Translator: Guy Gone Bad
Lady Du picked up the ginseng soup, took a sip carefully, then said unhurriedly, “A maidservant just brought the news, saying the betrothal gifts Murong Xue having sent back were all returned…”
Murong Rou’s eyes shone with surprise, “So you mean…”
“Murong Xue has made up her mind to cancel the engagement, while Prince Jing wouldn’t agree. While they are contradictory, we could take advantage of it to let Qingyan marry into Prince Jing Mansion in place of Murong Xue.” Lady Du said that word by word, with kind of cattiness flashing in her eyes.
“It…It’s not appropriate.” Murong Rou frowned, “After all Qingyang’s surname is Song, not Murong. She is not a lineal daughter of the Marquis Mansion…”
Madam Du disapproved, “They are both princesses of the first wife and her sister. They are cousins. What’s the big deal?”
“If Old Prince Jing doesn’t agree, then we will make him do…”Madam Du whispered, with kind of craftiness flashing in her eyes.
On seeing her mother talk like that, Murong Rou frowned. It had been tens of years of the internal strife inside the harem. She was quite clear what her mother pointed to, “That…is obscene. What if Qingyan fails to be to the first wife even if she pays her reputation?”
Madam Du pulled her face and glared at her, “The first wife? Are you daydreaming? Ye Yichen already has someone on his mind. The reason why Murong Xue is so determined to end their engagement is just because he wanted to degrade Murong Xue to a concubine to make room for his beloved one. Even if Qingyan married into the Prince Jing Mansion, she can only be a concubine. And if she covets the position of the first wife, she even wouldn’t know how she died…”
Murong lost her tongue for words. Before her eyes were all those scenes that how Ye Yichen defended Qin Yuyan and his cruel and iron means, which made her chill. She almost forgot the fact that Qingyan only could be a concubine if she married Prince Jing.
Ye Yichen had a noble identity, was capable and welded the scepter. Being his concubine was even better than other noble family’s first wife.
Besides, Qingyan and Ye Yichen had been engaged. However vicious Tianwen’s second wife was, after Qingyan married into Prince Jing Mansion, she wouldn’t make trouble for Qingyan then. Also, Qingyan wouldn’t be far too inferior to Qin Yuyan . Double benefits then…
Seeing her satisfying expression, Madam Du nodded, smiling, “After Qingyan marries into Prince Jing Mansion, Prince Jing will be our powerful support. At that time, we could do anything we wanted to Murong Xue…And Jian’er will be the real master of the Marquis Mansion…And maybe you will have a chance to become the lady of Wu’an Mansion again…”
Bam! Song Qingyan pushed the door open very hard. She said with great anger, “Mother, grandmother, I won’t want to marry Prince Jing…”
Madam Du was surprised, “But why?” So many girls out there were drooling about the position as Prince Jing’s concubine.
“Because…I like Prince Ouyang!” Song Qingyang yelled out loud, with her delicate face blushing immediately.
Madam Du frowned, “But Ouyang Shaochen’s thoughts are all on Murong Xue. And there’s no such engagement binding you two together. It is vain to like him. He will never marry you as his concubine…”
“Then I will try to make him like me!” Song Qingyan said so seriously, and shyly, “Even if he doesn’t like me, I will try all I can to be his concubine…”
Madam Du hummed, “Murong Xue also likes Ouyang Shaochen. You’ve seen what she is capable of. As long as she is with him, you will never stand a chance to be his concubine…”
Song Qingyan looked quite anxious, “I can figure out a method to get Murong Xue away from him…”
“Ouyang Shaochen and Murong Xue have already slept together on one bed intimately! They even hold their hands together when they go out, in case of getting separated by the rushing crowd. You think you can break them apart with your fluff?” Lady Du interrupted her, with all despise in her eyes.
She brought Song Qingyan up since she was a baby. Of course she knew her own granddaughter was too naïve to tackle Murong Xue. She would lose to the ground.
Song Qingyan’s face turned a little pale, and asked, “Are you serious?”
“Why would I lie to you?” Lady Du glared at her, “The maidservant said she saw them holding together and lying on the sling chair. They were still asleep now. If you don’t believe me, you can go see it with your own eyes.”
Raging fire was burning under Song Qingyan’s eyes. It should be true since her grandma was so sure of it. That despicable and shameless Murong Xue grabbed her Prince Ouyang!
“All right then! I’m gonna marry Prince Jing as his concubine!” When she became Prince Jing’s concubine, she would then torture Murong Xue, make her beg for her death!
Looking at her resolute expression, Lady Du and Murong Rou looked at each other, smiling.
Lady Du then narrowed her eyes, and said word by word, “Old Prince Jing is an old school. It’s not an easy thing to let him change his son’s fiancée. So we should figure out a perfect plan.”
Old Prince Jing came back to the capital under the emperor’s decree. So he didn’t hide his tracks. And the news that he relapsed after he came back spread through the whole city soon.
All officials brought the best medicine to visit him, but he turned all of them away using the excuse that he needed rest.
When Murong Jian came to visit, Old Prince Jing was sunbathing in the courtyard. Looking at Murong Jian’s visiting card, he darkened his eyes and said with a low voice, “Let him in.”
He hadn’t seen Murong Jian for nearly ten years. Since he was here, he kind of wanted to see him anyway.
Murong Jian was Murong Xue’s second uncle, but their relation was like fire and water. So he shouldn’t be here to nose for something of him. Even he was here for that, the engagement would never be canceled…
When Old Prince Jing was still thinking, a middle aged man came in under the guard’s lead. He was wearing a moon white nicely-tailored long robe, black waistband, and black high boots, looking charming and noble. He greeted to him, “My lord!”
Old Prince Jing responded and sized him up, smiling, “It’s been ten years and you have barely changed. I’m so jealous…”
Murong Jian smiled lightly, “You flatter me, my lord. You haven’t changed either, still so majestic and charming…”
“I’ve had those wounds for many years. And I am not as healthy as before…” Old Prince Jing heaved a long sigh, “Don’t stand there. Seat yourself.”
“Thank you, my lord!” Murong Jian smiled slightly, seated himself on the opposite side of Old Prince Jing elegantly, exposing the young woman behind him.
Old Prince Jing was a little surprised, “This is?”
“This is my niece, Qingyan!”