The Ninth Imperial Concubine of the Remnant King

  Xiahou Yi cursed inwardly and once again grasped Murong Qiang's right hand. He vividly remembered every detail of this small hand's beauty, now marred by a scar, how could he not feel indignant?

  He gently stroked the wound on her right hand with the palm of his right hand, his eyes dim and inexplicable. After a while, he said, "Those are people from the Third Prince."

  "What?" Mu Rong Qiang was shocked. "Who is that woman?"

  "I really don't understand how your 'Grass Bag Big Sister' title came about." Xia Houye raised a meaningful smile.

  "Not everyone can have your discerning eye, Your Highness." Murong Qing started playing dumb again.

  Xiahou Yi did not respond with a yes or no, but thought to himself, "You can continue pretending, let's see how long you can keep it up."

  "That woman was originally placed beside the Crown Prince by the Third Prince to gather information about the Crown Prince. Unexpectedly, she defected and joined the Crown Prince's side. Today, it is the Third Prince who sent someone to kill her. As for you two, you are just like the fish in the moat that get burned when the city gate catches fire."

  Murong Qingshen was secretly annoyed, this third prince is really not a good person. Before he even thought of finding trouble with you, you came to provoke him instead.

  Her mind began to spin rapidly, what recent events could have struck the Third Prince and benefited herself?

  The girl nestled in the man's arms, slightly tilting her head. Under the candlelight, her two eyes cast a sly and cunning glow, like those of a little fox, seemingly plotting against someone once again.

  Xiahou Yi gazed at her, the corners of his lips slightly raised. Do whatever you want, he's got your back, no one dares to come looking for trouble with you.

  Before long, Murong Qing had already thought out her recent actions. Although there was a part that needed Xiahou Yi's help, she wouldn't say it at this time.

  Xiahou Yi was never in a hurry and always waited until she had something to say.

  The carriage soon stopped in front of the general's mansion.

  Murong Qing thought about it and didn't discuss it with Xiahou Yi, he directly wanted to get off the carriage.

  Who would have thought that as soon as he stood up, his wrist was caught. Turning back, he bumped into Xiahou Yi's deep eyes.

  "Your Highness has something else?"

  Xiahou Yi is so ungrateful, he forgets the pain once the wound heals and turns a blind eye to the good others have done for him. How did he end up falling for such a woman and still can't get her out of his mind, even having thoughts that it has to be her?

  Furious as he was, his grip didn't loosen, and with a slight exertion of force, he pulled the little woman into his arms.

  A woman with a rough outline just realized that the man seemed to be angry, she was just a little confused, wasn't it going well just now, how did he suddenly get angry?

  "Your Highness?" Murong Qing's hand rose in confusion, gently stroking the man's chest. "Is Your Highness angry?"

  Xiahou Yi was even more furious: "You stinky girl, you still don't know what wrongs you've done!"

  "A life-saving favor." Xiahou Yi reminded. Stinky girl, her life was his, couldn't she give him a little sweetness to taste?

  Murong Qing was stunned for a moment before he realized that this man wanted something in return.

  What good can she bring him now?

  "Your Highness, let me go back and think about what else I have in my small warehouse." Murong Qing was pitiful to the extreme. The reward from last time had not been given yet, and now he came again. He didn't want those money and goods, so what else could she give?

  Xiahou Yi hummed and raised his hand to tap her forehead, attracting her attention. He then pointed to his left cheek, "Here."

  "Huh?" Murong Qing still didn't understand.

  Xiahou Yi stopped talking because he found that no matter how much he said, it was useless. This girl wasn't stupid and would pretend to be foolish with him.

  He stretched out his large hand and directly grasped the back of the girl's head, using a bit of force to press her against his left cheek.

  The girl's lips were fiery hot, soft and fluffy, stuck to her face, numb and itchy. Xiahou Yi was shocked to discover that he actually wanted more.

  He quickly pushed Mu Rongqing away, looked at her deeply, and then ordered her to get off the car.

  Murong Qing was suddenly taken advantage of by a sly old man and had her tofu eaten, when getting off the car, she couldn't help but glare at him angrily, muttering "men and women should keep their distance" before quickly running away, not giving Xiahou Ye a chance to find trouble with her.

  Xiahou Yi didn't intend to find trouble with her, he simply relaxed his body and leaned against the carriage wall, closing his eyes and carefully savoring the tactile sensation of that brief moment.

  The sweetness of her touch gradually surged to his heart, Xiahou Yi hooked the corner of his lips, "Soon, I will make you unable to say 'men and women should not be intimate' again."

  Murong Qing returned to the General's Mansion when the old lady had already come back. She had long heard about the assassination attempt and was so frightened that she fell ill again.

  When Murong Qing came back, she was still lying in bed, her face pale, and her eyes looked like they had aged several years.

  "Grandma." Murong Qing's eyes reddened, and he rushed over to kneel beside the bed, grasping the old lady's hand, calling out softly. "Grandma, look, I'm back, I'm fine, I'm doing well."

  Perhaps because she heard Mu Rong Qing's voice, the old lady surprisingly opened her eyes. Seeing that it was Mu Rong Qing, she couldn't help but excitedly raise her hand to touch her face, "Rong'er, my Rong'er, is that you?"

  "It's me, it's me." Murong Qing replied, holding onto the old lady's hand and pressing it against his face. "Grandmother, look, I've returned safely."

  "Alright, alright, just come back safely." The old lady's emotions gradually calmed down. Mu Rongqing personally fed her medicine again and told her about being rescued by someone.

  As for who saved her, it naturally couldn't be said to be Xiahou Yi. At night, when men and women are unclear about each other's intentions, if word gets out, it will naturally damage her reputation as a lady.

  Fortunately, when they were about to get off the horse carriage, Xiahou Yi said that if anyone asked, they should say it was the Fifth Princess who saved them.

  The Fifth Princess is the sister of Xiahou Yi's mother, and she also attended the flower appreciation party at Rongqin Wangfu. At that time, they happened to meet with evil people who harmed them, so she took action to rescue them.

  This explanation was reasonable and Mrs. Lao didn't suspect anything, she just told her that another day she would go to their house to thank them.

  Murong Qing agreed and then coaxed Old Madam for a while. After seeing that she had fallen asleep, he returned to his own courtyard.

  After bathing and changing clothes, she lay on the table again, holding a pen, frowning and starting to write.

  Today, the Third Prince nearly took her life, although it was not his intention, but it was also his fault. Moreover, in the Rongqing Wangfu, he made clear his interest in her.

  This man wants to have his cake and eat it too, enjoying all the benefits while others do the work. Is that really so easy?

  After rummaging through a whole house of papers, she finally found one that satisfied her.

  "Green Heart, have the tall trees quickly deliver the letter to the Ninth Prince's residence."

  "Yes, miss." Green Heart didn't bother to ask why and hastily sent out the letter.

  Half an hour later, Xiahou Yi received the letter. Looking at the familiar scribbled handwriting, for some reason, he had a very strange and wonderful feeling in his heart.

  He rubbed his fingers over the words on the paper and muttered: "Is it you?"

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