The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

“Who are you?” reproached Song Qingyan. Then she saw two guards come in carrying a bamboo chair on which was seated a woman who was wearing a loose plum purple dress, exquisite chignon, delicate face. It was Qin Yuyan, princess of Mo Bei.

Song Qingyan was surprised on seeing her, “My Princess!” Shouldn’t she be engaged in her yogurt shop now? What was she doing here?”

Qin Yuyan took a hard look at her, “Beat her up!”

“Yes!” The guard grabbed Song Qingyan’s collar and slapped her face hard as ordered.

Pia pia pia! Raindrop dense slaps fell on her face, making her head turn from left side to the right side, from the right side to the left side, on and on...Both her cheeks were burning hot, and she nearly lost her consciousness, with only the smell of blood in her mouth.

Now Song Qingyan got awakened and turned to Qin Yuyan confusedly, “My princess, what did I do wrong? Why did you let him slap me?”

“Because the recipe you gave me is a fake one!” Qin Yuyan snapped at her, with raging fire under her eyes: Because of that fake recipe, she got scoffed at by those nidering civilians, and nearly lost her reputation. All the way here, people were gossiping about her. Now she became a total notorious woman through the whole Qingyan City!

She got blamed and ridiculed by people all because of Song Qingyan. She could never absolve herself from the blame!

What? The recipe was fake?

Song Songqing was surprised. The maid who stole the recipe for her was on her grandmother’s side, who would never cheat her. The only possibility was... “Murong Xue...she gave me the wrong recipe...”

“So what? I took it from your hand!” said Qin Yuyan with her brows raised. Song Qingyan even hadn’t checked whether it was real before handing it to her. So fucking stupid! “Keep beating!”

“Yes!” The guard responded and then threw a hard kick on Song Qing. The sharp pains from the chest made her face turn dreadful pale, with bean sized beads of sweat oozing on her forehead...

But the guard showed no mercy at all and immediately threw another kick. Song Qingyan then rolled on ground three or four meters away and then hit on the corner of the desk hard. The huge pains from her back made her brows knitted intensely. And she was crouching like a shrimp, screaming!

But the guard turned a deaf ear and kept beating her. The dense kicks and punches fell on Song Qingyan’s body, making her screaming, “Help! Help!”

Her miserable screaming startled Murong Jian and Murong Rou who were taking a walk not far away. They looked at each other and immediately ran towards where the screaming sound came from.

On seeing the total mess in Qingyan’s place, Murong Jian thundered, “Stop it!”

Murong Xue ran into the inner chamber, pushed the guard away and took Song Qingyan in her arms. While stroking her badly injured face, she cried with watering eyes, “Qingyan, are you all right...Qingyan my child...”

Looking at her concerning expression, Song Qingyan couldn’t hold it anymore and cried, “Mom, I’m hurt all over...”

Grim-faced, Murong Jian looked at Qin Yuyan coldly, “What are you doing here, Princess Qin?” Breaking into the mansion and beating up Qingyan? Was this something personal or she was just defying the Marquis Mansion?

Qin Yuyan glanced at him and snorted, “Song Qingyan defamed me. I’m here to teach her a lesson. So she would not make the same mistake next time!”

That guard beat her up with all his strength and showed no mercy. She was killing Qingyan!

Murong Jian’s face darkened and he said word by word, “Qingyan is the daughter of Wu An Marquis Mansion. So it should be the elders of the mansion to regulate her. It’s never your turn”

“Then you would let her face the wall and reflect on her misdeed or transcribe the Buddhist sutras? Do you think that’ll let her learn a lesson?” said Qin Yuyan while looking at Murong Jian with her brows raised.

“You!” Murong Jian was left speechless with rage while pointing at Qin Yuyang with a finger of his.

Qin Yuyan just ignored it, “Only bone-deep pains could let her remember the mistake she has ever made and won’t make the same one again...”

Qin Yuyan raised her head and looked at Qin Yuyan who was weeping in Murong Rou’s arms, showing with undisguised contempt in her eyes, “Now that I’ve beaten you up and taught you a lesson, I feel much better now. See you!”

Two guards uplifted the bamboo chair and strode away. Qin Yuyan just went out of their place without turning back.

In a towering rage, Murong Jian hit on the wall, gnashing, “Qin Yuyan has gone too far this time. Qingyan, what did you do to offend her?”

“It’s all because of Prince Jing...” Then Song Qingyan told them the whole story with a sobbing tone, which made Murong Jian extremely angry, “You fell into Murong Xue’s trap. She let the maid steal the recipe on purpose. And when the yogurt shop is opened, it could both ruin Qin Yuyan’s reputation and get you beaten up...A stone with two birds...”

“I know...but...it’s too late...” Song Qingyan felt so sad because she had already been beaten up...

“Murong Xue...that bitch!” Murong Jian gashed, with his face darkened: Murong Xue resembled Lady Shen, but her characters totally followed Murong Yue, crafty and sly...

Now Murong Rou also squinted, “Murong Xue is already so scheming at such a young age. If she grows bigger, all of us together would not be her match.”

“I know! I will figure it out. We can’t let Murong Xue play the bully!” mumbled Murong Jian, with cold light flashing in his eyes.

Standing on a branch, Ouyang Shaochen whispered, “They are going against you!”

Murong Xue said flatly, “They are cracking their brains to deal with me every day. Counter measure for measure. That’s my rules.”

Sometimes she would also dig holes for them to jump in. Like the yogurt trap this time. Qin Yuyan had no informer in the Marquis Mansion, so it could only be someone else who could try to steal the recipe for her...

Everybody knew that Qin Yuyan was petty, of course she would never go easy on the one who stole the recipe for her. So she went to beat up Song Qingyan, saving Murong Xue a lot of effort.

Looking at Murong Xue’s smiling eyes, Ouyang Shaochen was a little confused, “Being on guard against them every day, don’t you feel tired?”

“But they leave me no choice. My parents died when I was young. I can only take care of myself.” sighed Murong Xue.

With something flashing in his eyes, Ouyang Shaochen muttered, “Have you ever thought of finding a good man to take care of everything for you?”