Chapter 40: Murong Xi Moves Back In

If she claimed not to remember, wouldn't that expose her identity? She feigned a sudden realization and said, "Oh, I remember now. Naturally, I haven't forgotten the agreement between us."

She thought this would quell his anger, but he only glared at her with even greater fury. "Your Highness, you answer so flippantly that I suspect you didn't remember at all; you are simply trying to welch on our deal."

His gaze was as if he wanted to devour her alive, which deeply annoyed Yun Qinge. Losing all patience for this charade, she let out a cold snort. "Since you have married into my Princess Manor, you are mine in life and mine in death. I am your wife; do I not have the right to dispose of the belongings in your room?"

"In your dreams! One day, I will leave this place openly. The world is vast, and there will surely be a place for me, Murong Xi." Her words were like a spark to the powder keg in Murong Xi's heart. He never imagined she would say something so utterly shameless; she truly intended to keep him under her thumb.

Seeing him enraged gave Yun Qinge an indescribable sense of satisfaction. Ever since she had transmigrated, the servants around her treated her like a ferocious beast. She had been framed, imprisoned, and subjected to dozens of assassination attempts. If not for her martial arts skills and the protection of Xiangcao, she would have long since lost her head. Even her own husband harbored ulterior motives; they were all treacherous and rotten to the core. Since they refused to listen to reason, she would no longer be kind. She had no interest in enduring this inexplicable hostility over and over again.

"So what if I took your things? You don't even live in the Princess Manor. You belong to me, let alone those trinkets." She seemed like a different person; the gentle tone from moments ago was replaced by an icy aura that made everyone feel as though they had been plunged into a freezing cellar.

"From the beginning until now, you’ve just been toying with me, haven't you? Your Highness, our agreement means nothing, does it...?" Murong Xi's voice trembled. A gasp rippled through the crowd, for Young Master Xi had reached out to grip the Princess's shoulders. Was he courting death?

He forced her to look at him, and she complied, meeting his eyes without a hint of fear. In that twilight hour, bathed in the dim, golden light, he stood there in fine robes and dark hair. Though his face was unsightly, he radiated a sorrowful air of impending doom. She found the man’s eyes as breathtakingly beautiful as river pebbles, yet the flickering grief within them was something she could not fathom. Just what had her predecessor done to him to make him despise her to such an extent?

What could have caused such a desolate and mournful aura...?

"Enough." Moqi Haoyu could bear it no longer. He stepped forward to separate them, shielding Yun Qinge behind him. "Young Master Xi, the Princess has a wound on her shoulder. You are hurting her."

Upon hearing this, Murong Xi looked at Yun Qinge's shoulder and indeed saw white silk wrapped beneath her red gauze, with blood seeping through. He cast a complex glance at her; in his rage, he hadn't noticed her injury, and his grip must have reopened the wound.

She hadn't uttered a single sound—what immense endurance she possessed. The man turned his head away, a flash of guilt crossing his face. Though the thought of his dowry and possessions still pained him, he said, "Very well. Since the Princess claims that because I do not live in the manor, she may dispose of my belongings as she pleases, I shall move back in starting tomorrow. I ask that the Princess no longer touch my things."