MCSCPM -Chapter 200 A Certain Man Sees

Although Yin Qingyue was skilled in medicine, she knew little of martial arts. Yet, coming from a family of physicians and as the head of the Yin Group, her reflexes and agility naturally exceeded ordinary people.

“Unexpected… you can actually dodge?” Shangguan Jiaoran said with a mocking tone. She realized she had underestimated this woman. Regret stirred within her—she should have learned more martial arts from her father; otherwise, she could have subdued this woman long ago.

“If you want to fight me, there’s no chance. Over time, you’ll exhaust yourself,” Yin Qingyue said calmly.

“You ungrateful wretch! Using just that face to tempt Prince Jing. If I scratch your face, let’s see how you’ll seduce him then,” Shangguan Jiaoran sneered coldly.

In an instant, her whip swung toward Yin Qingyue, yet the latter remained unmoving.

“Where do you think you can escape?”

Shangguan Jiaoran’s whip landed just to Yin Qingyue’s left.

“This time I missed… again!” Shangguan Jiaoran muttered, annoyed. How did she misjudge her aim?

“Don’t run! I’ll whip you to death!” Shangguan Jiaoran said furiously.

“If you have the guts, come at me!” Yin Qingyue sneered. She had been feeling bored living in the villa; a little exercise wouldn’t hurt.

“Look at the whip!”

Crack! The whip struck the floor, leaving a straight mark across the wooden planks.

“You strike hard, yet aim wrong,” Yin Qingyue mocked.

“Can’t I face a real opponent?” Yin Qingyue thought to herself. Even at the Xize palace, there were scheming consorts. But this woman, swinging her whip just a few times, thought she could intimidate her—far too naïve.

“Witch! Don’t run!” Shangguan Jiaoran kept repeating, anger boiling within her.

Meanwhile, outside the mansion…

Leng Feng was still in shock. He had just kissed a girl, and she wouldn’t let go. Lost in thought, he hadn’t noticed Chu Jingcheng walking toward them step by step.

“Leng Feng, you’re not a child anymore. If you like her, just marry her!” Prince Jing said, and only then did Leng Feng come to his senses.

“Your Highness… it’s not like you think. I… I don’t want to marry!” Leng Feng stammered, not knowing what he was saying.

“Where are your hands?” Prince Jing asked pointedly.

Leng Feng quickly released her and said innocently, “Your Highness, you misinterpreted. I’ve said it before: I won’t pursue a woman while you’re unmarried.”

“Must I remain unmarried all my life, and you as well?”

“Of course not… well, yes. Only when Your Highness marries and the little heir is born will I feel at ease,” Leng Feng said with a smile.

“I needn’t concern myself with that. If you like this girl, marry her,” Chu Jingcheng said, half-closing his eyes, thoughtful. He hadn’t expected his subordinate to act first.

Ding Ying looked at Prince Jing, wanting to say, Do you remember me? I’m Ding Ying. We met at the banquet that night. But she only dared think it; she couldn’t speak. The man she admired so much was right in front of her, yet she was in another man’s arms.

She had even been forcibly kissed by Leng Feng—how could she explain this?

“Your Highness, please let me explain. It’s not what you think!” Leng Feng said helplessly.

“I don’t want your explanation. It’s time to marry. I’ll handle it,” Chu Jingcheng said coldly. He understood Leng Feng’s thoughts perfectly.

Normally, Leng Feng often complained; it was time he found a woman to look after himself.

At that moment, Ding Ying wished she could be like Shangguan Jiaoran, boldly telling Chu Jingcheng that she wanted to marry him.

But she didn’t even have the courage to speak.

“Your Highness, I desire women, but not like this,” Leng Feng said helplessly. Clearly, the girl had hugged him first, preventing him from chasing Shangguan Jiaoran.

“If she hadn’t held on, I wouldn’t have kissed her.”

“Enough. You were supposed to guard, yet what are you doing?” Chu Jingcheng’s eyes sharpened.

“I was guarding well before they arrived,” Leng Feng said innocently.

“They? Who else?” Chu Jingcheng’s gaze darkened.

“Your Highness…” Leng Feng finally mustered courage and said, “Miss Shangguan stormed in just now.”

A cold, sharp voice echoed around Leng Feng: “Then why are you still standing here, bullying other girls?”

“Wait, you’ll pay for this!” Chu Jingcheng said, displeased. He didn’t have time to scold Leng Feng here. If Shangguan Jiaoran harmed Yin Qingyue, it would be too late.

“Your Highness, I…” Leng Feng was helpless, unable to explain. Even a hundred mouths couldn’t clear this up!

At that moment, Ding Ying’s face flushed completely. She had only been delaying Jiaoran and hadn’t been harmed.

Leng Feng looked at her helplessly. “Now the Prince will surely punish me.”

“I’m sorry. I caused this,” Ding Ying said, full of grievance, completely forgetting about the forced kiss.

“This isn’t your fault—it’s Shangguan Jiaoran. If she hadn’t gone in, you wouldn’t be here, right?”

“I caused this,” Ding Ying repeated, tears welling in her eyes. She only wished to silently protect Chu Jingcheng, but didn’t want this impression left in his mind.

On their first encounter, she had been “harassed” by his subordinate and lost her first kiss.

Leng Feng looked increasingly helpless. “Don’t cry! I hate seeing women cry. Alright, this is all my fault.”

“I don’t blame you,” Ding Ying said, her shoulders trembling. She hated her own uselessness, failing even to leave a good impression on Prince Jing.

“Don’t worry. I, Leng Feng, take responsibility for my actions. If your reputation is harmed in the future, I’ll restore your honor,” he said.

“You didn’t do anything. I hugged you first,” Ding Ying lowered her head slowly, her cheeks red as fire.

“No, I kissed you first.”

“Miss, don’t misunderstand! Just now, my Prince told me to marry you. I didn’t mean anything by it, and I don’t look down on you. It’s all a misunderstanding!” Leng Feng said helplessly. Today must be a cursed day—how did such misfortune strike him?

“You don’t need to take responsibility. You didn’t do anything,” Ding Ying whispered, her heart in torment.

She couldn’t care for her own feelings at all. Chu Jingcheng’s image was all she could think of.

Her concern wasn’t for her own reputation—after all, this place was secluded, no one would notice—but Chu Jingcheng’s words were clear: If you like her, marry her.

At that moment, she truly realized: to Prince Jing, she was merely a passerby, barely noticed.

And when Chu Jingcheng mentioned Yin Qingyue, his eyes were filled with worry.

Such a look, she had seen in Jiaoran’s eyes. Now, it was in Prince Jing’s eyes too.

“I can only ever be a spectator,” Ding Ying thought sadly.

“Miss, don’t be upset! I’ll take responsibility!” Leng Feng thought, assuming he had bullied her.

He noticed that this girl wasn’t like any woman he had met. Even though wronged, she didn’t speak out, unlike Shangguan Jiaoran, who caused a scene without reason.