The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

Chapter 157: Setup

Translator: Guy Gone Bad

“You got injured because for me. Of course I should take care of you. How would it bother me?” said Murong Xue smilingly. And then she picked up a bowl of rice and squeezed a full spoonful into his mouth...

The fragrant and soft rice immediately suffused his whole month, as much as that he couldn’t even chew it. Ouyang Shaochen frowned and hurriedly tipped her, “This is not the right way to feed...”

“I’m sorry, Prince Ouyang. I am a clumsy person. I can only feed you this way. So just bear with it!” said Murong Xue with a faking smile, and then squeezed another full spoon of rice into his mouth...

His cheeks got all bulged out. Looking at her, Ouyang Shaochen protested mumbled, “But I hadn’t finished the first spoon...”

“I’m only responsible for feeding. Whether you finish it or not is your thing.” said Murong Xue smilingly. And then she squeezed another full spoon of rice into his mouth, wearing kind of teasing smile.

Since Ouyang Shaochen wanted her to feed him, she’d do as he told her. But she’d feed him in her special way and see if he has the guts to ask her to feed him again...

“My prince, Miss Murong, Murong Rou turns a corner. It seems she doesn’t plan to go back to the Marquis Mansion.” Gou Xun reported to them from outside.

Murong Xue was a little surprised, “Really?” She then put down the bowl and chopsticks and finished “abusing” Ouyang Shaochen. She pushed the curtain aside and saw Murong Rou’s carriage turn into a valley, at the end of which was piles of unacquainted houses...

Where is Murong Rou going?

Murong Xue narrowed her eyes, “Follow her.”

“Yes!” answered Gou Fen.

The carriage was moving in the valley neither too fast nor too slow, keeping a safe distance with Murong Rou’s carriage, so they would neither lose her nor alarm her.

After about half an hour, Murong Rou’s carriage stopped before a mansion. She pushed the curtain aside and cast a glance at the plaque above the gate, and the walked in with an unnoticeable smile on her face.

What is this place? What is Murong Rou doing here?

Murong Xue frowned. She hopped off the carriage and walked slowly before the mansion. After looking around to make sure no one was around, she jumped onto the wall and secretly watched what was going on inside.

First she saw a beautiful garden with all kinds of flowers, beside of which was a rockery, with plants interspersed among, looking quite refined.

Before the rockery was an octagonal pavilion, in the middle of which was a big rosewood table with all kinds of snacks, like zongzi, black rice pastries, walnut sweet cakes, and jujube paste cakes.

Song Tianwen, Jing’er and Bai were sitting around the table, enjoying those snacks. They were feeding each other happily, making one really jealous.

So this was the place where Song Tianwen hid his mistress. This place was remote and located in a secret place. No wonder no one had ever found it all these years. But since Murong Rou had already known that Song Tianwen had a mistress and even a bastard, what was she doing here?

While she was still thinking, a familiar female sound was heard, “Tianwen!”

Murong Xue followed the sound and saw Murong Rou walking before the garden gracefully. Her slim body looking weak and feeble, face ghastly pale, and tears in that pair of big and black eyes, making one feel pitiful for her.

Jing’er shivered on hearing her. She then held up Bai and hid behind Song Tianwen.

“Don’t be afraid. I’m here. She won’t hurt you!” Song Tianwen patted Jing’er’s back while comforting her. He then turned to Murong Rou indifferently, “What are you doing here?”

The insidiousness inside Murong Rou before now was totally gone. She then lowered her voice, “I need to talk to you...”

“If it’s about the divorce, save it!” Song Tianwen interrupted her impatiently. She lost her virginity to someone else and even got pregnant. She wasn’t worthy to be the first wife of Wu’an Marquis Mansion. So he would definitely divorce her.

“I’m not here to beg you but talk about my dowries.” said Murong Rou hastily, with all sincerity in her eyes.

So she agreed to get divorced?

Song Tianwen felt much relieved and he looked much loosened up. He then looked at Murong Rou arrogantly, “I plan to split your dowries into halves. One half is left for Qingyan, and the other half is for you to take back to the Marquis Mansion. What do you say?”

If a woman had an affair, according to the laws of Qingyan, she couldn’t take a penny away. Since Song Tianwen allowed her to take away half of the dowries, he already showed the mercy.

“You are wise enough to make this decision. But Qingyan is still young. So I want to take away all the dowries and the shops away. I’m gonna manage it myself. When Qingyan reaches the age and marries someone, I will hand over the shops she deserves to her. What do you think, my lord?” said Murong Rou word by word, with kind of insistence in her eyes.

Song Tianwen raised his brows, sneering in his heart. After Jing’er marries him, she will be the hostess of the mansion. And everything in the mansion would be managed under her management. The dowries Murong Rou left will naturally fall into her hands. Murong Rou insisted she manage the dowries and the shops herself, just in case Jing’er takes her dowries as her own.

Although Jing’er was from a small noble family, she had a broad vision. And the mansion had a lot of incomings from different channels, which could ensure her a rich life. So she would never lay her eyes on Murong Rou’s belongings. Murong Rou just overthought things.

As the marquis, he wouldn’t argue with a petty woman. Besides, that few shops meant nothing to his mansion. Since Murong Rou wanted them back, he’d just make her, “OK!”

“Thank you, my lord!” Murong Rou thanked him, with kind of unnoticeable weird smile.

“You are welcome!” said Song Tianwen randomly, thinking that since this matter was over, he would let her go and keep enjoying their private happy life.

When he was about to let her go, he suddenly felt like his whole body was emptied and fell onto the ground...

“Tianwen!” shouted Jing’er. When she was about to support him, she also felt emptied and fell onto the ground...

Her son Bai in her arms also fell, eyes widely open, brain sober, but just couldn’t move a bit...