Her elder sister steals her husband? She marries the God of War and is pampered beyond measure!

Is Chapter 7 coming to settle scores with me?

"Your Highness, Consort Shen has gone to the West Garden with two maids," Feng Yue whispered as he approached the wheelchair.

The person in the wheelchair was dressed in a fiery red wedding gown, with an icy expression. His gaze swept over the noisy guests, a faint smile playing on his lips, but his eyes were as cold as a deep pool.

Upon hearing Feng Yue's report, a hint of displeasure flashed across his handsome face: "How did she end up in the West Courtyard?"

Feng Yue immediately broke out in a cold sweat, bowed his head and begged for forgiveness: "Your Highness, I have failed in my duties. Please punish me!"

Murong Jing's lips still curved into a slight smile, but a chilling glint flashed in his eyes. "Go and take Consort Shen back to the East Courtyard. Tell her that without my permission, she is not to step out of the East Courtyard!"

“Yes, sir!” Feng Yue replied respectfully.

Before long, Feng Yue hurriedly returned: "Your Highness, Consort Shen has returned to the East Courtyard."

He paused, then added, "Consort Su has woken up."

"woke up?"

"Yes, they are currently enjoying the cool air by the pond in the courtyard," Feng Yue said, carefully observing his master's expression.

"To cool off?" Murong Jing raised an eyebrow slightly.

Seeing this, Feng Yue quickly explained, "Your Highness, do not worry. Qinghe is guarding him every step of the way, and there are three hundred elite soldiers guarding outside the West Garden. Consort Su has no way to escape!"

Murong Jing's eyes remained calm. He rested his hand on the armrest of his wheelchair and said slowly, "It's getting late. Let the guests leave. Let's go to the West Garden."

Go to Xiyuan?

Feng Yue was surprised.

Consort Su was caught after running away from her arranged marriage, while Consort Shen was a legitimate bride who had married into the family. Logically, Consort Shen should have gone to Consort Shen's East Courtyard.

But he dared not ask any more questions, and could only instruct Steward Luo to arrange for the guests to take their leave, and then pushed his master toward the West Garden.

Upon reaching the front of Huangfeng Courtyard, Murong Jing lightly raised his hand, and Feng Yue tacitly stepped aside.

The gates of Huangfeng Garden were wide open, welcoming the gentle caress of the breeze.

Su Mowan had just returned from a walk by the lotus pond in the courtyard and was already exhausted.

She was both hungry and tired, and was currently lying on the table with her eyes closed, trying to rest.

Seeing Su Mowan's appearance, Qinghe was about to close the window to prevent her from catching a cold from the night breeze.

But in the instant she turned around, she discovered the prince sitting outside the door.

This unexpected surprise made her gasp involuntarily.

"The Prince has arrived?"

Qinghe's voice was filled with surprise, but also a hint of trepidation.

This exclamation was like a thunderclap, instantly waking Su Mowan from her daze.

She suddenly raised her head, sat up straight, and quickly glanced towards the door.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still.

Murong Jing sat upright outside the door, like a banished immortal stepping out of a painting.

He was dressed in a bright red suit, which made his skin look like jade and his eyes like cold stars.

Those deep, dark eyes, though tinged with coldness, possessed an irresistible allure.

The two locked eyes, neither willing to look away easily.

Su Mowan showed no stage fright, instead looking directly at Murong Jing with curiosity and a sense of challenge in her eyes.

Suddenly, Murong Jing raised his arm slightly.

Feng Yue understood immediately and gave Qinghe a wink, signaling her to leave quickly.

Su Mowan narrowed her eyes.

Why are they in such a hurry to clear the place? Are they coming to settle scores with me?

She was not afraid of Murong Jing.

After all, what threat could a person in a wheelchair pose?

Just as Su Mowan hesitated about whether to approach the disabled prince, Murong Jing made his move.

With a flick of his sleeves, he created a gust of wind.

By the time Su Mowan came to her senses, Murong Jing, wheelchair and all, had already nimbly crossed the threshold and landed steadily inside the house.

That lightness skill is truly divine!

Although Su Mowan was amazed, she did not dare to be careless.

Those bright eyes scanned the surroundings, her spirits tightened, and she adopted a guarded posture.