The Ninth Imperial Concubine of the Remnant King

  Everyone in the room stared blankly at Murong Qiu, only to see a young girl wearing a light blue embroidered butterfly-patterned single-layer gauze with a pipa collar and a thin shirt, a dark green and white mulan skirt with floral prints, looking fresh and lovely, evoking sympathy. Especially those eyes like misty water, every blink revealed her spirit.

  "Grandma, I was so scared." Murong Qing's eyes suddenly turned red, and she timidly threw herself into the old lady's arms. Her soft and gentle voice was heart-wrenching to hear. "Grandma, I thought I would never see you again."

  "Oh my, my good child, you're frightened, aren't you? Quickly tell Grandma what's going on?" The old lady glared at the big madam beside her with a stern expression, while gently patting the back of the young girl in her arms and said tenderly: "Silly girl, don't be afraid, Grandma is here, quickly say, what happened?"

  "Grandma, it's so scary! I was coming out of the temple when a group of mountain bandits suddenly appeared and said that I had blocked someone's way and they wanted to cause trouble for me. Grandma, I've always stayed within the first and second gates, who could I have possibly blocked? Grandma, those people are so frightening! If it weren't for the bravery of our house guards and my own cleverness in slipping away down a side mountain path, I'm afraid I would have been caught by those men and never seen you again."

  Lying in the old lady's arms, Murong Qing sneered repeatedly. Now it was just to wake up the old lady. Although she had the title of General Mansion's eldest sister, it didn't mean that no one would bother her.

  As expected, as soon as she finished speaking, the old lady's stern gaze swept towards the big madam and her daughter. Others may not know, but how could the general's wife not know their tricks?

  Murong Qing occupied the name of the eldest daughter of the General's Mansion and also gained her favor. Although she had the reputation of being a foolish eldest daughter, many people wanted to marry into the General's Mansion for its power and influence.

  Now that several princes have reached the age of marriage, but Mrs. Muyong's daughter, Muyong Xue, is still young, it's possible that Prince Muyong might snatch away the one they had in mind.

  It's just one's own guess, and the ladies will certainly not admit it.

  "Old lady, the eldest daughter of the General's Mansion should not be careless when going out. Today is considered a blessing from heaven, and you are unscathed. If she had any mishap, see if I can spare you."

  The madam wore a dark brown changshan with an endless pattern of auspicious clouds and fragrant flowers, a calabaza-shaped double-layered skirt with a crimson lining, and a full set of ruby jewelry on her head, exuding an aura of nobility that was intimidating.

  But at this moment, being blamed by the old lady, she did not dare to show any arrogance, and only nodded in agreement, "The old lady's teachings are right, I was wrong, and it will definitely not happen again."

  "Off with you, off with you! Hurry up and get out!" The old lady couldn't bear to look at the hypocritical face of the big madam for another moment, and directly waved her hand to shoo her away.

  The madam clenched her fists in anger, gritted her teeth and bowed, dragging Murong Xue away.

  As soon as they went out, Murong Xue said with a hateful tone: "Mother, how could that cheap woman escape? What about our plan?"

  "It's definitely fallen through." The madam was secretly annoyed, having planned for so long, how could it suddenly fall through. That little wretch was lucky to have escaped this calamity, but she turned her head and coldly glared in the direction of the inner chamber, "You may have dodged the first day, but you won't dodge the fifteenth, dare to block my way?"

  The madam coldly snorted and flung her sleeve, leading Mu Rong Xue away.

  Murong Qing was accompanying the old lady, coaxing her with a smile, and soon the old lady's heart was filled with joy, laughing endlessly.

  At this time, the Ninth Prince's mansion was in a state of low morale, with everyone feeling insecure and trying their best to minimize their presence to avoid offending the Ninth Prince and suffering a bad outcome.

  The study of the Ninth Prince's Mansion.

  A man lay quietly on the soft couch, wearing a white Shu brocade long shirt, with a black Xuan color belt tied around his waist. His narrow and long phoenix eyes were slightly closed, and from time to time, a cold aura would emanate from him. In his hand, he pinched a plain letter, on which two words were written in a crooked and twisted manner.

  "Nanyang." He hummed softly, "So it was hidden in Nanyang, no wonder I couldn't find it anywhere. Zhu Ting."

  "Your Highness." A sword-bearing guard responded and walked in, tall and robust, giving off an oppressive feeling just by looking at him.

  "In Nanyang, give the order, take action tonight."

  "Your Highness, this news..." A letter sent by a person of unknown identity, how could Your Highness believe it so easily.

  "It's definitely correct." Xiahou Yi clenched his fist coldly. That person was indeed a good strategist. Nanyang is quite far from the capital, who would have thought that he would actually put a hiding place so far away? No wonder he had searched for so long in the capital and couldn't find the hiding place of the three princes' dark guards.

  "Your Highness, is it necessary to send someone to investigate the identity of the messenger?" asked Zhu Ting again.

  "It's useless." Xiahou Yi's voice was cold and distant, "Even if we investigate, we won't find anything." The hand holding the letter tightened slightly, the crooked and twisted characters were either intentional or truly illegible. However, he didn't care at all, because he knew this letter came from a woman's hand.

  The silk handkerchief carries a faint fragrance, yet it doesn't resemble any perfume from the market. It's as if it's the scent of a young girl's body, subtle and alluring.

  "Sooner or later I will get you out." Xiahou Yi put away the letter and raised his eyebrows, "How is the investigation of that stinky girl going?"

  Thinking of what happened today, he couldn't help but feel a surge of anger in his heart. Who gave her the guts to dare treat him like that?

  Finally found her, let's see how he deals with that stinky little brat who has been causing trouble everywhere.

  Zhu Tingyi's head drooped as soon as he heard this, and he even subconsciously took a step back. In his heart, he had a reverent psychology towards that legendary woman. Good heavens, who didn't know that the Ninth Prince, although he toyed with women for amusement and rarely laid hands on them, would have no good outcome if provoked.

  In lighter cases, they would lose their lives; in more severe cases, they would be sold into the lowest-grade brothels and tortured to death.

  That woman actually dared to step on the king's footprints, and she used that dirty smelly mud. Zhu Ting suddenly felt a chill, and when he looked up again to steal a glance at the king, his breath was even colder.

  "In response to Your Excellency's inquiry, according to my investigation, there is only one young lady from a noble family who left the city today, and that is Murong Qing, the eldest daughter of the General's Manor. It is said that she encountered robbers on her way to offer incense and has gone missing." The timing coincides with when Your Excellency was insulted, but of course, he wouldn't dare say this in front of Xia Houye even if it killed him.

  "Murong Qing?" Xiahou Yi furrowed his brow, how could it be her. Suddenly, his gaze fell on the chest area, where a letter was tucked away, the crooked and twisted words swaying into his mind.

  "Could it be her?" Xiahou Yi was startled by his own thoughts, "Impossible, how could that fool know these things." He was really driven mad, actually guessing that the fool would be the one to send a message to himself.

  Xiahou Yi stood up, his cold and gloomy gaze fell on Zhu Ting's face, causing the latter to shudder again.

  "Arrange it, I want to meet that famous little sister of the whole city tonight."

  "Yes, I'll go and arrange it now." Zhu Ting quickly flashed out, afraid that staying for another moment would provoke thunderous anger. As for Murong Qing, how she would react was none of his business.

  Digression

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