AWB Chapter 130 Handsome Young Master, Jiang Zhuo
Chapter 130 Handsome Young Master, Jiang Zhuo
Qinghe Yinshuang returned from outside. Just as the two were about to go over and eavesdrop with Feng Yue, they saw their lord emerge, exuding a chilling aura.
His expression was very bad.
The two exchanged a quick glance and then lowered their heads in unison.
Feng Yue, standing to the side, seemed to have gotten used to it; his master never left Huangfeng Garden with a pleasant expression.
He admired Consort Su quite a bit; she was the second person to manage to provoke his master to such an extent and still emerge unscathed.
As for the first one, let's not mention it.
Feng Yue, being very perceptive, stepped forward and pushed the wheelchair.
Murong Jing glanced at the two maids who were standing obediently to one side and said meaningfully, "From now on, Consort Su can follow you wherever you go."
Qinghe was alright; she nodded obediently and even secretly smiled.
Yinshuang wasn't so lucky; her heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly felt a little guilty.
Only after their lord had walked far away did the two exchange a thoughtful glance.
"Is Consort Su about to do something earth-shattering again?"
Yinshuang was unaware of Su Mowan's grand ambition to paint all the handsome men in the world, but she inexplicably felt that something was amiss.
She didn't know, but Qinghe did.
So Qinghe said, "Consort Su is indeed about to do something extraordinary. The prince's face looks so grim. Could it be that the prince has found out about Consort Su's secret plot?!"
Seeing how mysterious Qinghe was talking, Yinshuang frowned.
"What is Consort Su trying to do?"
"Consort Su asked me about handsome men in the capital, saying she wanted the kind who were exceptionally good-looking and had many women admiring them! She wanted to draw all these handsome men and sell them for money!"
After Qinghe finished speaking, she clicked her tongue twice, thinking that Consort Su's idea was simply too audacious.
Yinshuang fell silent after hearing this.
Judging from the prince's expression, he most likely already knew, but he only instructed her, "From now on, Consort Su can follow him wherever he goes."
What does this mean?
This shows that the prince did not object.
Of course, it's also possible that the objection was ineffective...
It wasn't that Yinshuang looked down on her prince; it was just that her prince was becoming less and less intimidating in front of Consort Su, which made Yinshuang bolder as well.
Moreover, Consort Su's influence in front of her is growing stronger, and Yinshuang has already made plans to secretly 'rebel'.
Qinghe's mind didn't work as fast as Yinshuang's; she simply stuck out her tongue and said, "It seems Consort Su has won this round again!"
"..."
Yinshuang's lips twitched.
After Qinghe described it this way, I suddenly felt that my prince was actually a little pitiful.
Inside the room, Su Mowan was humming a tune in a good mood when she heard the two whispering outside the door. She couldn't help but call out.
"You two come in. If you have something to say, come to me!"
Qinghe stuck out her tongue again, winked at Yinshuang, and the two of them went into the house together.
"What are they whispering about outside the door?"
Su Mowan was in an incredibly good mood, which made her even gentler, startling Qinghe so much that she shivered inexplicably.
Yinshuang coughed lightly, carefully choosing her words, and said, "I heard you want to paint handsome men to make money?"
The main point is to draw handsome men; making money is secondary.
This is what Yinshuang is focusing on.
Su Mowan's peach blossom eyes sparkled like shooting stars as she raised an eyebrow and said smugly, "How about it? Aren't you completely impressed?"
"..."
Yinshuang remained silent.
This isn't just admiration to the point of prostration; it's trembling with utter despair!
"Your Highness...Does Your Highness know about your plans?"
Yinshuang felt that she should ask about this clearly, just in case.
Qinghe stared at her with wide eyes.
Su Mowan curled her lips into a smug smile, her roguish charm overflowing: "I know, your prince is very supportive!"
"..."
Fully support?
This statement is largely unbelievable.
The two of them thought that the prince must have been forced to support him.
Su Mowan clapped her hands with a smile and stretched.
She couldn't help but laugh at the thought of Murong Jing's expression just now. Murong Jing probably hadn't expected her to so openly announce that she wanted to make money using handsome men.
This caused him to look completely bewildered for a moment.
Although it's unclear why Murong Jing casually said "whatever" and left in the end, at least he's no longer a dictator.
Of course, by the next day, Su Mowan would know why Murong Jing had been so 'casual' at the time.
The painted pavilion was built faster than Su Mowan had expected.
When Su Mowan arrived at the site, she found that the finished product looked somewhat different from the drawings she had given her, but it was undeniable that it was more beautiful than the drawings.
A plaque hangs on the high-rise building, bearing three imposing characters: Forget-to-Return Tower.
It stands out as the most powerful entity on the entire street.
Of course, Shangguan Qingqi played a significant role in this.
That pile of wood wasn't something an ordinary person could get their hands on; using it exuded an exceptionally high-class feel.
As for the three words 'Forget-to-Return Pavilion', Su Mowan remembered that she had not told the construction workers about them, and those three words faintly exuded a familiar arrogance and domineering air.
Su Mowan seemed to be deep in thought, a faint dimple appearing at the corner of her mouth.
The Wanggui Building has three floors. Each floor has an exhibition hall, a payment counter, and tables and chairs not far from the counter, where guests can rest and have a cup of tea when they are tired.
Of course, there are also two more fitting rooms on the second floor.
Su Mowan looked at the imposing and magnificent high-rise building in front of her with satisfaction, and snapped her fingers in a very cheerful mood.
"Let's go in and take a look!"
With that, she walked into the building with Qinghe Yinshuang, head held high and chest out.
The building is constructed entirely of extremely expensive raw wood, and the entire building is filled with a faint woody fragrance, making it very elegant.
Su Mowan casually glanced at the spacious first floor, a satisfied smile spreading across her face, her thick, curled eyelashes casting a beautiful glow.
Qinghe stood motionless to the side, somewhat stunned.
No wonder her prince instructed her and Yinshuang to stay close to Consort Su no matter where they went!
She hadn't taken it seriously before, but now it seemed her prince's advice was very necessary! After all, Consort Su was only sixteen years old, and she was so beautiful. She was always showing her face in public, so it was inevitable that she would attract some suitors!
Yinshuang, on the other hand, seemed to have already grasped the 'charm' of Consort Su, and she was quite calm about Consort Su's 'sudden beauty' at this moment.
Su Mowan explored all three floors, and left the building with great satisfaction. She thanked the master who was waiting for her before returning to her residence.
Just as they returned to the gate of the Prince's mansion, a handsome figure stopped at the gate and dismounted from his horse.
Just as Su Mowan was about to ask Yinshuang who this person was, she heard Yinshuang beside her exclaim in surprise.
"Jiang Zhuo?!"