Quick Transmigration Hoarding: My Selfishness Leads to a Killing Frenzy

Chapter 223 The Ungrateful Prince (Part 4)

Qingmo did not specifically inquire about the Eleventh Prince.

In this ancient era, her status was neither particularly high nor low, unless she faked her death and went to live her own life.

Otherwise, she'll still have to get married, no matter who she marries. If she likes someone, she'll keep them; if she doesn't, she'll inherit their estate. It's no big deal.

Qingmo didn't inquire, but her father still cared about her. Although the marriage was settled and the imperial decree could not be disobeyed, he still needed to know the necessary information.

For example, why did the emperor suddenly bestow a marriage upon someone? Was there a deeper meaning behind it?

The father then called Qingmo to his study, and the two spoke alone.

"Qing'er, regarding the matter of the bestowed marriage, I specifically asked someone to inquire. It was the eleventh prince who took the initiative to mention it to His Majesty, specifically asking to marry you, saying that he was in love with you. Although His Majesty does not favor this prince, he is still his own son, so he still agreed to it."

“Father, it doesn’t matter to me. It doesn’t matter who I marry. I want to be a high-ranking lady, not someone’s wife.”

"I am very pleased that my son thinks this way. However, being a prince's consort is not an easy task. If the eleventh prince has no ambition, that's fine. But if he covets that position, I'm afraid my Ministry of Rites will not be able to remain uninvolved. In that case, I'm afraid..."

Qingmo sneered: "Father, rest assured, no matter what, I will keep an eye on my husband. In the end, he is just an unfavored prince. I have plenty of ways to deal with him."

Minister Ouyang was even more melancholy. These were the words spoken by his usually gentle and considerate eldest daughter.

"Qing'er, if you really don't want to marry, your father can ask the Emperor to rescind his decree. You don't have to wrong yourself. Even if you are reprimanded by the Emperor, it doesn't matter. My daughter is worthy of the best man in the world."

These words made Qingmo look at Minister Ouyang with new respect. Perhaps in her previous life, if the original owner hadn't been afraid of implicating the Minister's family and had chosen to swallow her anger alone, she wouldn't be in this situation.

Uh! Never mind, it seems like telling her father wouldn't make a difference.

Power is a good thing; a higher rank can crush a lower one. It might help the original owner escape suffering, or it might just cost the entire clan their lives. The original owner simply didn't want to gamble on that possibility.

"I do, Father. Your daughter will live better than anyone else, so please rest assured."

Minister Ouyang tenderly stroked Qingmo's head, tears welling in his eyes. His daughter had finally grown up and was beginning to think of her father. How could he not be gratified?

Clear foam: ...

Father, is it possible that you're just overthinking things?

The Minister's Mansion was preparing Qingmo's dowry, and the Eleventh Prince's Mansion was also preparing for the wedding. Only Qingmo lay on a recliner every day reading storybooks, with Jinzhu serving her by her side.

To be honest, she, an old monster who had lived for countless years, had absolutely no feelings about getting married.

Eat and drink as you please, don't worry about anything, since someone else will take care of everything, she can just lie back and relax.

On the day of the wedding, as expected, Qingmo married into the Eleventh Prince's residence as scheduled.

On her wedding night, Qingmo sat quietly in the bridal chamber, her head covered by a red veil.

Mu Jingyan dismissed them and stood in front of Qingmo for a long time without saying a word. Qingmo grew impatient and directly lifted the red veil, raising her eyes to look at the person in front of her.

His face was cold and stern, his eyes deep and penetrating. He was handsome, as few members of the royal family were ugly, except for his eyes, which were rather unpleasant to look at.

"Is Madam so impatient to meet me?" Mu Jingyan's lips curled into a playful smile, but he quickly lowered his eyes, seemingly not wanting Qingmo to see the expression in his eyes.

Qingmo said coldly, "Didn't His Highness specifically request to marry me? Otherwise, as an unfavored prince like Your Highness, I have never even heard of you."

Upon hearing this, Mu Jingyan laughed instead of getting angry, and said, "Hehe, Madam is truly intelligent and quick-witted. Does this mean even you look down on me? No matter how unfavored I am, I am still a prince. Madam, you are quite bold to speak like this."

For some reason, Qingmo felt an inexplicable sense of disgust listening to Mu Jingyan speak; this person was truly unlikable.

Qingmo shook her head and slapped him across the face. Did he really think that just because there are so many people in the world, any bird could act tough in front of her?

Mu Jingyan was stunned after being hit. He did not expect this woman to be so bold as to lay a hand on a prince.

"Ouyang Ruoxue, are you insane? Who gave you the audacity to lay a hand on me, the prince? Do you think this is still the Minister's residence? Come here..."

Before he could finish speaking, a series of loud slaps rang out. Qingmo slapped him more than a dozen times in a row. When she stopped, Mu Jingyan's face was red and swollen, with clear finger marks.

"How annoying." Shaking her wrist, Qingmo leisurely lay back on the couch, ignoring Mu Jingyan.

"Do you think I wouldn't dare do anything to you?" Mu Jingyan said through gritted teeth.

Qingmo snorted disdainfully, "You can try it and see who ends up unlucky. Now, get out and kneel down. This grandma wants to sleep."

Mu Jingyan naturally wouldn't be so obedient. By this time, the guests in the front hall had all left, and there were no outsiders in the prince's residence, so he didn't need to worry about anything.

"Guards! The Crown Princess has committed insubordination and attempted to harm me! Arrest her! I'm going to teach her a lesson about the proper conduct of a wife."

No sooner had he finished speaking than several guards pushed open the door and entered, intending to attack Qingmo, but they were easily beaten by Qingmo.

On this joyous night, she didn't want to see blood, otherwise these people's lives would be in danger.

"Rebellion! Rebellion! You're all useless idiots! Guards! Guards! Seize the Crown Princess! I, the Prince, will reward you handsomely!" Mu Jingyan was so angry that his veins bulged, and he stared at Qingmo with a cold gaze.

A group of guards filed in. Since the prince had spoken, they no longer held back and drew their swords, rushing towards Qingmo.

Qingmo just smiled and moved like lightning, quickly disappearing into the crowd. In no time, everyone was lying on the ground, not getting up. "Don't worry, they're not dead, they're not dead. Our Sister Qing said she won't kill anyone today."

Seeing this scene, Mu Jingyan almost lost his composure, and the resentment in his eyes almost materialized. He coldly said, "You can't be Ouyang Ruoxue. Who are you? What kind of ghost are you?"

"Heh, interesting."

Hearing him say that, Qingmo laughed instead. It was really interesting.