell’s it matter to you?!

Chi Jingxi rested his head on his left hand and placed his right hand beside him. His fingertips tapped on the soft pillow before his eyes turned to Wen Yantong. "I heard that you have a good relationship with the Seventh Highness?"

His voice was full of youthful vigor mixed in with some laziness. translate(d) by puretl . com / do not steal / re po/st

But it fell heavily on Wen Yantong's heart. Cold sweat instantly broke out on her back, and her hands and feet suddenly became cold.

She forgot about this!

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Author’s note:

Wen Yantong: I'm a patient, go easy on me o(╥﹏╥)o