Taking the initiative to remarry! The crazy prince is obsessed with me

In the study in the front yard.

A woman in her forties was kneeling on the ground, her face full of fear and trembling.

The attendant Mao Ping said respectfully to Murong Xuan, "Your Highness, we have already found out that it was Aunt Zhou who put drugs in your bird's nest porridge."

While listening to the report from his followers, Murong Xuan slowly picked up the prepared detoxifying soup and drank it in one breath.

There was still some thick black medicine juice on his white and slender fingers. Suddenly, he flicked his wrist, and the medicine bowl smashed to the ground with a bang, scaring the people on the ground and making them tremble.

He leaned back in his chair casually, raised his eyes slightly, and then waved to Aunt Zhou on the ground: "Why are you kneeling so far away?"

Aunt Zhou was shaking like a sieve, looking at the broken porcelain pieces in front of her, but she didn't dare to refuse at all.

After all, she was the one who took care of Murong Xuan as he grew up. Outsiders only knew that this prince was gentle and polite, but she knew how scary he was.

Aunt Zhou knelt over in fear and trepidation. The porcelain pieces dug into her flesh, causing so much pain that her old bones almost broke.

But she was still defending herself, "Your Highness, Your Highness is very perceptive. I just saw that Your Highness has reached adulthood, but is still not interested in women... I am just worried about Your Highness's health..."

Murong Xuan looked at her, his eyes were unusually gentle, yet frightening, and he asked slowly, "Your nephew was transferred from the military camp to the imperial court yesterday. Was it Prince Yao who arranged it for him?"

King Yao is the title of the eldest prince.

Aunt Zhou was terrified. She didn't expect that such a small matter could be investigated clearly in such a short time.

She had to tell the truth, and said tremblingly: "Prince Yao, Prince Yao just saw that my nephew still had some talent... He just... just reminded me to care about His Highness's health..."

Murong Xuan looked at her with a half-smile: "That's it?"

Aunt Zhou kowtowed desperately: "Your Highness, please be wise. I have taken care of you and brought you up. I may be presumptuous to say that I treat you like my own son and I really have no second thoughts about you..."

Murong Xuan remained calm as he spoke slowly, "Tell me. If you tell me, I'll leave you with an intact body."

Aunt Zhou was about to collapse: "What the old slave said is true..."

But before she could finish her words, she suddenly picked up a piece of broken porcelain on the ground, and with a desperate determination, she pounced towards Murong Xuan.

kill him!

Just kill him!

I have made a great contribution, and my entire family will be promoted by His Royal Highness King Yao!

The guards nearby were startled and rushed forward with their swords drawn to stop him, but Murong Xuan casually raised his hand to stop him.

Before the broken porcelain pieces in Aunt Zhou's hand touched Murong Xuan, he grabbed her wrist and broke it with his backhand.

With a scream of "Ah", Aunt Zhou's face was distorted in pain. The broken porcelain pieces fell from between her fingers. Murong Xuan picked them up with his other hand and cut her throat with the porcelain piece without hesitation.

Blood splattered out and Aunt Zhou collapsed to the ground, staring at him with fear on her face until she died.

Murong Xuan threw down the broken porcelain pieces, and warm blood gathered at his fingertips, dripping onto the ground.

pat, pat.

The attendant Mao Ping stood outside the door cautiously, not daring to look. It seemed that His Highness was in a very bad mood today.

Murong Xuan glanced at him calmly, and raised his voice slightly: "Why, are you waiting for me to ask you to come in?"

Mao Ping hurried into the house and said respectfully, "Your Highness, please calm down. I have already set fire to the ancestral hall of Wenyuan Marquis's mansion as you ordered. There will be no peace in the mansion tonight, and no one will pay attention to other things."

"Yes." Murong Xuan waved his hand: "Give him a good burial."

Mao Ping sighed hurriedly and asked someone to come in and carry out Aunt Zhou's body. Even he did not expect that Aunt Zhou would betray His Highness.

Murong Xuan let out a long sigh, leaned back in his chair with his face up, and lowered his eyes to hide his emotions.

He was not surprised at all that King Yao would attack him.

Many things were tacitly approved by his good father.

Take his Prince's Mansion for example. It is not located in the imperial city, but outside the palace where a prince of the previous dynasty lived. When he returned to the capital last year, the emperor said that he had been weak since childhood and this courtyard was for the purpose of nursing a person, so he let him live here. Later, when he was named the Prince, he did not ask him to return to the palace to live.

The East Palace is empty and the Crown Prince is in name only. They are all sons of the Emperor, so who wouldn't have some concerns?

In Bomi's treacherous fight for the throne, even his close wet nurse was able to rebel... Who can he trust around him?

Thinking of this, he felt like there was a fire in his chest that couldn't be vented, making him more and more irritable and impatient.

......I have already taken the antidote, why do I still feel so uncomfortable?

He raised his hand and touched his chest. After a moment, he took out the blood-stained Yuanpa from his chest.

His fingertips stroking the smooth feel of silk reminded him of her skin.

As if possessed by some mysterious force, he called out to Mao Ping: "How is she?"

It was not Mao Ping's first day on duty, so unlike Shuang Ye, who took a while to react, he immediately understood what His Highness meant: "... Your Highness, do you want to go and see the princess?"

......

Murong Xuan stood at the door and paused for a moment.

He thought of those peach blossom eyes that were filled with hatred.

Her wedding night was ruined by him, so it was natural for her to hate him...but he had to ask her opinion on how she was going to live in the future.

When he thought this way, he felt at ease.

So he raised his hand and pushed open the door. As soon as he entered, he saw her leaning in the bathtub, with her eyes closed, motionless.

He couldn't help but feel his eyebrows twitch. Looking at her like this, it was obvious that she was asleep.

So he felt a little more at ease. It seemed that the secret guards in the mansion really didn't know how to serve people. It was a good thing that he came.

He walked straight to the bathtub and was about to wake her up, but he noticed that there seemed to be some residual traces of tears on her face, and his eyes froze immediately.

The candlelight shone from the side, casting a half-bright and half-dark cast on her face. Her face was leaning against the edge of the tub, so he could only see half of her soft yet heroic profile, like a lotus emerging from clear water, naturally without any embellishment.

He looked down unconsciously and saw the graceful figure in the water, like a crabapple tree through the mist.

Seeing a beautiful woman bathing is a visually pleasing experience for men.

Murong Xuan was a normal man, a man who had just started having sex and the love potion had not yet worn off, and the woman in front of him had just had physical contact with him.

Since she was asleep anyway, I couldn't help but watch for a while longer.

In the past, I always thought she looked like a beauty that could bring disaster, but now that I have taken a closer look, I noticed that the corners of her lips seemed to be naturally slightly upturned.

In her dream, she pursed her lips and frowned, seeming to be in great pain and sadness, but because of the slight smile on the corners of her lips, she seemed to have a bit more resilience.

Murong Xuan watched for a while, reached out and touched the water in the bathtub. It was still warm, so he decided to watch for a while longer.

Shen Xiyue in the bathtub seemed to feel something. Her eyelids moved slightly and she slowly opened her eyes.

She vaguely saw a figure swaying in front of her and was immediately startled.

"what--"

She screamed, her feet slipped in panic, and she fell into the water with a splash.

Murong Xuan quickly reached out to grab her.

But Shen Xiyue was so frightened that she thought he was some assassin or bad guy, so she bent her legs and kicked him hard.

There was only a loud "pop" sound.

It was like a slap, and it seemed to have kicked Murong Xuan right in the face.

He groaned.

Shen Xiyue's waving hands just happened to grab the edge of the bucket, and she took the opportunity to steady herself. She emerged from the water and only then could she see Murong Xuan's face clearly.