Chapter 18 – Causing Trouble The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife The Sly Lady (1/2)

As the clouds parted, the mist gradually subsided, streaks of golden light spilled through the clouds, illuminating Earth.

Dressed in a light blue long skirt, Murong Xue sat under a Hydrangea tree and sipped her tea. As the pink flower petals slowly fell from the tree, her beauty glowed, so captivating it was almost as if she was an immortal.

“Miss Murong, Prince Jing has gone back to the Capital.” Maid Hong Xiu, hurriedly told her while walking over, with a faint panic in her voice.

Murong Xue’s eyes turned cold, and stopped sipping her tea, “When did he go back?”

“Last night between 19:00 and 21:00!” Hong Xiu uttered softly as she kept her eyes low. “The city guards said Prince Jing rode back to the Capital alone, looking normal, and should not be injured.”

Murong Xue’s narrowed her eyes and she pondered. Having fallen from such great heights off a cliff, and swept away by fast rapids, even if an ordinary person did not die, he would be seriously injured and unconscious. Yet, Ye Yichen did not suffer even the slightest injury, his life is really big. He is the epitome of the phrase: Good people do not live long, but the evil ones live for a thousand years.

“Miss Murong, Prince Jing is very highly ranked and powerful, you had schemed him into being ridiculed by the people of the Capital and officials, he certainly will not let this slide so easily!” Hong Xiu said softly, her voice laced with concern.

“I know!” Murong Xue nodded, her eyes turning cold: her words yesterday were so vague, given that the people in the Capital have such wild imagination, they will certainly think that Ye Yichen wanted to force her to be his concubine, and had a fight with the Marquis’ guards, during which he accidentally fell of the cliffs.

However, given Ye Yichen’s arrogance, he definitely will not confess that he was knocked off the cliff by Ouyang Shaochen. Since he had failed to force the marriage, all the gossip and talk will echo in his ears every day. Whenever he thinks of her, Ye Yichen will be reminded of the shame he suffered. He must hate her tremendously, but for the sake of his Household’s reputation, he will never openly try to force the marriage again.

And she pondered on, she realized it was Ye Yichen’s layer of consideration, because the Marquis’ guards are simply just ordinary guards, whereas Prince Jing’s guards are strong veterans, the two are simply not comparable. Her constitution is weak, even if she is supported by her modern skills, she is still a far cry from Ye Yichen who has strong martial arts abilities and deep internal strength.

With absolute power, all people and things are vulnerable. If Prince Jing openly fights against Marquis Household, Marquis’ Household absolutely does not have the power to fight back. But once Ye Yichen has this layer of consideration, then he will not openly display force, but will deal with her secretly, with his underhanded tricks and schemes, she may lose out to Ye Yichen!

Looking at her eyes glowing with confidence, Hong Xiu heaved a sigh of relief, yet she was still worried, “Young Mistress, it is easy to hide against the open attacks but difficult to guard against schemes,we have to be more careful.”

“I know that!” Murong Xue nodded, a small smile forming on her lips: this time, Ye Yichen was able to return safely and unharmed, because when Ouyang Shaochen forced him down the cliff, he had no injuries. Given his powerful martial arts ability, the chances of him surviving the water rapids are higher than the possibility of death!

If he dares to plot against her, she would poke a few holes in his body, so that even if he did not die from serious injuries, he would die from profuse blood loss.

“Sister … sister …” a voice drifted over, Murong Ye excitedly rushed towards Murong Xue, the edge of his dark blue robes fluttered with the wind brought up by his haste. His lips moved a little, yet no words came out!

Murong Xue glanced at him: “Is there something wrong?

“Sister, please let me borrow Beibei for a day!” Murong Ye smiled sweetly as he asked, his handsome and childlike face eager to please.

Murong Xue’s beautiful small face instantly darkened, Beibei was a Tibetan mastiff, good at fighting, the reason why Murong Ye wanted to borrow it went without saying. “Beibei is my pet, it will no longer visit battle grounds and fight with other dogs. You should give up.”

Upon hearing this, Murong Ye neither got angry nor seemed dejected. Instead, he laughed cheekily and said “Then why don’t you give me ten thousand taels, I will go buy another dog.”