MCSCPM -Chapter 190 Can Only Strip This King

Inside the General’s Mansion:

“Master, you’re back!” Yun’er said, surprise written all over her face.

“Where’s the young lady?”

“She went to Prince Jing’s mansion right after you entered the palace.”

“That girl really is impatient,” Shangguan Qingyun chuckled.

“Father! You’re back!” A familiar voice called from behind.

“Father, I went to Prince Jing’s mansion early this morning, but I couldn’t see him!” Shangguan Jiaoran said, feeling wronged.

“You, a young girl, rushing off to Prince Jing’s mansion so early—perhaps he was resting!”

“That’s impossible. I went early, waited for hours, and didn’t see him come out. The guards at the gate said he’s not even in the mansion. Could it be intentional? Is Prince Jing not even at his mansion?” Jiaoran frowned, unwilling to accept that he might have spent the night with another woman.

Shangguan Qingyun gently patted her head and smiled. “My silly daughter, is he worth all this? There are plenty of men in the world suitable for you—it doesn’t have to be Prince Jing.”

He couldn’t help feeling helpless at his daughter’s insistence.

The daughter of Beihao’s Grand General—letting herself despair over marriage and cling stubbornly to a single man was hardly wise. If Jiaoran hadn’t been so determined, he wouldn’t have made so many sacrifices.

“No, Father! I will have no one but Prince Jing!” Jiaoran’s eyes were filled with unwavering resolve.

Once she made a decision, she would not give up. And a man as outstanding as Prince Jing? She could never let him go.

“I understand. Father will help you,” Shangguan Qingyun said, though he didn’t tell her that he had already secured the emperor’s promise: a royal edict would eventually formalize their marriage.

Thinking of this, Shangguan Qingyun realized that what he had done was not merely to secure Prince Jing for his daughter, but to win his heart as well.

“Thank you, Father. What did you talk about with His Majesty today?” Jiaoran asked curiously.

“Oh, just some military matters. Your father is old now; it’s time to let go. The world belongs to the young,” Shangguan Qingyun said with a smile, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepening.

“How could that be? Father still wants to see me marry Prince Jing! Besides, Beihao’s realm was built by you—you’ll still be needed in the future!” Jiaoran’s eyes shone.

“If that’s truly the case… it would be good. Your mother passed too early; she wouldn’t have been so fortunate,” Shangguan Qingyun said sadly, guilt filling his heart whenever he thought of Jiaoran’s mother.

In his youth, Shangguan Qingyun had spent much time on the battlefield, rarely with his family. By the time he achieved fame, Jiaoran’s mother had already passed.

“Father, don’t worry. You must believe that Mother is watching us from above and will bless me,” Jiaoran said with a smile.

She knew all that her father had done for her. The only thing she could do in return was to grow stronger, become outstanding, and ensure that her father need not worry about her future marriage.

“Jiaoran, as long as it’s someone you like, Father will fight for it.”

“I know, Father. You must be tired from waking up so early. Go rest; I’ll wake you for breakfast later,” Jiaoran said cheerfully.

“Mm.” With that, Shangguan Qingyun turned and left.

“Miss, you don’t look well. What happened at Prince Jing’s mansion?” Yun’er asked worriedly.

“It’s because last night Prince Jing might have been meeting another woman. This morning I didn’t see him. I’m certain he spent the night at another residence!” Jiaoran’s eyes flashed with anger. The man she liked could not be taken by another woman.

“That can’t be. Prince Jing wouldn’t be that kind of man. He’s always been chaste, never touched a woman—how could he do something shameful?”

Jiaoran snorted coldly. “I never said he would. I’m just curious—what kind of woman could keep Prince Jing away all night?”

“Miss, there’s no evidence that he was gone all night. Perhaps we should wait until he returns. Can’t you wait?” Yun’er said with a smile.

“Of course I can.”

Her father had given a clear promise; he would support her in this matter. Whether someone could win his heart, however, was another story.

“Then we’ll just wait and see,” Jiaoran said with a smile.

Meanwhile, at a private residence in the outskirts of the capital, Yin Qingyue stared at Chu Jingcheng.

“How long do you intend to stay here? Planning to linger indefinitely?”

“This is my residence. Do I not even have the right to live here?” Chu Jingcheng smirked. He loved seeing Yin Qingyue frustrated but powerless.

“Prince Jing of Beihao, after the banquet, stayed out all night. If this spreads to the capital, it could damage your reputation,” Yin Qingyue said, emphasizing reputation.

“Miss Yin, now you care about my reputation? What were you doing before?” Chu Jingcheng squinted, thoughtful. If she hadn’t refused the banquet, he wouldn’t be here.

Last night, Shangguan Jiaoran’s performance had been impressive—but he wasn’t interested. He just wanted to return to his private residence and see Yin Qingyue.

“Prince Jing doesn’t care about reputation, but I do. Some things need not be spoken so plainly. I suggest you return,” Yin Qingyue said, helplessly. She spoke this way intentionally. If the news of his all-night absence spread, it would cause endless trouble. Having just been freed from the troubles of Xize, she at least wanted peace.

“I said what I said. This courtyard, I can stay here as long as I wish.”

Chu Jingcheng’s words immediately darkened Yin Qingyue’s face.

After all, she was a young lady of virtue. In modern terms, being alone under one roof with a man would spark gossip. In ancient times, chastity was paramount—especially with the Prince of Beihao. If this got out, it would be disastrous.

Chu Jingcheng noticed her expression and said, “You have no money. Once you leave this residence, where will you go? Besides me, who do you know? You even have a maid with you. Do you think you can return to Xize?”

Yin Qingyue stayed silent.

“Did I say something wrong? Leaving this residence, you have nowhere to stay. Having no money is the best way to keep you in check,” Chu Jingcheng said, smirking.

Since the day she arrived in Beihao, he had constantly worried she might leave. He wished he could bind her to his side, but she had no choice.

Completely shameless… with all the financial power in his hands, am I doomed to stay here forever? Yin Qingyue thought bitterly.

All her anxieties filled her mind. Staying at this residence wasn’t a permanent solution; eventually, she would face harassment. But the Prince’s intentions were clear—he would not let her leave.

But without money, where could she take Mei’er?

Seeing no reaction from Yin Qingyue, Chu Jingcheng slowly approached her. He grabbed her chin, a mischievous smile curling his lips.

“Even without money, you’re not allowed to scavenger from other men’s clothing. Only…”

Yin Qingyue snorted coldly. “You mean… only from Prince Jing?”

After a pause, Chu Jingcheng’s deep gaze brightened with a smile. “Yes. Only from this king!”

Completely perverted, shameless! Yin Qingyue thought bitterly. To strip his clothes, to go to any lengths to find him… and now it must be him.

Suddenly, laughter came from behind.

Leng Feng looked on in shock, eyes wide. Even the usually stern Leng Yi couldn’t help smiling, but quickly suppressed it.

“I have a report!”

At that moment, Chu Jingcheng froze. For the first time in his life, he felt embarrassed in front of his subordinates. A statement meant for Yin Qingyue alone, and yet they appeared now—what was the intention?

“What report?” Chu Jingcheng said coldly.

“Your Highness, Shangguan Qingyun has arrived at Prince Jing’s mansion, requesting an audience!” Leng Feng said, barely suppressing a laugh. The usually strict prince had turned completely shameless.

“I won’t see him!” Chu Jingcheng said, word by word, filled with authority.

Shangguan Qingyun had ruined his mood—would he really go see him? Preposterous.

Before Leng Feng could finish, Chu Jingcheng grabbed Yin Qingyue’s hand and left the room.

“Your Highness!?” Leng Feng shouted.

Leng Yi immediately blocked him. “The Prince has his own plans.”

To his men, the prince was always calm and precise. But around Yin Qingyue, he was a different man entirely. Even saying things like stripping clothes could come out of his mouth.

“If you ask me, compared to Yin Qingyue, Shangguan Jiaoran is nowhere near her in this aspect,” Leng Feng said with a smile.

“Where’s the young lady?” Mei’er entered, puzzled.

“She went out with the prince,” Leng Feng quickly explained.

“How? Isn’t it time to take her medicine?”

Leng Feng took the medicine bowl from Mei’er’s hand. “Rest assured. The young lady is with the prince. Nothing will happen. They’re probably buying medicinal herbs.”

“Alright. I’ll prepare dinner and eat with her when she returns,” Mei’er said, completely trusting his explanation.

Chu Jingcheng pulled Yin Qingyue along. Her wrist hurt from his strong grip, and she said, “Don’t pull me.”

“What? Are you unwilling to go out with me?” Chu Jingcheng said, displeased. Many women would crave this opportunity.

“I am unwilling,” Yin Qingyue replied bluntly.

“Then what if I insist?” Chu Jingcheng tugged harder, fearing she might try to escape.

Regardless of her willingness, he put her into the carriage.

“I’ll say it again—let go!” Yin Qingyue glared at him. She could no longer tolerate his shamelessness. He was taking her out late at night… what exactly did he intend?

“Behave. I’m taking you shopping. Last time I interrupted your fun; today you’ll buy to your heart’s content,” Chu Jingcheng said, a mischievous smile on his lips.