Dressed as a concubine instead of a concubine

Mu Ziyang is more straightforward, but not stupid. He understands what Meng Xiyue means.

Nan Rongwan's identity is not something that can be killed just because someone wants to. Not to mention that she has countless secret guards around her, even her maid knows martial arts. It is impossible to kill her.

Especially it is impossible to kill her openly.

Seeing that he was listening attentively, Meng Xiyue continued.

"I know you are furious now and just want justice, but have you forgotten your original plan?"

Mu Ziyang frowned. He had never been willing to marry Nan Rongwan, but for the safety of the Xiang family, he had to obey.

He thought that if the eldest prince ascended the throne, he would never be able to get rid of Nan Rongwan for the rest of his life. If he supported the crown prince, then after the crown prince ascended the throne, he would use his merits to ask the crown prince to cancel his engagement with Nan Rongwan.

This was the plan he came up with at first, but he underestimated Nan Rongwan's ruthlessness.

"But now the Xiang family has been harmed by her like this, I have to avenge this."

From this moment on, he and Nan Rongwan were at war to the death.

"Revenge must be taken, but if you act rashly, not only will you fail to take revenge, but even Xiang Ling will be implicated by you."

The only person Mu Ziyang is afraid of now is Xiang Ling.

"Brother Mu, Xiang Ling is not afraid of death, but we must take revenge before we can die."

Xiang Ling had long lost the motivation to live, but the thought of revenge was still supporting her.

She was willing to die with Mu Ziyang, but what was more important was that she could kill Nan Rongwan with her own hands.

"Okay, Brother Mu, bear with it for a while."

Mu Ziyang closed his eyes in pain. He was useless. He had fame, wealth and honor, but he didn't even have the ability to redress the grievances for his master.

He originally wanted to become the top scholar in the imperial examination, marry Xiang Ling'er, and repay the Xiang family for raising him.

But in the end, he caused them to die in the fire, and he could do nothing to stop the murderer beside him.

"Xiang Ling, I am sorry for you and Master."

"It's not your fault. I just want to know that Brother Mu is still the same Brother Mu."

Although she had always believed in him in her heart, it was not until this moment that she was sure that she was not alone.

She didn't love the wrong person.

Meng Xiyue looked at the two people hugging each other, knowing that they hadn't seen each other for a long time and had a lot to say, so she turned and left, leaving them space.

It was not until late at night that Mu Ziyang left the restaurant.

When he returned to the princess's mansion, the housekeeper hurried over.

"My Lord, you are back. The princess has been waiting for you to have dinner for an hour."

Mu Ziyang glanced at him and said coldly, "Tell the princess to eat by herself. I have already eaten and will go back to my room to rest."

After saying that, Mu Ziyang returned to his room. Just as he was about to lie down, he heard hurried footsteps outside the door.

Then, the door was violently pushed open.

"Mu Ziyang, do you still take this princess seriously?"

Nan Rongwan's beautiful yet fierce face appeared before his eyes.

Mu Ziyang clenched his fists and suppressed the hatred in his heart, "Princess, you are worrying too much. I am just too tired."

Nan Rongwan smelled the alcohol and rouge on him, frowned and asked in a cold voice.

"Tired? This princess hasn't asked you yet. You didn't go to the Imperial Academy all day today. Where did you go?"

"I went there..." Mu Ziyang raised his eyes to look at her and slowly uttered two words, "brothel."

"What, you dare to go to a brothel?" Nan Rongwan widened her eyes. In her heart, Mu Ziyang was as pure as a piece of white paper. Apart from his fiancée, he had never had contact with any other woman.

No one expected that he would go to a brothel just five days after their marriage.

"Yes, the brothel is really nice. The courtesans there are charming, gentle and considerate..."

Mu Ziyang described it with a smile, and his words were full of praise.

Nan Rongwan suppressed her anger and asked, "Who took you there?"

"Who is it? Let me think." Mu Ziyang said drunkenly, "It seems to be the son of the Minister of Rites, Shen Guang."

"Yes, it's Shen Guang. He said he would take me to a gentle place. That's great. I want to thank him very much."

"Shen Guang?" Nan Rongwan's eyes flashed with ruthlessness, and she ordered in a cold voice, "Go to the Shen family and ask Minister Shen to discipline his son. Tell him that if he dares to take the prince consort to that dirty place again, I will break his legs."

"Yes." The maid behind her immediately took the order and went out.

No one noticed that when she gave the order, the corners of Mu Ziyang's mouth curled up slightly.

When Nan Rongwan looked at him again, he returned to his previous indifference.

Nan Rongwan looked at his face that made her love and hate him at the same time, and couldn't help but sigh.

She walked forward, took out a handkerchief, and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"My dear Prince Consort, this princess likes your purity and innocence, please don't taint it."

"So what if I've been defiled? Will the princess throw me out of the palace like she does with other concubines?"

Mu Ziyang looked at her and asked coldly.

Nan Rongwan was stunned at first, then smiled, "The Prince Consort is jealous. You know, you are different from them. This princess is your wife."

Hearing her say this, Mu Ziyang snorted coldly.

"What's the difference? A mistress with status?"

Faced with his questioning, Nan Rongwan did not feel the slightest bit displeased, but instead felt delighted.

She likes to see men fighting for her. She says that no man in the world can escape from her palm as long as she wants.

"This princess is devoted to her husband. For your sake, I will send those people away and never see them again. Is that okay?"

Mu Ziyang was silent for a moment and asked again.

"Where did you send the Xiang family's people?"

Seeing that he was still thinking about the Xiang family, Nan Rongwan's expression, which had just improved, turned cold again.

"You still want to find your fiancée? Have you forgotten what you promised me?"

"I have married the princess now, and I dare not have any other thoughts. It's just that the Xiang family has done me a favor, and I want to see them one last time and give them some compensation, which can also be regarded as repaying their kindness."

Mu Ziyang spoke frankly, a trace of guilt flashed in Nan Rongwan's eyes, and she said in a flattering manner.

"Don't worry, your benefactor is my benefactor. Before I sent them away, I gave them a large sum of money, enough for them to have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of their lives."

"Really?" Mu Ziyang looked up at her and asked seriously.

Nan Rongwan raised her eyebrows, "Of course it's true. This princess still has this little bit of silver. As long as the prince consort is obedient, they will be able to live a safe and prosperous life for the rest of their lives."

Hearing her say this, Mu Ziyang's heart sank again.

How can a person, after killing someone, still calmly say words to keep them safe?

In her eyes, human life does not matter at all.