Chapter 29: Gathering Storm

  "Marry Nan Qing Wang?" Xiao Ya was shocked. How could Miss possibly marry Nan Qing Wang again, and as a concubine?!

  Nan Qing Wang is a devil who lures souls to hell! Any woman who follows him will never see the light of day again! Who would have thought that Nan Qing Wang has set his sights on Miss?! Nan Qing Wang holds high power and authority, even the Emperor has to give in to him, let alone the Prince of Huai Nan, who has to lower his head in front of Nan Qing Wang.

  It's just that, although Nan Qing Wang holds a high position and has great power, he has countless wives and concubines by his side, and there are many young girls in the mansion who are being kept as songstresses. If someone accidentally offends him, those women's fates will be miserable, they will suffer a fate worse than death! Miss is after all the eldest miss of the Prime Minister's residence, even if she was divorced, she shouldn't have been married to Nan Qing Wang, could it be... that the Prime Minister wanted to curry favor with Nan Qing Wang, so he married Miss off to him?!

  Xiao Ya looked pale and turned to Murong Yi.

  Murong Yi's eyes suddenly turned cold as ice in the depths of winter, and in just an instant, she guessed that this matter was related to Murong Chen! No wonder he had been so quiet for the past two days, it turned out he had already made up his mind! Wanting to use her, Murong Chen's idea wasn't bad after all!

  Gong Ling saw Murong Yi's silence and coldly laughed: "How can you admit it? I didn't expect you to be like this. You were just abandoned by me, yet you're in a hurry to marry the King of Nanqing. No wonder, only the King of Nanqing would marry a discarded woman. How could anyone else possibly look at you twice?" For some reason, Gong Ling now hoped that Murong Yi would kneel down and beg him, or try to please him as she usually did. If so, he might still be willing to let her return to the Huainan Wangfu.

  "The King of Huainan is indeed a worry." Murong Yi said with a calm tone, her eyes lowered. In her mind, everything about the King of Nanching gradually emerged - a 30-year-old man with a delicate face, surrounded by countless women, indulging in lust and pleasure, fond of collecting women of different styles. However, his nature was cruel, and any woman who failed to serve him well would be tortured the next day.

  What specific torture? All sorts of rumors exist. Having hands and feet chopped off, having eyes dug out, having tongues cut off, being tattooed, being flayed, being given to subordinates for pleasure, being sold to brothels.

  Although he is a man who makes people tremble with fear at the mere mention of his name, in the imperial court, he holds great power and no one dares to offend him. What a Mo Rong Chen!

  "What's wrong?" Gong Ling was taken aback, what did Murong Yi mean by this?

  "Is the King of Huainan here to see me just for this matter? In that case, I will personally escort the King of Huainan. Xiaoya, escort the King of Huainan." Murong Yi said in a low voice. At this moment, thoughts of overturning the Jiang River flashed through her mind, and she couldn't deny it - she was now faced with an insoluble problem! She didn't have the energy to bother with Gongying.

  The palace eunuch was extremely angry, but seeing Murong Yi's calm and collected demeanor, the scene he had imagined did not unfold. He coldly said: "In a few days, the king will welcome Chen Yao as his concubine." After speaking, he carefully observed Murong Yi's expression, but didn't see any surprise, so his gaze deepened.

  Xiao Ya stepped forward and said: "Your Highness, please."

  Gong Ling let out a cold hum, already having a plan in mind. Mu Rong Yi was now just pretending to be willing to let him go, but he would definitely come seeking him another day! Thinking of this, he didn't say anything more and left.

  A moment later, Xiaoya came back.

  "Miss, what to do now! This matter must have been agreed upon by the master. Nanqing Wang has set his sights on you now, Miss, and it's unlikely that you can escape! What to do now? Why not request King Wang to let Miss return to Huainan Wangfu?" Xiaoya said anxiously.

  Compared to Xiaoya's panic, Murong Yi was exceptionally calm, even to the point of being carefree and composed, without a hint of anxiety.

  "Little Ya sister, who is Nan Qing Wang? Is he very scary?" Tian Er raised his cute little face and asked innocently. Although he was young and obedient, there were still many things he didn't understand, but he could feel that Little Ya sister was very afraid, even Mother's expression was very solemn.

  Xiaoya glanced at Murong Yi quickly, forced a smile and said to Tian'er: "Don't be afraid, not even a little bit. Young master doesn't have to worry or be scared. I'll take young master back to his room to rest, okay?"

  Tian'er nodded and followed Xiaoya to the door, then turned back to look at Murong Yi with a innocent smile on his face, saying in a soft voice: "Mother, Tian'er will be good to you for the rest of my life!"

  Upon hearing this, a warm current surged through Murong Yi's heart. She nodded and softly laughed: "Well-behaved Tian'er."

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  Lin'an Temple

  "Murong Chen has already accepted the betrothal gift from the King of Nanqing? I didn't think Murong Chen could keep his position as Prime Minister, and yet he's willing to push his own daughter into the fire pit." He Lan Ting lazily fiddled with the emerald ring on her thumb, a sly smile playing on her lips as she spoke in a light tone.

  Lü Muzhe nodded, "Since King Nanqing has taken a liking to Eldest Miss Murong, then Eldest Miss Murong will absolutely not be able to escape."

  Harlan was silent.

  "Master, there is news. The thing is in the hands of King Nanqing." Lü Muzhe's cold eyes flashed with a hint of darkness, for that thing, Master had been racking his brains for two years, and now it was within sight. Suddenly thinking of Chu Ming who came with the same purpose, Lü Muzhe said: "Tomorrow, Master will go to see King Chuhua of the Underworld."

  He Lan Ting's eyes were deep and profound, all emotions hidden beneath the surface. All people could see was the enchanting smile at the corner of his mouth and his peerless, captivating face, but no one could see through to what lay hidden within those eyes, perhaps just indifference?

  "Hmm, you'd better get ready. There's one more thing for you to do. Murong Yin intended to seduce me and tried to humiliate my declaration, but Murong Chen didn't explain himself about this matter. I will definitely investigate this." Helan Ting ordered.

  Upon hearing this, Lü Muzhe was slightly surprised. "Is the master doing this for Miss Murong? Does the master want to stop Miss Murong from marrying the King of Nanqing?" Based on his understanding of the master, he would never change his decision or waste extra time because of a woman. Of course, among all women, there is only one person who can make the master go to great lengths. But it's definitely not Murong Yi.

  "No. This king will not stop." Helan Ting's eyes revealed a cold light, and his voice was even more revealing of his indifference.

  Digression

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