HRPM – Chapter 139 The Fiery Princess (2)

“You dare call me a shrew? You wretched bitch!” Princess Muyun had a fiery temper, like a firecracker that ignited at the slightest spark.

Without caring where she was, she rushed forward and, without hesitation, slapped Yang Ruoyao across the face.

The sharp, resounding smack instantly silenced the surroundings. Everyone turned to watch the scene unfolding between the two women.

Yang Ruoyao’s eyes, like clear autumn waters, quickly filled with tears. They rolled down like broken pearls as she sobbed softly—evoking sympathy from all who saw and heard her.

The onlookers began criticizing Princess Muyun while expressing pity for Yang Ruoyao.

Even the three princes, who had been signing autographs nearby, were drawn over by the commotion.

“Ruoyao, how are you? Does it still hurt?”

Xiao Che came over and, seeing that half of Yang Ruoyao’s face was already swollen, felt a surge of heartache. He held her shoulders, trying to comfort her.

At the same time, he turned to Muyun and angrily rebuked her: “Muyun, how can you just go around hitting people?”

Being shouted at by Xiao Che, Muyun immediately felt wronged.

“So what if I hit her? She deserved it! I’ve long wanted to smack that crooked mouth of hers. This wretch harmed my sister and still pretends to be pitiful. Brother-in-law, how can you defend her like this?”

Hearing Muyun mention his deceased Fifth Consort, Xiao Che felt a trace of guilt, and his tone softened slightly. “Muyun, stop making a scene. Your sister’s death has nothing to do with Ruoyao. Don’t keep imagining things all day—listening to gossip and jumping to conclusions. Your sister died because of me. If I had firmly refused to marry her back then, she wouldn’t have met this fate.”

“I’m not making things up! Why is it that my sister and your four consorts all died so mysteriously? It must be this woman—jealous, secretly harming them. I’ll find evidence sooner or later!”

“That’s enough, Muyun. If you keep spouting nonsense, I won’t go easy on you either.” Seeing her words becoming more and more outrageous, Xiao Che’s temper flared, and his patience wore thin.

Yang Ruoyao shook her head gently, tugging at Xiao Che’s hand, urging him not to be angry.