Chapter 42 Is There Still A Relationship?

  The originally spacious carriage suddenly became somewhat cramped, the entire carriage seemed to be filled with his unique aura, making her feel stifled and unable to breathe.

  His eyes stared straight at her lips, those lips that had never been hidden, carrying an extreme temptation. At this moment, his eyes were no longer cold, but had too many, too many things.

  His eyes, which seemed to have dimmed the color of all things in the world, appeared to be pulling her in.

  The heartbeat seems to have lost its rhythm, I don't know if it has suddenly sped up or stopped beating.

  For a moment, she forgot all her reactions.

  She has never been in love, so she doesn't know...

  Seeing her rare obedience, his lips curled up slightly with a hint of satisfaction, and his sensual lips seemed to want to press down...

  "Seventh Brother."

  Just then, a tactless voice suddenly rang out, abruptly interrupting the warm atmosphere.

  Xuanyuan Ye's body stiffened for a moment, and his eyes also sank suddenly. In the depths of his eyes, several points of anger were clearly hidden.

  Meng Fu Ying suddenly woke up quickly, her body subconsciously retreating, escaping his embrace, and taking a slight breath. She didn't know if she had suddenly let out a sigh of relief, or...

  Xuanyuan Ye's face sank slightly, and the anger in his eyes became even more apparent. Was she hiding so quickly? Could it be that he was a venomous snake or a fierce beast?

  The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and Qingyu's head came in. When he saw Meng Fuyao, his eyes flashed with obvious mockery. "Seventh brother, are you really going to send this ugly thing back? The empress only told you to send her away, but didn't say you had to send her all the way home. Sending her out of the palace is enough, let those slaves send her back."

  Xuanyuan Ye's eyes narrowed slightly, his icy gaze, like stagnant blood, shot straight at Xuanyuan Mo.

  Xuanyuan Mo's hand trembled, but he didn't understand what he did wrong. Although he was a little afraid of Xuanyuan Ye's terrifying gaze, thinking about his purpose for coming here, he got on the carriage and leaned close to Xuanyuan Ye's ear, whispering a few sentences.

  Xuanyuan Ye's face suddenly sank, and his hand hidden in his sleeve seemed to tighten slightly. After glancing at Meng Cuiying, he followed Xuanyuan Mo down from the carriage.

  After getting off the carriage, she heard him instructing his servant to send her back, and then quickly left with Xuan Yuan Mo.

  Meng Fu Ying's lips curled up slightly into a faint smile, light and without much emotion. What was she just tense about?

  Is he worried that he would kiss her? As Xuan Yuan Mo said, this 'ugly' face of hers, could he continue to kiss it?

  He would only send it if he listened to the empress dowager's orders.

  But what was she thinking?

  Isn't it ridiculous?

  "Master, shall we return?" Qing Zhu asked cautiously as he got onto the horse carriage.

  "Go back." Her red lips moved slightly, her light and airy voice didn't carry a hint of unusualness.

  However, when they arrived on the main street, Meng Fuying suddenly became enthusiastic. She had been in ancient times for so long and hadn't really strolled around the streets yet. Today's weather was nice, so why not take a good stroll?

  Sent the carriage away, and strolled with Qing Zhu. Qing Zhu went from initial shock and worry to slowly blending in and relaxing. The two of them strolled until sunset, when people had closed their doors, before returning to Hou Wang Fu.

  "Today's harvest is really not small." Meng Fuying hugged the things she had rummaged back, with an excited face. These things are absolutely impossible to see in modern times.

  "Master, let me take it, I'll get it." Qing Zhu followed behind, wanting to take over the things in Meng Fu Ying's hands, but unfortunately, her hands were also full, and she couldn't even hold what was already in her own hands.

  Looking at the things in her arms, Qing Zhu secretly sighed. When others followed their masters out, they bought precious things, but when it came to her, she picked up these cheap things, and yet the master treasured them as if they were precious.

  "Alright, I'll just take it myself." Meng Fu Ying saw that she was also holding a full load and couldn't help but laugh softly.

  "How can this be? You're preparing your dowry so early, don't you think you're being too hasty? A young lady like yourself, going out to prepare her own dowry. Don't you feel embarrassed?" A cold and sarcastic voice suddenly came, causing Meng Fu Ying and Qing Zhu to stop in their tracks.

  Her cold eyes swept a glance at the man standing in front of her, Meng Fu Ying's face suddenly darkened, this man, had actually intruded into her courtyard again.

  His face was filled with rage, his eyes seemed to be spitting fire, as if he had caught his wife in the act of adultery.

  Is she still in a relationship with him?

  Isn't his expression too much?

  Silently sneering in her heart, she didn't even bother to acknowledge him, walked around him and continued straight ahead, completely treating him as if he were air.

  Since the day she discovered his conspiracy with Meng Ruxue in the palace, she had completely despised him.

  To him, she didn't even bother talking to him, no need to lower her own status, right?

  "Meng Fu Ying..."

  Her reaction infuriated him even more. Bai Yichen's angry voice was low and menacing, one hand quickly grasping Meng Fuying's wrist.

  But Meng Fu Ying was a quick flash, and he just dodged it.

  The green bamboo quickly blocked White Yichen's path, "Young Master Bai, please return."

  The anger in Bai Yichen's eyes surged even more, and the empty hand clenched even tighter. If Meng Fuyao's wrist were to be grasped by him at this moment, it would probably have been crushed.

  "Green bamboo, for those who really don't know the rules, just let Snow Hua come and drive them away." Meng Fu Ying didn't even give him another glance, lightly stepped out, slowly walking towards her own room, only that light voice, slowly entering Bai Yi Chen's ears.

  Made Bai Yichen's face increasingly ugly.

  "Meng Fu Ying, did you think he really wanted to marry you? He's just using you." Bai Yi Chen gazed at her back, gritting his teeth in a low growl.

  He in his mouth, naturally refers to Xuan Yuan Ye.

  Meng Fu Ying's footsteps continued to move forward slowly, her face still calm as ever. She had never assumed that Xuan Yuan Ye truly wanted to marry her.

  "He just wanted to protect Meng Ruxue, if he had chosen Meng Ruxue that day, the prince would not have let her off, so he chose you instead. You're just a substitute for Meng Ruxue's death, are you still trying to deceive yourself?" Bai Yichen said in a low voice again.

  "It's fine." Meng Fu Ying's red lips moved slightly, her light and casual voice slowly spreading out. Xuan Yuan Ye married her for what purpose, to her, it didn't make any difference at all. However, his clear intentions were also a good thing.

  Bai Yichen was completely stunned, never expecting that she would react this way when hearing him say such a thing.

  And her reaction made Bai Yichen mistakenly think that she was willing to be used by Xuan Yuan Ye. The anger in his eyes surged even more, staring straight at her back, as if he wanted to burn her up.

  "He's doing this, and you have two consequences: one, becoming Meng Ruxue's scapegoat and being killed by the Crown Prince; or two, if the Crown Prince doesn't make a move, he'll remarry Meng Ruxue and throw you out. Either way, he wants to push you into the eighteenth level of hell." Bai Yichen's voice seemed to have added a few more serious tones, or perhaps from his perspective, that was indeed what he thought.

  His words paused slightly, and his face softened a little more, "And I can..."

  "I'd rather go down to the eighteenth level of hell than turn back and look at you, this grass trampled by horses."

  Meng Fu Ying's lips moved slightly, a faint smile, low voice, abruptly interrupted Bai Yi Chen's words, making Bai Yi Chen's handsome face change several times in an instant, from white to green and then back to white, it was quite thrilling.

  Qing Zhu's lips twitched violently a few times, Master's words were indeed too venomous. But seeing Bai Yichen's face, she really wanted to laugh, but in the end, she still managed to suppress it with great difficulty. After all, some consideration was needed.

  "Hahaha......" Just from the wall, came a loud and unscrupulous laughter, "Good, worthy of being my woman, quite personality."