MCSCPM -Chapter 201 Bold Maniac

At this moment, Chu Jingcheng had already entered the private residence. He was worried about Yin Qingyue. Although she was quick, she had no martial arts skills. On the other hand, Shangguan Jiaoran was not only fast but also skilled in combat—after all, she was the daughter of a general.

He had confidence in Yin Qingyue; she wouldn’t be at a disadvantage. Still, he couldn’t help feeling concerned.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he heard the cracking sounds of a whip. Shangguan Jiaoran was swinging a whip, aiming at Yin Qingyue.

Yin Qingyue made a nimble sidestep and safely dodged the strike.

“Today, I’ll teach you a proper lesson! Besides enchanting people, what else can you do?” Shangguan Jiaoran was furious. She had actually dodged her! Moreover, all the previous strikes she had aimed at Yin Qingyue had missed.

This woman… she must be able to charm people!

With that thought, Shangguan Jiaoran swung her whip again, aiming at her.

But at that moment, Chu Jingcheng stepped forward in a few strides, raised his hand, and grabbed the red whip.

“Miss Shangguan, take a good look—whose territory is this?” Chu Jingcheng rotated his wrist, pulling the red whip from her hands.

“Prince Jing, so you really are here.” Shangguan Jiaoran felt jealous. He was using force because of this woman. She, the proud daughter of a great general, could she really not compare to this woman?

In the end, it was only her appearance that was inferior! Weren’t the women brought back supposed to be ugly? How could she look so beautiful?

Still, Shangguan Jiaoran was always proud. Even feeling jealous, she wouldn’t let the man she liked see it.

“I’m telling you, you have no right to enter here. Leave immediately.”

Shangguan Jiaoran lifted her head arrogantly. “I’m not leaving today. I want to see exactly how capable you are, Prince Jing.”

Chu Jingcheng snorted lightly. “Oh? You want to make trouble?”

“So what if I want to make trouble? I came today to deal with this enchantress.” Shangguan Jiaoran glared fiercely at Yin Qingyue, who was being blocked by Chu Jingcheng.

“Miss Shangguan, I don’t want to repeat myself. Take your whip and leave.” Chu Jingcheng tossed the whip back to her.

Shangguan Jiaoran’s face turned green with anger. She knew she wouldn’t get anything out of this encounter with Prince Jing today. She glared at Yin Qingyue, “Enchantress! Tell me, who are you? What did you give Prince Jing to take?”

Being called an “enchantress” sounded ominous to Yin Qingyue. She suddenly smiled, thinking of a clever way to get this woman to leave.

“Medicine? I gave Prince Jing… a medicine containing special feelings.”

“Feelings… medicine?” A teasing smirk appeared on Chu Jingcheng’s face. When did Yin Qingyue start speaking like this?

“Miss Shangguan, Prince Jing only has eyes for me. If you continue like this, you’ll only embarrass yourself.”

“You… shameless! How can there be a woman like you?” Shangguan Jiaoran gritted her teeth.

“But Prince Jing just happens to like it.” Yin Qingyue said, then looked at Chu Jingcheng with deep affection. She reached out to touch his face and asked in a teasing, ambiguous tone, “How about it? Doesn’t Prince Jing like it?”

Chu Jingcheng looked at her. Today she was different—she actually touched his face. In Beihao Kingdom, no one had dared to be this bold. Yet now… he liked it.

“I do like it,” he said, taking her hand and placing it in his embrace.

Yin Qingyue smiled and leaned into Prince Jing’s arms, glancing at Shangguan Jiaoran with a proud expression. “Miss Shangguan, you won’t get anything here. In my opinion, being an enchantress isn’t so bad.”

“You… shameless!” Shangguan Jiaoran was furious. Seeing the two of them acting so intimately in front of her, she had no face left.

“Today I’m unlucky, but I’ll remind you, enchantress, a rustic girl is no match for Prince Jing. The legitimate bride is me, Shangguan Jiaoran.” With that, she stormed off in resentment.

Outside the residence, Leng Feng repeatedly apologized for his mistakes.

“Miss, don’t worry. I’ll take responsibility. Just don’t be sad and don’t do anything foolish. I’m straightforward and bold; I always take responsibility.”

Ding Ying shook her head. “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have held onto you. You don’t need to take responsibility.”

Of course, Ding Ying’s heart was thinking of Prince Jing, but his words earlier had made her sad. To him, she was invisible.

Leng Feng nervously broke into cold sweat. Just as he was about to say more, he saw Shangguan Jiaoran storming out in anger.

“Jiaoran, what happened?”

Shangguan Jiaoran didn’t feel like talking, just glared at Leng Feng.

“Ding Ying, let’s go.” She pulled Ding Ying and left.

Leng Feng watched helplessly, his heart in turmoil. He had kissed Ding Ying and felt guilty—but she hadn’t let go. This was going to be a huge problem.

Inside the residence, as soon as Shangguan Jiaoran left, Yin Qingyue quickly pushed Prince Jingcheng away, but he immediately pulled her back into his arms.

“What’s the matter? I just stood up for you. Shouldn’t you thank me?”

“Who asked you to do it?”

“Is that so? But with your actions just now, I want Miss Shangguan to come every day.”

“Fine, then have her come every day! I’ll see whether she causes trouble for me or for you.” She pushed him away and casually glanced at him as she headed toward the kitchen.

This woman… how dare she speak to him like this! But she was right—if Shangguan Jiaoran came every day, it would disturb their private time.

In the kitchen, Mei’er was preparing medicine, unaware of the commotion in the courtyard.

“Miss, why are you here? You should rest. I can handle it.”

“I just wanted to see if the medicine is ready. It’s been several hours.”

“It’s ready, Miss. You should rest. I’ll bring it to you.” Mei’er set aside her fan and poured the medicine into a bowl.

At that moment, Chu Jingcheng entered. Lately, Yin Qingyue had been preparing medicine almost daily.

“What’s wrong with your body? Why aren’t you better? You’re always making medicine. Is it a health issue?” he asked, concerned.

Yin Qingyue replied, “The medicine is good. Drinking more won’t hurt.”

She didn’t want to explain further. She was only suspicious of the mind-reading ability. Previously, she had read Chu Jingcheng’s thoughts of wanting to kill her—but then… nothing. Something must be wrong with the mind-reading ability, likely due to unstable constitution.

Chu Jingcheng didn’t doubt her. He only worried about her health.

“Tomorrow, I’ll send the best herbs over. At this rate, it will affect future childbirth.”

Yin Qingyue looked at him. “Who said anything about childbirth?”

“You are mine now. Naturally, I want you healthy.”

“Rogue.” She was speechless. To keep her healthy just to bear children for him? Too sudden to process.

Chu Jingcheng smiled triumphantly and, ignoring Mei’er, pulled her into his embrace.

“Don’t forget—just a nod from me, and no woman in Beihao could refuse me. Yet you stripped me and took my silver. What do you think should be done?”

Though there were many women in the world, he only wanted Yin Qingyue—even if it cost everything.

Yin Qingyue struggled, glanced at Mei’er, and said, “What do you mean, ‘what should be done’? Let go of me!”

Mei’er, being perceptive, blushed and set the medicine aside. “Miss, I’ve placed the medicine here. Remember to drink it.” Then she bowed her head and left.

Once Mei’er was gone, Yin Qingyue struggled harder to push Chu Jingcheng away, but he held her firmly.

“Looking at you like this, I really want to kiss you.”

“Chu Jingcheng, don’t act like a rogue.”

He smiled. “I insist.” He lowered his head, gently kissing her forehead like a delicate dragonfly on water.

Yin Qingyue shivered. She didn’t dislike the feeling, but her mind was still hesitant.

Just as she tried to lift her head to push him away, Chu Jingcheng held her tighter and kissed her when she moved.

Bold maniac! Yin Qingyue cursed him in her heart.

In broad daylight, here in the kitchen… if anyone saw this, it would be intoxicating.

But his fiery lips were impossible to push away. Her body was tightly held, and struggling was useless.

The kiss was overwhelming. Yin Qingyue bit him—hard. There was bleeding, but it didn’t stop her.

“Yin Qingyue, you truly are an enchantress. You’ve bitten me again and again.” He frowned.

His words sounded like a scolding, but in his heart, he liked it.

“Serves you right,” Yin Qingyue shot him a glance and turned to take the medicine Mei’er prepared, leaving the kitchen without looking back.

“You know, I like your temper,” Chu Jingcheng murmured, watching her back.

At this moment, Leng Feng wanted to enter to find Prince Jing, but Mei’er stopped him.

“You better not go in.”

“Why? I have something important to tell Prince Jing. Don’t stop me!” Leng Feng acted desperate.

“You better not go in. My Miss and Prince Jing are discussing matters!”

Leng Feng couldn’t understand. Prince Jing did everything for her, yet Yin Qingyue didn’t appreciate it. But she couldn’t delay his matters either.

“I’ll go in myself!” He pushed past Mei’er and entered—just in time to see Prince Jingcheng coming from the kitchen.

Seeing Chu Jingcheng, Leng Feng’s face looked like it was carved with grief. “Prince Jing, I admit my mistake.”

“You have the nerve to speak! Didn’t you know Yin Qingyue had no martial arts skills? And you stood outside wandering with that woman? I should punish you,” Prince Jingcheng said sternly.

“Miss Shangguan tried to go in just now, but that woman held me back. I had no choice!”

“That’s your own fault. I’ll punish you by making you marry her!” Prince Jingcheng said, his face darkening.

Leng Feng panicked. He had indeed kissed Ding Ying, so he had to take responsibility. But marrying her now—wasn’t that too hasty?

“Prince Jing, this won’t do! You’re not even married yet. How can I marry her?”