113 Wife-to-be (2/2)

At that, Meng Fuyao turned to walk away, no longer wanting to seek trouble. This bunch seemed capable of getting to the temple themselves, and her assistance probably wasn't necessary.

A lady's voice sounded from behind. ”You're not going to help all the way, Sir…?”

”Don't speak nonsense, Ming Ruo.”

”Why should I do that? Am I your aunt?” Meng Fuyao turned back with a halfhearted smile. ”Mother is expecting me for dinner. Excuse me.”

”They'll come back for us! We'll give you gold and silver. Please protect us!” The servant girl rushed up to her and held her sleeve. ”How much do you want? How much?”

These people were getting used to her help, thinking that money could buy them loyalty. Meng Fuyao shook her head and retrieved a stack of bills. Then, she shoved it into the girl's hand. ”I have them too. How much does it cost for you to let go of me?”

”Come back, Ming Ruo,” the lady opened her mouth, her voice containing no anger.

Meng Fuyao smiled and strode off, one to hear the servant girl stomping toward her once more with reddened eyes.

”You are from Wuji. You have to send us to Zhongzhou. She is Princess Lotus from Xuanji Nation, also your prince's wife-to-be.”

'Prince… wife-to-be?'

Meng Fuyao stopped in her track, blinking her eyes. 'Erm… fiancé?'

A ball of tangled mess seemed to have entered her heart, releasing smoke into her internal organs. It was prickly uncomfortable, and even her throat felt choked. Meng Fuyao was neither able to purge it out nor swallow it down, despite desperate attempts to cough and clear it out.

'Wife-to-be…'

'Prince's…'

Meng Fuyao lifted her head somewhat absentmindedly, but her eyes were fully functioning. In fact, she caught sight of a caterpillar resting on the uppermost leaf of a tree that stood 30 meters away. It had a strikingly ugly color. She was almost certain that the jabbing feeling in her chest was caused by the caterpillar drilling its way in.

She stood there, forgetting how to move for a moment. It was as if her limbs weren't where they were supposed to be; as if they did not belong to her. The sky was crashing down on her like a metal pot lid.

Crash-

Tie Cheng's sword dropped to the ground, and he started stuttering, ”She… you…”

”What her and what me?” Meng Fuyao responded, inwardly thankful for his interjection. The metal lid had vanished in the same instant he pulled her out of darkness. Hurriedly pushing the responsibility to him, she yelled, ”Let's talk nicely.”

Tie Cheng threw a knowing glance her way and fell into silence. Redfaced, he rolled his eyes toward the sky and stabbed his own sword into the ground.

Something was squirming in her sleeves, and it was probably Lord Yuan Bao, who was excited to get out. Not wanting a third boob, Meng Fuyao did not let him rest in her chest pocket. As such, whenever he wanted to come out, he would struggle a little. Not in the mood to entertain him, Meng Fuyao buttoned her sleeve up. She wasn't going to be able to translate if he started scolding people.

She turned around to look at the gently smiling princess. 'This is… his wife-to-be? What elegance. How… compatible.'

”Princess Lotus?” Meng Fuyao called out upon calming down. She bowed slightly, adding, ”I have been rude.”

The servant girl turned her nose up in arrogance and snorted. ”I knew that would work,” she commented.

”Ming Ruo!” The princess uttered before returning Meng Fuyao's gesture. ”She is just a young girl, don't mind her.”

Her brows were beautifully arched, and so was her smile. There was a natural magnanimity about her, but she also carried a youthful charm. To Meng Fuyao, she was the epitome of femininity and grace. 'Princess, princess…'

A curl formed on her lips. ”Can't blame her for that, then.”

Princess Lotus was at a loss for words, and the servant girl was fuming by now, and she shot Meng Fuyao a deadly glare.

”Tie Cheng,” Meng Fuyao called for him without looking at anyone. ”Bring them to Zhongzhou to meet the prince, and then come look for me.”

”Me?” Tie Cheng asked, eyes opening wide and finger to his nose. Seeing the certainty in her eyes, he fell into a rage and split the tree before him into two. Taking a seat on the stump, he defied. ”I'm not doing it.”

”I'm ordering, and not pleading,” Meng Fuyao blew up. ”You don't wanna go? No? Then get lost and go home. I'll never use you again.”