There was no trace of the expected innocent sweetness on her face. Instead, she bit her lip hard and spoke with a sneer,
“You bloomer, you really have no shame.”
After speaking, her gaze swept dismissively over Mu Qingyao.
What kind of clothes was this woman wearing? Shameless, with her shoulders and legs exposed.
Even though they were beautiful, even a woman like herself felt a blush creep up her neck.
But this woman was truly shameless, dressing like this, what was she trying to do? Seduce men? She would absolutely not let such a woman marry her imperial brother, because she was not worthy.
Murong Xingzhu thought resentfully.
Mu Qingyao's expression darkened. Her slender white hand quickly pinched Murong Xingzhu's chin, and she looked down at her coldly, "To be so sharp-tongued at such a young age. If I were to cut off your tongue, I wonder if you could still utter such venomous words."
As a princess of the Crescent Moon Kingdom, Murong Xingzhu had never suffered such humiliation in her life. Her face instantly fell, and she forcefully shook her head, shouting angrily.
“How dare you! You actually want to cut off my tongue! I will definitely make my imperial brother cut off yours.”
Mu Qingyao snorted upon hearing her words. She did not release her hand, but instead tightened her grip. This ignorant girl was so arrogant, truly a spoiled child who would one day suffer the consequences.
Sighing inwardly, she tilted her head at the girl, her heart aching. It seemed she was a princess, otherwise, she wouldn't have dared to sneak into the Prime Minister's residence to kill someone so brazenly.
“The one who can cut off my tongue hasn't been born yet. Also, if I were to kill you right now and dump your body in the wilderness, who would be there to prove that I killed you?”
A gust of wind blew past, making the lantern light flicker and cast shifting shadows on Mu Qingyao's sinisterly smiling face.
Murong Xingzhu now felt a hint of belated fear. Was this woman a bloomer? She didn't look like one at all, and she was so fierce. Upon hearing she was a princess, she wasn't scared at all, and even spoke of killing her. Would she really kill her?
Murong Xingzhu's face turned pale, her palms icy cold. The pain in her chin reminded her that the woman before her was not to be trifled with. If she angered her, she might very well kill her.
The moment she realized this, Murong Xingzhu suddenly burst into tears.
“You bully me! I’m going to tell my imperial brother that you bully me.”
Mu Qingyao hadn't expected the girl who had been so aggressive moments ago to suddenly cry so miserably. If anyone saw this, they would surely think she was bullying her.
Who would have thought that the person who sneaked into someone else's residence to kill someone in the middle of the night would be crying their heart out?
“Alright, go back.”
Mu Qingyao frowned, coldly withdrawing her hand.
Princess Murong Xingzhu abruptly stopped crying and looked at the woman opposite her in disbelief.
In the dark night, her watery pupils were clear and transparent, her skin was delicate and fair, her nose was delicate and her lips were rosy. She wore strange clothes, yet they didn't look unsightly at all. On the contrary, they were incredibly fetching.
A faint aura of detachment enveloped her, like a secluded orchid in a deep valley, its subtle fragrance wafting towards her. She found herself not disliking her so much anymore and even began to reflect, had she been too much? xxs壹贰
“I, I.”
Murong Xingzhu stammered a few times, wanting to apologize, but then she thought that it seemed rather embarrassing for a princess to apologize to someone. She was momentarily tongue-tied.
“Princess, please leave.”
Mu Qingyao didn’t want to deal with this inexplicable girl any longer.
Clearly, that man in the palace had spoiled her, letting her do whatever she pleased. Such a personality would surely lead to trouble one day. Could the Emperor protect her forever?
The night had grown deep. Mu Qingyao, her face expressionless, walked past Murong Xingzhu and headed towards the other end of the corridor.
Behind her, Murong Xingzhu stood dumbfounded, unable to speak for a long time. This woman was truly arrogant.
Although she was a princess, compared to this woman, she was like a small witch compared to a great sorceress. Her arrogance emanated from her very bones; she paid no heed to anyone.
Murong Xingzhu's eyes, initially filled with defiance, slowly transformed into a layer of enchantment, then shone brightly like stars in the sky. She then followed Mu Qingyao towards the bedroom.
The bead curtain was lifted, the wind gently swayed, and the candlelight in the bedroom flickered a few times.
Seeing Mu Qingyao enter and prepare to rest, Murong Xingzhu, who had been trotting along behind her, grew anxious and called out, "Wait a moment."
Mu Qingyao stood behind the bead curtain and slowly turned back. Her dark hair was slightly lifted by the wind, obscuring her simple and beautiful delicate face, revealing only a pair of cold, icy eyes looking at the person outside the door.
“Princess, is there anything else?”
Before Murong Xingzhu could speak, a gust of wind suddenly arose, filling her vision with a vibrant crimson hue.
“Princess?” a clear voice rang out. A tall, slender figure appeared beside Murong Xingzhu, clad in alluring red. In the dark night, he seemed to shimmer with a bloodthirsty glow, his face unusually stern. His star-like eyes scanned the princess from top to bottom.
Upon confirming that the princess was unharmed, he breathed a sigh of relief and respectfully cupped his fist, saying, "The Emperor has sent me to escort the Princess back to the palace."
As Hua Ligge finished speaking, another cat-like voice came from behind him, "Princess?"
It turned out to be the princess's personal maid, Lan Yi. She had been brought in by Commander Hua. Seeing Commander Hua's cold and stern expression, Lan Yi dared not even take a breath.
Commander Hua was usually gentle and helpful, but whenever it concerned the Princess, he would act uncharacteristically.
“Lan Yi, what is it?” Murong Xingzhu reached out to pull her maid closer, seeing her little face had turned pale. She glared at Hua Ligge with displeasure and scolded him, “Ligge, you’ve scared Lan Yi again.”
“She deserves it,” he stated, his voice flat and cold.
In Hua Ligge's dark eyes, two small sparks of ferocity leaped, and the corners of his lips were pursed into a chilling line.
The moment Lan Yi saw his expression, she felt even more guilty. She quickly shook the Princess’s hand, shaking her head repeatedly. Murong Xingzhu, afraid of scaring her maid, finally restrained herself.
Mu Qingyao watched everything at the door, her eyes darkening. She coldly spoke, urging them to leave.
“Alright, I'm tired. Everyone go back. I'm not interested in watching you people discipline your servants.”
“Yes, Miss Mu the Third,” Hua Ligge respectfully obeyed. He had met Miss Mu the Third before and knew that this woman was definitely not someone to be trifled with. Moreover, she was the future Empress, so it was best to provoke her as little as possible.
Upon hearing that she had to leave, Princess Murong Xingzhu’s small face showed displeasure. She pouted and said reluctantly,
“I finally got out, I haven’t had enough fun yet!”
“Fun?” Mu Qingyao and Hua Ligge rolled their eyes simultaneously.
Her idea of fun was truly peculiar. Sneaking into someone's house in the middle of the night to commit murder was something no one could endure. Besides, it was late, and everyone should be resting. Who would play with her?
“Princess, I need to rest.”
Mu Qingyao’s beautiful face was cold, and the air around her was as chilling as flowing water. Despite the scorching summer heat, everyone felt a refreshing coolness.