The Ninth Imperial Concubine of the Remnant King

  Two arms stretched out and wrapped around the girl's inverted body, slightly exerting force to trap her in his embrace, yet his eyes never left Xiahou Jie's face.

  Xiahou Yi's arrival, however, was not unexpected by Xiahou Jie. At the same time, this also indirectly confirmed his suspicions in his heart. Those who were interested in Murong Qing were not just him alone, for example, this Xiahou Yi.

  Xiahou Jie smiled faintly, his eyes recovering their usual calm and elegance. "Does Ninth Brother still need a guide? I seem to recall that Ninth Brother is particularly familiar with the western suburbs' wild forest."

  "It's not like I'm familiar with Third Brother." Xiahou Yi coldly snorted, his words directed at Xiahou Jie, but his hands were tightly grasping the struggling little servant girl, his heart filled with discontent.

  Stinky girl, who allowed her to smile so seductively and wildly at any man?

  Heaven knows how furious he was when he saw her smiling so wildly at Xia Hou Jie from afar, and he could only wish that he could lock the stinky girl in his arms right away, not allowing anyone to see her beauty.

  Although he knew it was not the right time to confront Xiahou Jie, he still came.

  "What's this, Ninth Brother has come today to admire the flowers? Or perhaps he has set his sights on some family's treasured daughter?" Xiahou Jie intentionally emphasized the words "admire the flowers" and focused all his attention on Murong Qīng.

  Xiahou Yi is a big name, who in the capital doesn't know about it. At present, Murong Qing may still not know Xiahou Yi's identity, once she knows, I'm afraid hiding won't be enough.

  Xiahou Jie had a good idea. He himself had intentions towards Murong Qing and wanted her to distance herself from Xiahou Yi.

  He didn't know that Murong Qing not only knew Xiahou Yi early on, but also had already chosen him as his future patron. How could she possibly stay away from Xiahou Yi as Xiahou Jie thought?

  " Ninth... Ninth Prince?" Murong Qing's eyes widened in surprise and shock. She began to struggle, finally managing to free herself before hastily bowing her head in greeting, "Your subject has seen the Ninth Prince."

  Xiahou Yi let out a cold hum, his hand once again grasping her wrist, slowly drawing closer, and in a voice that only they could hear, he said: "You like the wild forest of Xijiao?"

  Murong Qing's lips twitched slightly, who liked that place, hated it the most.

  "We'll settle the score later." Xiahou Yi glared at her, then straightened up and looked at Xiahou Jie, "Third brother, since you like the scenery here, we won't disturb you. Let's take our leave."

  As soon as he finished speaking, he directly grabbed Murong Qing's wrist and dragged her away.

  Xiahou Jie's face turned cold as he stepped forward and grasped Murong Qi's other arm, "Ninth Brother, this thing you've done isn't quite right."

  "Oh?" Xiahou Yi turned around, his gaze coldly falling on the hand that Xiahou Jie was using to pull Murong Qiang's wrist. Damn it, how dare he touch her hand?

  "I met with Big Sister first and was chatting with her when you took her away, Ninth Brother. Isn't that a bit too much?"

  "She is the woman I have been looking for." Murong Yi no longer hid his feelings, and looked coldly into Xiahou Jie's eyes, "She is mine."

  Xiahou Jie still wore that faint smile, but in the eyes of outsiders, that smile seemed especially icy. "I didn't know when did Miss Murong become Ninth Brother's person?"

  "You know now." Murong Yi still had that cold tone, apparently not putting Xiahou Jie in his eyes.

  Xiahou Jie was enraged, his fists clenched tightly, and it wasn't until much later that he relaxed them. "Ninth Brother, that's not necessarily true."

  "Just look." Xiahou Yi dropped two words and refused to say another word, directly pulling Murong Jing away.

  Leaving the flower forest, Xia Houyi took Murong Qing to a group of fake mountains. The two had already been intercepted by Zhu Ting and others. At this time, he confined Murong Qing in an empty cave in his own fake mountain, with both arms propping up on either side of her head, his demonic and handsome face coldly approaching the woman's face, who was still unaware of life or death. "Who allowed you to flirt with the Third Prince?"

  Murong Qing was extremely wronged, his eyes half-lowered, humming softly, like a small cat that had been teased and was now making a low, throaty sound. "I'm the one who's being bullied."

  Stinky man, are you blind or what? It's obviously Xia Houjie who came looking for her, what business do you have with her?

  "You guys had a great time chatting." The man retorted in dissatisfaction. When he first arrived, the girl was laughing very sweetly, as if she was being bullied?

  He wouldn't let her smile at other men like that; didn't she know how alluring that smile was?

  "Don't laugh." The man snorted again.

  "What's so funny?" Murong Qing was extremely dissatisfied, and couldn't help but glare at the man, "Don't laugh, do I have to be a wooden person?"

  Xiahou Yi was taken aback, a wooden person? He imagined Murong Qing's icy coolness, not understanding that kind of soul-calling smile, not knowing how to speak, only knowing how to be stupid and expressionless every day. He couldn't help but curl his lip in disgust. There were many such wooden people in his backyard, why would he want to bring another one in?

  "Not allowed!" Xiahou Yuan roared in anger, "You dare to turn into a wooden statue, let me see how I'll capture you."

  Murong Qing felt even more wronged, her right hand involuntarily raised, and she stretched out her index finger to poke hard at the man's chest. "Your Highness, are you confusing me? This won't do, that won't do, what am I supposed to do? Your servant girl is very foolish and really doesn't understand your meaning."

  This stinky girl is pretending to be close to him again.

  Xiahou Yizhen was furious to discover that Murong Qing, this stinky girl, had a surprisingly big temper and didn't take him seriously at all. Or perhaps she knew he wouldn't do anything to her, which is why she dared to speak so recklessly.

  It seems that if she isn't taught a lesson, this stinky brat will become more and more arrogant.

  But how to punish?

  Xiahou Yi's icy gaze wandered onto the small woman's bright red lips and her slender, jade-like neck.

  Finally, his gaze fell on the girl's small, round and delicate earlobe, like a pearl.

  He wickedly curled up the corners of his mouth, quickly and accurately enclosing that small pearl, lightly licking his lips.

  Murong Qing's eyes widened in shock, her body trembled, and a fire ignited on her forehead. That damned man was taking advantage of her again.

  She stretched out her fist, wanting to hit Xiahou Yi's shoulder, but the man wouldn't let her have her way. With a long arm, he hooked her into his embrace and with a strong circle, the girl was trapped and couldn't move anymore.

  Xiahou Yi loved the smooth, cool sensation, as if he had really swallowed a pearl. The smooth sensation made him irresistible, rolling and licking.

  "Bastard, let go." Mu Rong Qing's fierce struggle only made him feel a wave of numbness spreading from his ears, and his body trembled involuntarily.

  "Don't smile at other men." Xiahou Yi instructed while munching away.

  "What right?" Murong Qing said tremulously.

  "I'll let you know why." Xiahou Yi lightly bit, seeing the little girl's body tremble in his arms, he raised an eyebrow and released her.

  "Scoundrel!" Mu Rongqing was released and, being extremely bold, cursed loudly and kicked out with his foot.

  Digression

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