The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady

Looking at Murong Xue’s sullen face with a subtle smile, Ouyang Shaochen said in a casual way, “I guess!”

With anger blazing in her eyes, Murong raised her arms and hit Ouyang fiercely. “How could you do that?” Ouyang must have seen her naked when changing the underwear for her.

“Your clothes were all sodden. I couldn’t leave you sleeping in the wet underwear.” Ouyang took a glance at her casually. The disdainful look in his eyes made Murong even angrier and hit Ouyang harder. “You could have asked a maid to change clothes for me.”

But he did that on his own. Was he unaware of it that men and women should keep distance? Murong was so pissed off.

As she hit Ouyang mercilessly with anger blazing in her eyes, Ouyang felt the pain on the chest and shoulders. Raising his eyebrows, Ouyang looked at Murong and said blandly with a light smile, “I didn’t change clothes for you. I just dried them with internal power.”

“Really?” Murong held her hands and looked down only to see a pink lotus on the corner of her white underwear, which was the same one she wore yesterday.

Ouyang should have told her earlier. What a waste of her anger!

With an piercing gaze at Ouyang, Murong instantly set her mind at ease. She put down her arms and asked casually, “What time is it?”

Ouyang took a look at the hourglass and answered blandly, “Around 6.”

It was still early!

Murong nodded and thought for a while before she looked up at Ouyang and said happily, “Can you teach me to utilize internal power?”

Ever since Murong traversed to the ancient times, she had suffered from various kinds of poison and made some enemies who might poison her anytime. Internal power could exorcise these lethal poison. If Murong was able to utilize internal power, it could no longer hurt her.

“Anyone suffering from pathogenic typhoid cannot utilize internal power,” Ouyang said word by word with a complicated gaze at Murong.

Murong asked in a daze, “Why?”

“Because typhoid can devour every bit of internal power you utilize,” Ouyang said blandly with a solemn look.

Being speechless, Murong looked up at the sky and sighed at the thought that the typhoid could devour internal power. She used to think it just attacked her regularly and would vanish a while later, but beyond her expectations, typhoid had an awful side effect that it could stop her from internal power cultivation. “Then teach me Qing Kung!”

If she got poisoned again, she could escape at the fastest speed with Qing Kung.

“Qing Kung needs internal power. Without it, you can’t utilize it easily,” Ouyang said blandly with a compassionate gaze at her.

Anger blazed in Murong’s bright eyes. Damn it! Typhoid not only made her suffer but also was the barrier for her to learn martial skills. How unfortunate she was!

“Do you remember how you got the pathogenic typhoid?” Ouyang fixed his solemn gaze on Murong.

She was in a daze. Ever since she reached Qingyan, the only thing she cared about was to defeat enemies. She never gave it a thought about how she got the pathogenic typhoid in the first place.

In fact, Murong got the pathogenic typhoid ten years ago when she was only four. It was so conscienceless of the man to have poisoned a four-year-old kid.

What exactly happened to the four-year-old Murong?

When Murong struggled to recall something, some vague memory suddenly welled up in her mind and tried hard to reappear.

Murong Xue, the pathogenic typhoid…

Murong incessantly felt sharp pain in the brain as if a needle kept pricking it. Suddenly, a cold voice rang in her mind, “You must be Murong Yue’s daughter! Excellent! I’ve got you a gift, the pathogenic typhoid. Don’t blame me. This is all because of your identity as Murong Yue’s daughter.”

What did he mean?

When Murong tried hard to recall what had happened with a tight frown, she felt as if numerous needles were pricking her brain fiercely.

Prostrated by the sharp pain, she gritted her teeth and buried her head in her arms when beads of perspiration formed on her forehead. A demoniac voice rang off and on in her ears, “You’re Murong Yue’s daughter. You deserve it. This is your fate. You can’t blame anyone.”

“Xue, stop thinking. Stop it.” When Ouyang held her by the waist and wrapped her in his arms, he could feel her body trembling slightly in huge pain.

Suddenly, Ouyang’s pupils dilated, and a piercing look flashed in his eyes. When patting Murong on the back, Ouyang comforted her softly, “Let bygones be bygones. Don’t think about it. What matters is that you’re alright.”

As a clear voice rang gently, Murong came to her senses and the pain vanished gradually. She shot a piercing gaze at Ouyang when she said, “It’ nothing coincident that I got the typhoid!”

“I know!” Ouyang nodded with a meaningful look. The pathogenic typhoid had strong effects and was limited in quantity. No one would use it randomly. The one who poisoned a four-year-old girl with it must have a special purpose.

It was really cruel and evil of the man to have poisoned a four-year-old girl in order to realize his purpose.

“The guy said a few tough words when poisoning me. He must be an enemy of my father’s,” Murong said in a low voice, looking sullen. It was hard to tell where the man was from judging from his weird accent. Murong Yue had killed many generals of enemy states at war, so Murong couldn’t figure out who was the most likely to revenge on her.

“Never mind. We’ll find him out, though it might take some time,” Ouyang said with a meaningful look. He would definitely find the man out and tear him apart!

“Um!” Murong nodded, leaning against Ouyang’s chest. It was really vicious of the man to have tortured Murong by the poison instead of taking her life directly.

“Your Highness, Heir Ouyang, Prefect Duan requests an interview!” Wuhen suddenly reported respectfully outside the room.