The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

Prince Qin looked down on her, with a little coldness flashing in his evil eyes, “My sister, we have been apart for only two months. What makes you so confounded?”

“Someone set me up!” Qin Yuyan gritted her teeth and then raised her head abruptly and looked at Murong Xue, like she was saying, “I got reinforcement. Are you prepared for the worst of your life?”

Murong Xue didn’t give it a damn, thinking, “What do you have in your sleeves? Just show me!” Here was Qingyan City. What could the prince of Mo Bei do here? Countermeasure for measure!

“If I tell them the recipe of the yogurt was from you. Do you think whether they are gonna kick your ass right now?” Qin Yuyan looked at Murong Xue with only ruthlessness in her eyes: Her injuries, her embarrassment, all because of Murong Xue. She would never spare Murong Xue!

Murong Xue snorted, “Haven’t your pledged that the yogurt is Mo Bei specialty you’ve developed yourself? Why is it mine now? Even if you tell them it’s me, do you think they will buy it? They would only think you are talking nonsense and dodge the column. All you do is try to frame others...”

“You...” Qin Yuyan was so angry that she even lost her tongue: She was only thinking to grab the yogurt making right from Murong Xue. But she never thought the recipe was a false one...

Murong Xue snorted while casting a glance at her, “If I were you, I would go home now and lock myself in my room to reflect on myself. But you! You have created such a big trouble and still stand here. Don’t you feel ashamed of yourself...”

“You!” Qin Yuyan got choked because of extreme anger, and her angry eyes were like flaming.

But Murong Xue just turned a blind eye to it. She raised her head and saw over ten guards from Mo Bei fall from nowhere who all saluted to that young man, “My prince!”

Prince Qin responded and then bent over to hold up Qin Yuyan and put her on the bamboo chair, saying with a cold tone, “Send Princess Yuyan back to Prince Jing Mansion.”

“Yes!” Then those guards uplifted the bamboo chair.

Qin Yuyan gave Murong Xue a dirty look and then moved to the chair reluctantly.

Prince Qin then turned to Ouyang Shaochen and said across the crowd, “Prince Ouyang!”

“Prince Qin!” Ouyang Shaochen responded while looking at him.

“My elder sister is injured. I have to go check on her. We’ll talk the other day.” said Prince Qin in a deep tone.

“Please suit yourself, Prince Qin.” There was kind of unnoticeable indifference and alienation in Ouyang Shaochen’s voice.

“Farewell!” said Prince Qin with a low voice. And the moment he turned around to leave, he caught a glimpse of Murong Xue, with kind of intense evilness and cattiness, which made Murong Xue chill down to the spine subconsciously.

Ouyang Shaochen immediately noticed it and held her cold hands in his tightly, asking with concerns, “Are you OK?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Murong Xue came to herself and smiled gently. Watching Prince Qin disappear in her sight, she wore a meaningful expression, “This prince from Mo Bei is really something!”

Ouyang Shaochen cast a glance at him and said lightly, “His name is Qin Haoyan, son of the empress of Mo Bei, a little eccentric and unreasonable...”

“As the prince of Mo Bei, shouldn’t he stay in the palace and share the burden with the king? What is he doing here?” Asked Murong Xue, confused.

“Of course he is here for his sister.” said Ouyang Shaochen, “Qin Yuyan is the king’s favorite daughter. You killed her personal bodyguard and got her insulted. She should have reported everything to her father and apparently her father sent the reinforcements...”

Murong Xue blinked, asking, “So Qin Haoyan is here to help her deal with me?”

“Exactly.” Ouyang Shaochen nodded, stone-faced, “You should be careful from now on. Qin Haoyan is a bad ass...”

“I know!” Murong Xue nodded. Judging from the way he looked at her, she could tell Qin Haoyan could never be a merciful person. But he was prince of Mo Bei who had no authority here. So he was not so dreadful like Ouyang Shaochen described.

“How is your relationship with him?” asked Murong Xue while looking at Ouyang Shaochen.

“Just a nodding acquaintance!” Ouyang Shaochen said flatly.

“So you hardly know him?!” Murong Xue frowned while turning to Ouyang Shaochen and teasing him, “Qin Haoyan is the prince of Mo Bei, who will be the king. You should grow an intimate friendship with him...”

“I travel through all those countries and only make friends pleasing to my eyes. I would ignore those I don’t like at all!” said Ouyang Shaochen arrogantly while casting a glance at her: Qin Haoyan wasn’t pleasing to his eyes, so he just ignored him!

He was worthy to be the son of Lord Freedom, who even had harsh terms of making friends.

Murong Xue pursed her lips, and then flashed her eyes at the sun above the head, “It’s late. Let’s go back.”

“What?” Ouyang Shaochen got a little surprised, “Shouldn’t we go look for a suitable site for your store?”

“No bothering!” Murong Xue shook her head, “Qin Yuyan has discredited the yogurt thing. Even if I open a yogurt store now, the business wouldn’t be good. I would only raise people’s questioning. I wouldn’t do such a thankless thing. Let’s go back now. If I guess it right, a drama will be on in the Marquis Mansion!”

“What drama?” asked Ouyang Shaochen while raising his brows.

“You will know later.” Murong Xue wore a meaningful smile and then pulled Ouyang Shaochen and ran away.

After entering the Marquis Mansion, Murong Xue and Ouyang Shaochen didn’t go to the Falling Snow Pavilion. Instead, they walked along the bluestone road and came before Qingyan’s yard. Then they climbed onto a big tree and hid themselves.

The big tree directly faced Song Qingyan’s room. With the covering of the thick leaves, no one would notice them, while they could see every detail in Qingyan’s room through the shiny green leaves and the open window.

It was noon, and all the maids and mamas were having a rest in their own rooms. Song Qingyan was alone in her room, wearing a violet Xiang skirt. Her black hair was braided into a delicate flowing cloud chignon. Those glittering jewels made her comely face more delicate. Her face looked a little pale in a quite healthy way...Now she was walking up and down in her own room, looking rattle and hum, thinking,

“Qin Yuyan’s yogurt shop should have been opened now. There should be a long line now. She is gonna make a big fortune...Hehe, that recipe belongs to Murong Xue. She may not even know she has lost it...Should she go to the Falling Snow Pavilion and tell her this “good” news and piss her off...”

While Song Qingyan was still immersed in her joys, bang, the half-closed door got slammed open and then a tall and straight figure strode in...