The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady - Chapter 249

Chapter 249

“I don’t think the war between Qingyan and Nanjiang started because of the emperors’ ambition . ” Duan Wuluo turned around to look at Murong Xue with a glimmer in his dark eyes .

“Indeed, it wasn’t . It was all because of Cang Qiong . He wreaked such havoc that the Emperor of the Qingyan Kingdom declared war out of rage . . . ” Murong Xue looked at Duan Wuluo with his calm eyes as if suggesting: the one who provoked the war was from Nanjiang Prime Minister’s Mansion instead of Qingyan .

“It was Cang Qiong’s mistake to have offended the emperor,” Duan Wuluo said, staring at Murong Xue . “But why did the emperor declare war against Nanjiang and embitter innocent people?”

“No emperor of integrity can tolerate such humiliation and assassination . Suppose Cang Qiong assassinated the Emperor of Nanjiang Kingdom in the capital, the emperor would definitely sentence his whole clan to death out of rage . ”

“Likewise, if the Emperor of Qingyan Kingdom wanted to punish Cang Qiong, he would send troops to liquidate Nanjiang because Cang Qiong, a lineal descent of the prime minster, is backed up by the entire kingdom . . . ”

Strictly speaking, it was the Prime Minster of the Nanjiang Kingdom who had brought up such an arrogant son that provoked the war between two kingdoms . If Duan Wuluo would like to question someone, he should question Prime Minister Cang . Why did he question Murong Xue? Was he trying to sound her out?

Murong Xue raised her eyebrows and looked at Duan Wuluo with an alarmed look .

Duan Wuluo was lost in thought, with a touch of sullenness in his half-closed eyes . . .

“Wow, so many beautiful lotus flowers . . . ” There came a clear voice before Murong Xue looked up and saw bunches of lotus flowers dotting the lake 100 meters away . They covered the whole surface, and even stretched to the horizon, on which light pink flowers bloomed, all of which created this uniquely fresh and elegant scenery . . .

Murong Xue blinked with excitement and looked up at Duan Wuluo . “Prefect Duan, do you have a canoe here?”

“What do you need it for?” Duan Wuluo looked at her confusedly .

“I’d love to pick some lotus flowers and seeds by canoe,” Murong Xue answered gently . The giant pleasure boat was too high for her to reach the lotus . But she could shuttle through the lotus clump and pick whichever lotus she liked by canoe .

Looking at her sparkling eyes, Duan Wuluo said softly with a touch of happiness in his eyes, “They’re tied behind this pleasure boat . . . ”

“Thanks,” Murong Xue said happily as she hurried down the decks to the back of the boat .

Cang Ying blinked and followed Murong Xue hastily . “I’m coming with you . . . ”

Murong Xue untied a canoe at the back of the pleasure boat before boarding carefully . Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Cang Ying running to her . When Cang Ying was about to jump onto her canoe, she said blandly, frowning, “There’s one over there . We don’t have to share this one . ”

Cang Ying abruptly pause as the big smile on her face froze . She said, glowering at Murong Xue, “I don’t know how to row . ”

“But all servants here do, you can order anyone . . . ” Murong Xue said casually as she put away the rope and picked up the paddles .

Cang Ying retorted with a snort, “Will I deign to share a canoe with any vulgar servant? You look kind of pleasing, so I guess I can share the canoe with you . . . ”

Well, Cang Ying treated her as a boatman .

“Thank you for deigning to share a canoe with me . But I’m sorry I don’t share a canoe with strangers . If you don’t row, then just wait here . I’ll pick up more lotus flowers and seeds to share with you . . . ” Murong Xue said gently as she rowed the canoe .

As Cang Ying watched Murong Xue rowing away, her pretty face was flushed with anger instantly: it was respectful enough of her to board Murong’s canoe, but unexpectedly, Murong rejected her . That was awful! In spite of that, she insisted on boarding Murong’s canoe .

Upon pushing herself off on tiptoe, Cang Ying flew up towards Murong Xue’s canoe . The moment she was about to land, Murong put on a strange smile and rowed her paddles, making the canoe drift several meters away like a shooting arrow .

Cang Ying had no time to react and fell into the lake with a splash . She struggled and surfaced but her delicate chignon was ruined and her dress was drenched, pressed against her body . Sinking and floating in the water, she yelled in panic, “Help . . . Help . . . ”

Duan Wuluo heaved a sigh at the awkward Cang Ying and ordered servants to save her . He cast a glance at Murong Xue and found her looking as if nothing had happened, before he sighed meaningfully, “What a pussycat friend of Heir Ouyang . . . ”

A pussycat could scratch people with its sharp claws protracted and leave them in rage with its claws retracted, but it would not get hurt either way . . .

“At least that can prevent her from being pushed around!” Ouyang Shaochen said in a bland tone . He looked up at Murong Xue with the barest hint of a smile on his face .

As Murong Xue rowed through the lotus clump, she admired the view leisurely, inhaling the light addictive aroma . Whenever she fancied a lotus or a seed, she would pick it and throw it onto her canoe . . .

Rowing alone without Cang Ying allowed Murong Xue some time in peace and spared more space for lotus flowers and seeds . . .

There suddenly came the faint sound of rowing . Murong Xue looked up and saw a rustically-dressed middle-aged woman rowing through the clump slowly .

On the canoe stood a pretty lady, looking slightly pale in her red clothes . It was obviously Cang Ying, who had got changed after cleaning herself up .

Murong Xue slightly raised her eyebrows and thought: she showed up just a while after the cleaning up, so the drowning didn’t seem serious; or perhaps she messed around so often that she could easily survive this kind of trifle such as choking . . .

Whatever its reason was, since Murong Xue didn’t hold a grudge against her, Murong would ignore her as long as she stopped stirring up trouble .

As Cang Ying toured in the lotus clump standing on a canoe, all she could see was nothing but the lotus clump . Her pretty face turned slightly sullen as she thought: it was nothing difficult to pick lotus flowers and seeds . She decided to provoke Murong Xue by picking more than her . . .

All of a sudden, she felt her throat scorching, which made her cough . She picked a lotus, twisted off the green stem and threw it onto the canoe: Murong Xue was to blame for everything . . .

The wind blew with a vague voice, “Ah . . . Help . . . ”

Something happened! Cang Ying narrowed her sparkling eyes, “Hurry up . Over there . . . ”