The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

A trace of guilt flashed through Ye Yichen’s eyes, as he said in a low voice, “I’m sorry… ” At that time, he hadn’t realized that the woman he really liked was Murong Xue. If he had known that, he wouldn’t have made any promises to Yuyan.

“I want more than an apology from you,” Qin Yuyan shouted furiously with tears in her eyes.

“But except for the apology, I can give you nothing.” Ye Yichen looked at Qin Yuyan without any emotion in his dark eyes.

“I just want to stay with you!” Qin Yuyan stared at him with imploring eyes, as tears rolled down her cheeks like pearls from a broken string. “I’m willing to be your senior concubine… or inferior concubine… as long as you keep me by your side… ”

“You are the noble young princess of Mo Bei. How can you condescend to be my concubine?” Ye Yichen interrupted her, with sharpness flashing in his eyes.

Qin Yuyan said hastily, “I don’t care. As long as I can be with you, I am willing to give up everything.”

“But I can’t do that.” Ye Yichen looked at her with sharp eyes. She was the favorite daughter of the king of Mo Bei and the most noble fairy maiden in the eyes of people of Mo Bei. Taking her as his concubine was an insult to her.

Qin Yuyan said hurriedly, “If you don’t want to take me as your concubine, just allow me to be your maid…”

Ye Yichen waved his hand and interrupted her. “Say no more.” Then he looked down at her and continued, “I’ll ask the imperial doctor to try his best to cure you. When you feel better, you have to start the journey back to Mo Bei.”

With that, Ye Yichen turned around and was about to leave. Qin Yuyan stretched out her arms and held him tightly. Tears rushed out of her eyes like floodwater bursting the dyke. “Yichen, please, please let me stay…”

Ye Yichen’s eyes darkened, as he said under his breath, “Sorry…” After saying that, he grabbed her wrist and slowly detached her hand from his overcoat with all his strength. Then he turned around and left without looking back at her…

“Yichen!” Looking at his retreating figure, Qin Yuyan cried sadly.

‘How did things come to such a pass? We used to love each other. And in order to be with you, I left my hometown. Yichen, how can you abandon me? I am not willing to accept that. I don’t want to go back to Mo Bei. I will try all means to stay by your side…” she thought to herself.

The bright sunlight shone through the lattice window and bathed Murong Xue in warmth. She was sleeping on the carved bed and feeling warm and comfortable. Suddenly, she let out a sigh of satisfaction and turned over on her side.

“Your left arm has been injured. Don’t rub the wound.” A melodious voice rang in her ear. One arm slipped under her neck, caught her by the shoulder and turned her around.

Murong Xue felt uncomfortable. She frowned in her sleep and turned over again, her left arm underneath her body.

A helpless sigh came from above her head. The very next second, a strong arm wrapped around her waist and picked her up.

Murong Xue was woken up. She knitted her brows with displeasure and said angrily, “Who are you? Why are you bothering me?”

With that, she opened her eyes and met a pair of obsidian-like eyes. Ouyang Shaochen looked at her with affection, his eyes like bottomless black pools, attractive and mysterious.

Suddenly, Murong Xue came back to herself. She instantly sat up and said, “Prince Ouyang, why are you here?” She distinctly remembered that Ouyang Shaochen had gone back to Lord Freedom Mansion after sending her back to her bedroom.

“I’m here to see you,” Ouyang Shaochen said lightly. A trace of helplessness flickered across his black eyes. He knew that she was injured and impossibly woke up early. So he had eaten his breakfast slowly before he came to see her. But he didn’t expect that she would be still sleeping in the bed. What was worse, she almost hurt her left arm again.

Ouyang Shaochen asked, “Are you feeling better today?”