MCSCPM -Chapter 202 Savage and Arrogant

“How many times have I told you—if I don’t marry, you’ll just follow me for the rest of your life? I don’t want that,” Chu Jingcheng said, deliberately putting on a look of disdain.

“Your Highness, you can’t push me into a pit of fire like this!”

“You’re overthinking it. I’ve already made the decision—what to do next is up to you. Also, tomorrow have someone send over more medicinal herbs. Yin Qingyue’s health doesn’t seem very good,” Chu Jingcheng said, his thoughts immediately drifting back to Yin Qingyue.

For quite some time now, he had seen her constantly brewing and drinking medicine, yet the strength in her hands was still considerable—strong enough even to bite his lips hard.

Leng Feng had no choice but to accept it. But when he looked at Prince Jing’s mouth, he noticed some blood and asked at once, “Your Highness, what happened to your lips?”

“It’s nothing,” Chu Jingcheng replied, placing his hands behind his back as he finished speaking and walked out of the residence.

On the other side, inside the carriage—

Shangguan Jiaoran was so furious that her whole body seemed to swell with anger. In her heart, she kept cursing that woman—an enchantress, a bewitching enchantress.

Ding Ying, sitting beside her, asked softly, “Jiaoran, what happened exactly? I saw Prince Jing go in—why did you come out so quickly like that?”

“Wasn’t she supposed to be ugly? How did she turn into a completely different person? She must be an enchantress!” Shangguan Jiaoran stomped hard, nearly jumping up, the whip in her hand twitching restlessly.

Everyone in Beihao Kingdom knew that Prince Jing had brought back an ugly woman. She was clearly supposed to be ugly—so how did she become such a beauty? Had she seen wrong? Or had Ding Ying seen wrong too?

“Jiaoran, don’t be angry. No matter how good that woman is, for now, the Emperor won’t let Prince Jing marry her,” Ding Ying tried to comfort her, though her own heart felt bitter.

“I refuse to believe I can’t deal with that enchantress. I want to see whether she’s more formidable, or my whip is,” Shangguan Jiaoran said fiercely.

Ding Ying looked at her with concern. “What are you planning to do?”

“What else? I want to make her see clearly—whether the woman by Prince Jing’s side is her or me.” Her eyes were full of jealousy, a look she had carefully hidden in front of Prince Jing.

Ding Ying knew her methods, yet her own heart felt heavy. Thinking of how she had just been kissed by that guard named Leng Feng made her emotions even more complicated.

Shangguan Jiaoran cursed all the way back in the carriage. When she returned to the Shangguan residence, she could no longer restrain herself and lashed her whip at a tree in the courtyard.

Crack after crack—the leaves fell rustling to the ground, quickly drawing the attention of servants throughout the residence.

“What’s wrong with Miss? Why is she whipping a tree the moment she comes back?”

“I heard she went to see Prince Jing today. Someone said they saw Prince Jing kissing a beauty in public, so Miss was upset and went to the woman’s place outside the city.”

“Outside the city? Everyone knows the woman Prince Jing brought back is ugly!”

“Ugly? That’s not certain. People are saying that the divine physician Prince Jing brought back isn’t ugly at all.”

“Nonsense! How could she not be ugly?”

“Then why would Miss come back so furious?”

The servants chattered endlessly, guessing back and forth without reaching a conclusion.

Unfortunately, Shangguan Jiaoran overheard them. Already hot-tempered, she flew into a rage and swung her whip at the onlooking maids and servants.

The whip lashed out, instantly leaving marks across their bodies and faces.

“Miss, spare us!”

“Miss, we won’t dare again!”

But Shangguan Jiaoran had no intention of stopping. She whipped them while cursing, “I’ll teach you big-mouthed fools a lesson today! A bunch of worthless slaves!”

Her whip came down harder and harder, sending them rolling and writhing on the ground.

“We won’t dare again! Please, Miss!”

“Miss, if you keep hitting us, we’ll die!”

Shangguan Jiaoran seemed nearly mad, venting all her anger on them. No one else dared make a sound.

At that moment, Yun’er rushed over and grabbed her arm just as she was about to strike again.

“Miss, stop! You’ll beat them to death!”

“Get out of my way! I’m furious, and these slaves still dare to gossip!” Shangguan Jiaoran glared viciously at the servants crawling on the ground.

Yun’er knew her mistress was angry, but if this continued, lives would be lost.

“Miss, if the General finds out, he won’t be pleased.”

“Would my father really scold me?” Shangguan Jiaoran said arrogantly.

“But Miss… you shouldn’t be so angry. If you harm your health, it won’t be good.”

“My life is tough—I’m not dying from anger so easily,” Shangguan Jiaoran said, finally putting away her whip and tucking it at her waist. She pointed at the servants and warned, “If any of you dare gossip again, I’ll cut out all your tongues.”

Just then, General Shangguan Qingyun arrived, looking at the mess throughout the courtyard.

“Ran’er, what are you doing?” His expression was grim—he knew this was another mess caused by his daughter.

Seeing her father, Shangguan Jiaoran rushed over, full of grievances. “Father, you must stand up for me!”

“What happened? Why are you beating the servants?”

“They were talking nonsense. I only gave them a small lesson.”

Shangguan Qingyun had always indulged his daughter, and this time was no exception. He waved his hand, dismissing all the servants, Yun’er included.

“Ran’er, tell me—what’s wrong?”

“I went outside the city today to see the ugly woman Prince Jing brought back. I wanted to teach her a lesson, but she wasn’t ugly at all—she was a beauty!”

“A beauty?”

“Yes! And just as I was about to deal with her, Prince Jing arrived and actually took her side. Am I really inferior to some rustic woman? Why won’t Prince Jing even look at me?” Her eyes reddened as she spoke.

As a great general who had rendered countless merits to Beihao Kingdom, Shangguan Qingyun felt a pang of guilt—he couldn’t even fulfill his daughter’s wish.

“Ran’er, Father knows you’re hurting. But the Shangguan family won’t be bullied like this. You’re my daughter—Prince Jing isn’t the only man worthy of you.”

“No! I only want Prince Jing. If it’s not him, I won’t marry anyone in this lifetime. Father, please—go ask the Emperor to issue an imperial decree for our marriage. Whether Prince Jing agrees or not, he wouldn’t dare defy it. Father, I beg you!”

Shangguan Qingyun had already received a verbal promise from the Emperor before. Pressing him now for an imperial decree was truly unreasonable.

“Father, please agree. If this continues, I’ll lose Prince Jing. I won’t marry anyone but him!” Shangguan Jiaoran shook his arm, pleading yet aggressive.

Shangguan Qingyun frowned and sighed deeply, his expression turning serious.

“Ran’er, stop this. Father has always indulged you, but this matter can’t be settled with a few words.”

“Father, help me. Do you really want to see me suffer?”

Of course he didn’t. Ever since her mother passed away, Shangguan Qingyun had doted on her even more.

“Ran’er, for the next few days, you’ll stay in the residence. Without my permission, you’re not to go out. And you are no longer allowed to beat or scold the servants,” he said firmly.

Shangguan Jiaoran puffed out her cheeks. “Father, don’t you love me anymore?”

“I do love you. But look at yourself lately—it pains me to see you like this. Stay home and practice your martial skills,” Shangguan Qingyun said before leaving.

Though unwilling, he steeled his heart and confined her to the residence.

Locked in her room, Shangguan Jiaoran smashed countless vases, shards littering the floor.

Yun’er brought food from the kitchen and gasped at the scene. “Miss, please stop. Getting this angry over that woman isn’t worth it.”

“I’m angry! All Father has to do is ask the Emperor for a decree—but this time he won’t help me!”

“Miss, the General must have his difficulties.”

Shangguan Jiaoran slumped into a chair, clearly unhappy.

“Miss, please eat something. If the General sees this mess, he’ll be upset,” Yun’er pleaded.

“I won’t eat.”

“Miss, I beg you—please eat.”

No matter how Yun’er coaxed her, Shangguan Jiaoran refused to eat a single bite, sulking until the next day.

Outside the city, at the residence—

Chu Jingcheng came again today. Though yesterday’s farce had passed, he was still uneasy. This time, he came bearing many top-quality medicinal herbs—personally selected.

As soon as he entered, he saw Yin Qingyue coming out. Seeing him, she wasn’t surprised at all and tossed out a remark:

“Prince Jing is really idle these days, coming here so often. Are you afraid I’ll run away?”

“I was bitten by a snake once and fear grass ropes for ten years. If you disappear, who will I demand my clothes and silver from?” He stepped closer, looking at her teasingly.

“I personally brought medicinal herbs today. How should you thank me?”

The same old trick. Yin Qingyue was used to it.

“Prince Jing really knows how to talk. I never asked you to help—since you were willing, I accept it. One loves to fight, the other is willing to suffer, isn’t that how it goes?”

“Yin Qingyue, who taught you to speak like this? Do you know the consequences of rejecting me so boldly?”