The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady
The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady - Chapter 209: The Jealous Prince Jing

Translator: Madesmoiselle V.

There came a call for her name in panic before Yuan Fangfei paused. “Really?”, she asked, and turned around casually.

“Of course. Why would I lie to you!” Madam Zhou glared at her. Ji’er’s future always came first. So they had to tolerate this tomboy temporarily!

“My husband must be a hero of indomitable spirit. A coward will never be a match for me!” Yuan Fangfei announced in pride while walking towards them with vigorous strides. Seeing her overwhelming aura, Madam Zhou felt her eyelids twitching heavily, “Where are you going?”

“To the military camp to toughen him up!” Yuan Fangfei said arrogantly while dragging Murong Ji forward with his collars in her hand.

With his feet dangling in the air, Murong Ji was aching all over. Staring at her son’s eyes sparkling with sorrow, Madam Zhou became anxious. As she intended to stop Yuan Fangfei, Murong Jian seized her by the arm. “It’s better for Ji’er to be trained at the military camp…”

“I know, but Yuan Fangfei was savage. Wouldn’t Ji’er be hurt?” Madam Zhou’s eyes were filled with concern.

“Set your mind at rest. As Ji’er’s fiancee, Yuan Fangfei won’t hurt him!” There was a wisp of dark light in Murong Jian’s eyes. Growing up under the protection of his parents, Ji’er had never lived a rough time. It would be better for him to pit his skills against Yuan Fangfei!

“Dear mum and dad, we will go to the military camp at daytime and return to the mansion in the evening. Please tell the servants to prepare dinner for us!” Yuan Fangfei’s rough voice echoed in the wind, making Madam Zhou’s face as black as thunder. She would not only bully Ji’er at daytime, but also trouble them at night.

Yuan Fangfei didn’t go on well with Murong Ji’s family. Though not as tense as a battle, they still disliked each other.

But it was none of Murong Xue’s business. She turned to looked at Ouyang Shaochen. “There is a restaurant ahead. Let’s go there for breakfast!” Murong Xue hardly ate anything yesterday, so no wonder she would feel hungry by now.

“Okay!” Ouyang Shaochen nodded, and turned around slowly.

“Your Excellency!” Xun Feng turned up and whispered to him secretly.

A wisp of cold gleam skimmed across Ouyang Shaochen’s eyes. “I must return to the mansion now, so I’m afraid you’ll have breakfast alone,” he apologized.

“It doesn’t matter. Go ahead.” Murong Xue smiled as she was about to leave. Seizing her by the arm suddenly, Ouyang Shaochen kissed his cherry lips gently as if the dance of a dragonfly.

Feeling his water-like lips touching hers, Murong Xue, with a boom dashing to her ears, stared at Ouyang Shaochen blankly with her eyes wide open. She, with the light fragrance of bamboo haunting her nostrils, was so astonished that it took her such a long time to regain her consciousness.

Sensing her gaze full of confusion, Ouyang Shaochen smiled and said, “I am leaving. Go back to the mansion early after breakfast!”

Upon hearing his melodious voice, Murong Xue, suddenly waking up to the reality, stared at Ouyang Shaochen’s fading shadow with anger burning in her eyes. Wasn’t he born in the Qingyan Kingdom in ancient times? How dare he kiss her goodbye in public? Seemed like he was even more open-minded than herself, a modern girl from the 21st century.

Fortunately, they were standing at a secluded place, and it was a quick kiss. Maybe no one had witnessed them.

Feeling guilty enough, Murong Xue looked around. A man was standing nearby. Clad in a dark purple brocade robe fluttering in the wind, he was boiling with rage, emitting a strongly savage aura.

“What were you doing just now?” His interrogation punched Murong Xue’s heart. “Mind your own business, Prince Jing!” She retorted with her eyebrows knitted tightly.

“Are you in love with Ouyang Shaochen?” Ye Yichen pressed on coldly. A wisp of imperceptible anger flashed across his eyes. He hurried to the capital to meet her, only to find that she was with him.

“Does it make any difference?” Murong Xue raised her eyebrows and looked at him in contempt.

“You can’t fall for Ouyang Shaochen!” Ye Yichen, saying in a low voice, stared at her unprecedentedly with seriousness.

“And why is that?” Murong Xue stared at him coldly.

“Because I like you!” Ye Yichen, with eyes filled with love, answered emphatically.

“Stop pulling my leg!” Murong Xue couldn’t help sneering.

Since Murong Xue came to the Qingyan Kingdom, Ye Yichen had been offending her with a series of evil deed that were still haunting her. How dare he be so full of hot air and say he liked her!

“I am telling the truth…”

Murong Xue interrupted with a wave of her hand. “I don’t care whether it is true. What I can say is that you’re not my type. Now if you’ll excuse me!”

Ye Yichen turned breathtakingly sullen. “You really fell for him, didn’t you?”

He thought that only himself and Ouyang Shaochen were available options for her. Murong Xue couldn’t tolerate such a paranoid anymore.

With a snort in contempt, Murong Xue turned around and stepped forward. “Where are you going?” Ye Yichen’s frosty voice rang behind her.

“Go back to have a rest.” Murong Xue said peacefully. She had no appetite any longer.

“I want to take you to a place!” Ye Yichen said in coldness while approaching her swiftly within a blink. He seized her by the wrist, dragging her forward with vigorous strides.

Murong Xue, with a wisp of disgust in her eyes, slapped Ye Yichen’s hand away. “I am not an acquaintance of Prince Jing. So please don’t make me do anything I’ll regret!”

“Then let’s see what you’re capable of!” Ye Yichen, with a gleam in his eyes, intended to thwack Murong Xue with his palm.

Squinting slightly, Murong Xue unsheathed the soft sword for counterattack. Since Ye Yichen wanted to fight with her unreasonably, she didn’t mind producing a few gashes on his body.

A fierce battle broke out in silence in an instant. Two figures in green and purple, leaping up and down, were entangled in the combat with numerous moves, as well as their sharp swords rubbing against each other’s cheeks.