Chapter 11 – Paying respects to the dead on the day of marriage The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife The Sly Lady (2/2)

These three days, she had been staying in the treasury store in the main courtyard auditing her mother’s dowry. She had only finished doing so at 9pm last night. Including the three and a half trunks of jewelries, there was not an item missing; she can finally rest and breathe some fresh air.

Opening the door, she saw Murong Ye standing outside pacing back and forth, his handsome face with a slightly immature air was filled with worry. “Brother, what happened?”

Murong Ye halted and looked at her confusion before he signed heavily, “Today is the day Ye Yichen is preparing to take you as his concubine. How are you not anxious?”

“I am not going to enter Prince Jing’s Household as concubine, what is there to be anxious about? Can he force me to get married?” Murong Xue was not flustered and walked past Murong Ye leisurely.

Murong Ye followed behind her closely. His eyes like black jade flashed an with uncommon severity, “Ye Yichen has achieved a lot and he holds the reins of the army. Even the Emperor’s princes give way to him. He could really force the marriage.”

Murong Xue tutted lightly, “Even if he dares to force me to marry, we have to give it a chance before he can succeed. If we are not in the Marquis’ Mansion, even if he carries the marriage sedan chair, he will have to return empty-handed.”

Murong Ye was stunned and he stared closely at Murong Xue. She was wearing a dress that was plain white. Her black hair was only tied up loosely using a white jade pin. She wasn’t wearing earrings or jade bangles. The light breeze picked up the hems of her dress making her look like a fairy who was going to ride the wind. “Sister, why are you dressed like that?”

Murong Xue laughed lightly, “I am going to the ancestral cemetery to pray to our parents and grandfather. Of course I have to wear simply.”

“Ah!” Murong Ye only then realized that Hong Xiu and Anxiang were each holding a basket filled with paper taels, joss sticks and other items needed for prayers.

“Do you want to come along?” Murong Xue softly asked.

“Yes, yes!” Murong Ye nodded his head heavily. Ye Yichen is a powerful man. He has also sent out invitations to everyone, inviting all court officials and their family to attend his concubinage feast. Even if he cannot marry his sister, he definitely will not give up easily!

He is young and without much talent, and wouldn’t be able to oppose Ye Yichen. But before nightfall, he will stay by his sister’s side and protect her.

Murong family’s ancestral cemetery was located in the countryside and off the main road. After Murong Xue and Murong Ye got off the carriage along the side of the main road, they walked to the ancestral cemetery.

Lighting the joss sticks and putting it in front of the combined tomb of Murong Yue and his wife, Murong Xue started to burn the paper money. In life they were together, in death they lay together; this couple is really loving. She can only hope that in their next life they will lead a good one, in peace and happiness for their whole life.

Murong Ye took the other basket to the Old Marquis’ tombstone and set up the joss sticks and prayer offerings. In the past, he would only come here to give offerings during festivals or the new year. This was really the first time he had come here without any purpose other than just to provide offerings and burn paper money…

“Ping ping ping ping!” Faint fighting sounds travelled into their ears and interrupted Murong Ye’s thoughts. He frowned, puzzled, and looked towards the source, “What happened?”

To protect his sister, he had brought twenty over guards when they left the Mansion and had asked them to guard the surrounding area. It was peaceful and quiet just a moment ago. Why did fighting suddenly start? The countryside of the Capital always has officers patrolling. He has never heard of any bandits or robbers.

“Nothing!” Following the cold answer, a young man strode out of the woods. He was wearing formal red wedding clothes; his posture tall like an oak tree, handsome face cool like ice, sharp eyes bright like the stars. It was Prince Jing – Ye Yichen!

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