Translator: Guy Gone Bad
Murong Jian introduced her smilingly, while observing every move of Old Prince Jing.
Old Prince Jing looked poised, putting wrinkles in his brows slightly, and said casually, “Qingyan is so big now. You are grown into a pretty girl!”
His indifferent voice made Murong Jing very unpleasing. But still he forced a smile and said, “I met her in the street. I was a little worried about her going home alone. So I brought her with me. Sorry to have offended you, my lord.”
“You are too serious. We are old family friends. We and our kids should visit each other often.” Old Prince Jing looked at him smilingly, with kind of complicated expression.
With some twitching of the eyelid, Murong Jian gave a hallow laugh, “You are right. We should visit each other often…”
Then he saw a familiar figure in a garnet robe walking towards them with his split vision, so he raised his voice, “Well…Qingyan, we’re gonna talk about the old days for some time. You can go take a walk in the garden.”
“Yes!” Song Qingyan walked outside gracefully. After getting out, she followed the garnet figure all along the black stone road carefully.
The sun was quite warm. Ye Yichen stopped before a rockery, staring at the glittering lake, gloomy.
He asked his people to throw those betrothal gifts in Falling Snow Pavilion, but Murong Xue accepted them and didn’t come to him to protest, and also didn’t take any further action. That was quite unlike her. She must be cooking some evil plan…
“Qingyan pays her respect, Prince Jing.” A weak woman’s voice was heard from behind. Ye Yichen turned around and saw a woman standing before him, who was wearing a plum long dress, with beautiful peach blossoms embroidered on the neckline, cuffs and hemline, a head of pitch black hair coiled up. Those hairpins decorated with jewelries and earrings made her small face a feast to the eyes.
Ye Yichen said to himself,”Qingyan? Do I know a woman called Qingyan?”
He was trying to search such a woman in his mind. After quite a while, he remembered her, “You are Song Qingyan from An Hou Mansion!”
“Exactly!” Song Qingyan replied smilingly. The waving plum hemline of her long dress made her more beautiful and seductive!
But Ye Yichen showed no interest at all. He looked at her proudly and said with an indifferent voice, “So what are you doing here?”
Song Qingyan smiled gently, “Nothing actually. I just came with my uncle…”
“If there’s nothing important, you’d better leave. My father is badly ill and needs rest. He doesn’t like being bothered.” Ye Yichen interrupted her impatiently, and expelled her impolitely.
Song Qingyan’s face immediately turned pale. She shambled backwards and hit on a giant rock. Tears of grievance burst out, and flew down her delicate face.
She gave up the man she deeply loved and sacrificed her whole life happiness to fawn Prince Jing and tried to win his heart, but he asked her to leave? So he had no feelings for her at all…
Yes, he was the lofty Prince Jing, God of War, with a noble background, having great power, and also having a clean-cut face. Most single girls of noble families in the capital gave their hearts to him. How would he lay his eyes on a humble daughter from Wu’an Mansion?
Since she knew she couldn’t win his heart, she could only win his body.
Song Qingyan darkened her eyes, and secretly pulled the pouch in her waist open, then a wisp of light scent came into the air. It slowly flew into Ye Yichen’s nose without him noticing at all.
The indistinct scent was actually quite thick. He sensed it and then immediately tried to hold his breath. He followed the direction where the scent came from, only finding Song Qingyan was smiling at him, “Prince Jing, are you OK? Why are you blushing…”
Ye Yichen didn’t say a word, only looked at her coldly.
Song Qingyan ignored it. She untied the first button of her long dress slowly with her white jade-like small hand. Her watery eyes were sparkling, looking so seductive…
“Prince Jing, I am…” Her coquettish voice even made one’s bones softened…
But Ye Yichen still looked cold, with a slice of contempt flashing in his eyes when looking at her seductive and horny face.
What? Ye Yichen despised her?!
Song Qingyan simmered with rage! Right, he was that lofty God of War. He had every right to look down on her. So what? She was also daughter of the first wife’s sister of Wu’an Marquis Mansion. As long as she married him, he should at least give her a concubine’s title!
That was what she wanted! She wanted Ye Yichen to be her backup. To get back at Murong Xue, she could do anything!
Song Qingyan gritted her teeth, then split the silk ribbon around her waist and quickly unlocked the buttons. Her silk plum long dress slipped onto the ground, exposing her fair skin, exquisite collarbone, and also the plum bellyband embroidered with pretty fish.
Ye Yichen lowered his eyes. She really made him speechless.
But from Song Qingyan’s point of view, he got attracted by her body, so he felt too shy to see her. With her lips curls up, she walked towards him slowly, saying with a super gentle voice, “Prince Jing, you can’t hold it, right? It’s all right. I’m gonna give you a hand.”
Ye Yichen still lowered his eyes, saying nothing!
Then Song Qingyan became bolder, trying to untie his clothes with her soft little hand…
“Get lost!” Ye Yichen threw a kick at Song Qingyan!
Song Qingyan never expected this and got blown away and fell into the pond. She screamed, “Ah!”
All the maidservants, mamas, servants and guards heard it. They all rushed towards where the scream came from. Even Old Prince Jing and Murong Jian who were talking about the old days came.
As they saw, Song Qingyan was struggling in the pond, drifting ups and downs, screaming, “Help…help…”
Ye Yichen just stood beside the pond, doing nothing.
“Qingyan!” Murong Jian felt something bad. He called her name and then jumped into the water and pulled her out of water.
Her hair was all disheveled, wet all over, the plum bellyband and the white underwear pants clinging to her body, and a large part of her fair skin exposed…What a scene!
Murong Jian immediately took off his robe and covered her, then shook her lightly, “Qingyan, are you all right? Qingyan!”
“Eh-hem!” Song Qingyan had a few hard coughs, and spitted out mouthfuls of water.
Murong Jian got panicked, “Someone! Go get a doctor! Hurry!”
“No need. She won’t die.” A cold voice was heard from behind, which made Murong Jian chill. When he turned around, he directly looked into Ye Yichen’s cold eyes…
