AWB Chapter 146 His Highness the King of Qin's Jealousy Has Cracked
Chapter 146 His Highness the King of Qin's Jealousy Has Cracked
Su Mowan was carrying a delicate little food box.
Yinshuang followed a step behind her.
She hadn't originally planned to come, but then she thought about it. The mask she wore during the day was paid for by Murong Jing, and the ten sets of men's clothing were also prepared by Murong Jing. Not to mention, after she met Chi Yi, she had a very frightening suspicion in her heart.
So I thought I'd say a few words of thanks and try to subtly probe to see if I could find anything.
As soon as they arrived outside the Fenghua Palace, they saw Feng Yue and the other person whispering to each other, and it was clear from their expressions that they were not talking about anything serious!
Upon hearing this voice, Feng Yue, who was in high spirits, was so frightened that he turned around immediately, bowed with his hands clasped, and greeted the speaker without daring to raise his head.
Jiang Zhuo, a beat slower than Feng Yue, was not as guilty and calmly bowed.
Su Mowan could tell from Feng Yue's expression that the two of them were probably gossiping, otherwise they wouldn't be so guilty. But then again, they're both young and full of vigor, so it's understandable!
Feng Yue felt a jolt of fear when he heard the laughter.
Feeling a little guilty, he looked up and found Consort Su staring at him with a lewd look.
"Consort Su, please give your orders!"
"It's nothing, what could be wrong! You brothers haven't seen each other in a long time, I bet you have a lot to talk about, right? I won't disturb you, you two continue!"
Private thoughts...
Feng Yue shuddered, his skin crawling with goosebumps. He was secretly relieved that Consort Su hadn't heard what he'd just said.
Jiang Zhuo stared silently at Su Mowan's back for a moment, then glanced at Feng Yue beside him, and silently rubbed the goosebumps on his arm.
This time, Yinshuang didn't wait outside the palace. Since Feng Yue was outside and there was no one inside, she had no choice but to go in and serve him.
In the study, His Highness the Prince of Qin was writing annotations.
Suddenly, his ears twitched as he heard soft footsteps, and his furrowed brows relaxed instantly.
A barely perceptible smile even appeared at the corners of her mouth.
Su Mowan arrived at the door of the study.
Just as I was about to raise my hand to knock on the door, it opened by itself.
Murong Jing, who was inside the door, listened intently but could hear nothing. He immediately became displeased and said, "What are you standing there for? Why aren't you coming in?"
Although she was already used to Murong Jing's way of speaking, Su Mowan felt a little embarrassed at this moment, after all, Yinshuang was standing behind her.
Before Su Mowan could even look at her, Yinshuang wisely took a few steps back and headed towards the flower hall outside.
Su Mowan then shook her skirt, picked up the food box, and stepped into the study.
As soon as she entered, she saw Murong Jing writing something with his head down, not even glancing at her.
Su Mowan coughed deliberately before approaching with the food box. Before she could even speak, Murong Jing spoke coldly first.
"Put the things on the table."
Does that mean she can leave?
She hasn't offended Murong Jing recently.
Su Mowan still had questions to answer, so she couldn't just leave like that.
Without caring whether Murong Jing's expression would be unpleasant, he put down the food box and quickly opened the lid, immediately releasing a strong smell of vinegar.
"..."
Su Mowan's movements immediately stopped.
This vinegar... she definitely didn't put it in!
But clearly, His Highness the King of Qin did not think so.
Murong Jing raised his head as soon as he smelled the strong sour smell, his cool gaze fixed on Su Mowan, his deep eyes filled with displeasure, as if to say, 'Explain yourself to me.'
Su Mowan blinked once, then blinked again.
Finally, unable to withstand Murong Jing's gaze any longer, he weakly said, "I really didn't do this, I promise!"
This is really weird!
She clearly handled the entire process of making this steamed egg custard, and then Yinshuang packed it up and brought it over directly. Where did this vinegar come from?
Su Mowan's expression was so sincere that it couldn't be more genuine, but in His Highness Prince Qin's eyes, it was nothing short of superb acting!
This woman is becoming more and more lawless. He tolerates her in every way, yet she dares to play the trick of outwardly complying but inwardly resisting him.
She was certain he wouldn't do anything to her.
Murong Jing squeezed the pen in his hand.
"Be courteous for nothing."
Su Mowan's emotional intelligence was completely clouded by her strange jealousy at this moment; otherwise, she would have definitely been able to pick up on the 'grievance' subtly implied in Murong Jing's words.
His Highness the King of Qin is too emotional.
This woman...
He just mistook his savior for someone else, which led to a small misunderstanding, right?
He's already admitted his mistake, but this woman is still clinging to his one and only fault. It's unbelievable...
Being spoiled and arrogant!
Su Mowan had no idea what His Highness Prince Qin was thinking. She assumed he genuinely disliked vinegar, so she neatly closed the lid of the food box.
His Highness the King of Qin was displeased again.
"what are you doing?"
"Your Highness doesn't like vinegar, right? I'll keep the one with vinegar in it for myself. I'll make you a one without vinegar another day!"
"..."
His Highness the King of Qin was momentarily speechless.
But he did say he didn't like being jealous before, so is he supposed to change his mind and say he does like being jealous now?
impossible.
But how could His Highness Prince Qin let go of something that was already in his mouth? He then gave Su Mowan a cold glance and said, "Fine, I'll eat it reluctantly. I'm already quite meaty, and if I eat more at night, I don't know what I'll look like."
"..."
This is a blatant personal attack!
Su Mowan gritted her teeth.
After looking herself up and down, she began to have serious doubts about Murong Jing's aesthetic sense!
How can she be described as 'naturally plump'? She clearly has defined collarbones and ribs!
The only place that can be described as having a lot of meat...
cough!
But no matter what, it shouldn't be enough to make Murong Jing so disdainful, right?
Thinking of this, Su Mowan deliberately took a deep breath, making her already prominent collarbones even more pronounced: "Your Highness need not worry about this. This steamed egg custard won't make you gain weight, and besides, eating vinegar can make your appearance even more radiant and beautiful!"
More radiant and beautiful?
Is it so she can go out and attract vixens and other men?
Having just been provoked by Su Mobai during the day, Murong Jing could no longer contain his overwhelming jealousy. Looking at the woman in front of him with a look that said, "I just want to go against you," he suddenly blurted out something reckless.
Do you think I'm not good-looking?
"..."
Su Mowan was completely out of her depth and utterly confused!
What does this have to do with anything?
Murong Jing was even more furious when he saw that she was standing there with her mouth open but not speaking.
This woman thinks he won't know just because she doesn't speak? Su Mobai spoke so confidently and logically during the day!
Su Mowan had no idea where Murong Jing's anger came from; it was utterly unreasonable!
"Your Highness, whether you're good-looking or not isn't up to me to decide! Besides, a person should not only be self-aware, but also confident! Do you know what confidence is? Confidence is believing that you're the most beautiful person in the world even if you're not that good-looking!"
That last sentence really stirred up a hornet's nest.
Murong Jing, without anyone noticing, threw down the pen in his hand, grabbed Su Mowan's wrist with lightning speed, and pulled hard.
Su Mowan stumbled and fell into Murong Jing's arms, but luckily she reacted quickly and braced herself on the armrest of the wheelchair.
Before she could even steady herself, a cool breath brushed against her butterfly-like eyelashes.
Immediately afterwards, a deep, displeased voice entered her ears: "So you're saying that I'm not as good-looking as that wild man who only cooks for you?"