TRT -Chapter 53 A Wise Person Doesn’t Suffer Immediate Losses

“Mimin… what on earth must I do to make you stay…?”

He panted softly beside my ear, murmuring tenderly. His tightly shut eyes seemed torn by pain and hesitation—yet in the next moment, he decisively scooped me up in his arms and strode straight toward the bed in the sleeping chamber.

The moment he bent down and set me on the bed, I gathered strength in my waist and started rolling like a log, trying to escape toward the inner side of the bed. Unfortunately, before I could roll far enough, White Hair grabbed my ankle and yanked me back!

With one hand, he firmly pinned me down on the bed. With the other, he briskly began stripping off his own clothes. In the blink of an eye, his beautifully sculpted, muscle-lined upper body was fully exposed against the luxurious fur bedding.

Normally, this sight would’ve made my blood boil.

But right now, I had zero mood to appreciate it.

Because I knew that once he finished undressing himself, my clothes would soon meet their tragic end…

Ignoring my awkward position—face buried in the pillow, barely able to breathe—I seized every second to soften and dismantle this completely berserk enemy.

“White Hair, White Hair, listen to me! You said—said you wouldn’t touch me before we got married! You can’t go back on your word!”

“And you promised to stay by my side—yet you’re still determined to leave, aren’t you?”

He growled into my ear, not slowing his movements at all.

“I—I’m not leaving! I’m not! I swear! Wuwu… A wise person doesn’t suffer immediate losses—calm him down first!”

“Really?”

White Hair stopped, flipped me over, and scanned my face with sharp golden eyes.

“Really, really!”

Seeing that my tactic was working, I hurried to press my advantage.

“I won’t leave! Think about it—if I really wanted to go, I had so many chances from the south all the way to the border. Why wait until now?”

That part was true… though even I didn’t know why I hadn’t left.

The truth is always persuasive.

His expression softened noticeably. His grip loosened. I quickly propped myself up.

“Besides, even if I did want to leave, what you just did—forcing yourself on me—would only make me never want to come back! I wasn’t willing! That’s called attempted assault, you know? It’s illegal! So you—”

Suddenly, White Hair leaned forward and kissed me.

His agile tongue gently teased my lips—tender, lingering, full of affection.

I thought he was getting fired up again. Terrified, I pushed him away and leaned back—only to lose my balance and tumble off the bed!

Still kissing me, he followed me down, wrapping me in his arms as we rolled to the floor. He pressed me down and kissed me thoroughly before finally lifting his head and saying softly:

“…Then, Mimin, swear. Swear you’ll never leave me. Not for your whole life.”

I…

My head was spinning from the kiss. A heavy adult man was crushing me. I could barely breathe. My oxygen-starved brain stopped functioning.

Five thousand years of Chinese moral wisdom boiled down to just one sentence:

A wise person doesn’t suffer immediate losses…

“I… swear…”

“Who’s swearing?”

He pecked my lips.

“I… I, Zhao Minmin, swear to heaven…”

“And swear what?”

Another peck.

“I—I, Zhao Minmin, swear to heaven that I’ll never leave White Hair for my whole life! Or may lightning strike me!”

I gathered all my strength and yelled it out.

“Who is White Hair?”

That bastard still wouldn’t let go—another peck! My lips were about to swell!

“Damn it! I, Zhao Minmin, swear to heaven that I’ll never leave… uh… Luan! A-Luan! Or be struck by lightning!”

To hell with it!

Who cares about oaths? I don’t believe in superstition anyway! Worst case, I’ll shamelessly deny it later!

“Mimin…”

He still hadn’t gotten up. Stroking my hair, he said slowly:

“I know oaths don’t bind you much. But for our Wind-Chasing Clan, they’re sacred.

“From now on, in everyone’s eyes, you’re staying willingly. If you break it, you’ll be abandoned by everyone.

“And then, if I use extreme measures to keep you… it’ll be perfectly justified.”

He smiled.

My face turned green.

So I thought he’d lost his mind in passion?

Nope.

He was perfectly clear-headed.

This scheming, cunning, shameless, trap-setting bastard…

He finally got up, satisfied, and carried my stiff body back to the bed.

Bare-chested, sitting cross-legged beside me, he said:

“If you keep your word, I’ll keep mine and wait until we’re married.

“If you run, I’ll catch you and then… what’s it called? Forcing myself on you?”

I shuddered.

Smiling, he patted my head.

“And another rule: if you ever let another man touch you, I’ll catch you and force myself on you too. Deal?”

Looking at his grin, I suddenly felt like the hand on my head was a wolf’s claw.

God… can you pretend you didn’t hear what I just said?

Boom!

Thunder exploded in the sky.

I dared not think anymore.

Somehow, White Hair’s “internal publicity” was extremely effective.

Now everyone in the palace treated me as the king’s woman.

The chief eunuch kept pinching my cheeks and staring at my underdeveloped chest, ordering the kitchen to make “nourishing tonic soups.”

Nana was already measuring me for wedding clothes.

Worse, several bold noble girls kept pestering me about the king’s bedroom skills—was he gentle or fierce?—while pitying me:

“With your little body, won’t you be worn out?”

So depressed, I wanted to scream to the heavens:

I’m still a damn virgin!!

This awkward half-official status finally changed when White Hair began preparing for war against the Jinba Tribe.

“I’m going too!”

I blinked at him eagerly.

“No.”

“Why?! Aren’t women in your tribe allowed to go with the army? They handle logistics!”

“We’re going to war, not sightseeing. It’s dangerous. Even our own camp isn’t safe. I won’t let you go.”

He tossed aside the report and started writing a reply.

“I won’t cause trouble! I’ll stay by your side! Anywhere’s better than this scary palace! The battlefield is nothing compared to those tonic soups!”

“No—.”

He sealed the letter and whistled for Yasha.

“Please~~ Think about it! If I stay here alone, what if Second Master schemes? What if the Fourth Prince sends assassins? You’d have to worry constantly!

“Bring me along and you won’t have to!”

“Ow! Damn Yasha landed on my shoulder again! It hurts! It got fatter!”

“…You do have a point.”

Though he said that, his tone wavered.

He lifted Yasha off me and gently massaged my shoulder.

Maybe it was his natural intimacy.

Maybe it felt too comfortable.

Maybe I’d grown used to being treated like his wife.

Without thinking, I leaned closer, blinked, and said sweetly:

“Besides, I swore I’d never leave you… If we’re apart so long, I might miss you…”

—Wait!!

What am I saying?!

Rumors are poisonous!!

I’ve gone insane!!

His hand froze.

His delighted face zoomed in.

“Was that just now… sincere?”

“It was fake.”

I turned away, blushing.

“Even fake, I like hearing it…”

He tossed Yasha aside, lifted me onto the desk piled with military documents, and kissed me fiercely.

After a long while, panting, he whispered seductively in my ear:

“Because of that sentence, I’ll let you come.

“But~”

His eyes narrowed slyly.

My lips twitched.

Here it comes again.

What dirty condition is he about to propose now?