MCSCPM -Chapter 203 The Ugly Woman is a Goddess

“What consequences?” Prince Jing always spoke like this in front of her. Yin Qingyue smiled lightly and turned back into the room.

“I have no intention of testing such consequences,” she replied firmly, rejecting him without hesitation.

“Yin Qingyue, you’re different from other women. That’s why I love you. If you were like everyone else, I wouldn’t care for you—but I love you just the way you are,” Chu Jingcheng said, walking in and sitting at the table, curling his lips in a playful smile as he looked at her.

“I think it’s better if Your Highness leaves quickly—lest the young lady from the General’s residence, Miss Shangguan, comes swinging her whip over here again,” Yin Qingyue said. She wasn’t afraid of Shangguan Jiaoran; she just used that as an excuse to deflect him.

“With me here, who would dare harm you even a hair’s breadth? I could take their life without hesitation. Don’t mention Shangguan Jiaoran—if Shangguan Qingyun himself came, I would still protect you completely, even destroy him if needed.” Chu Jingcheng spoke each word carefully, making his meaning crystal clear.

Hearing this, Yin Qingyue felt touched. Words like these were far more moving than any sweet talk. She adored them, yet she refused to admit it.

She smiled and said, “Prince Jing, anyone else would be moved to tears hearing you say that.”

“But the only person I want to move is you,” he said, standing and walking over to her. His gaze was full of affection. Though she wore a disguise to appear ugly, the beauty beneath was breathtaking—fit to topple empires—but she had sworn to reveal it only to him.

Yin Qingyue felt uneasy under his intense gaze and took a couple of steps back.

“Where did Prince Jing learn to speak like this? Just one night, and now your words are all refined and elegant. Could it be… there’s someone else under that mask?” she teased.

“I am who I am. No one can replace me,” he said firmly. This woman was hopelessly dense. He had explained everything clearly, yet she still didn’t understand?

It was said women of Xize were gentle and gracious, but none were this foolish.

Before Yin Qingyue could speak further, Leng Feng entered, carrying medicinal herbs taken from the carriage. The herbs were heavy, even his strong arms struggled, and sweat poured down his face.

“Your Highness, the herbs have arrived,” he announced, interrupting their conversation.

“When do they not arrive, but now of all times?” Chu Jingcheng muttered, nearly wanting to kick him out.

Leng Feng lifted his head, grinning. “Your Highness, I brought these for Miss Yin. By the way… where is Miss Yin?” He looked around but didn’t see her—only the woman beside Prince Jing.

At that instant, Leng Feng froze, staring without blinking. That woman was like a goddess descending from heaven—no ordinary woman could compare. Even across the entire Beihao Kingdom, few could rival her beauty.

The herbs slipped from his hands, crashing heavily onto the ground and his foot, causing excruciating pain that brought him back to reality.

“Your Highness… who… who is this? How is she here with Miss Yin?”

Chu Jingcheng snorted. He wasn’t surprised by Leng Feng’s expression, but seeing someone else staring at his woman made him undeniably displeased.

“Leng Feng, if you dare look again, I’ll gouge out your eyes.”

“Your Highness, I’m not afraid of my eyes being gouged out… I’m just worried about grossing out this goddess!” Leng Feng laughed awkwardly, still dumbfounded.

Chu Jingcheng glared and scolded him: “Leng Feng! Your eyes deserve to be gouged out. Not recognizing someone would be one thing—but having the nerve to say such things?”

“Your Highness, it’s not the first time I’ve seen a woman like this… but not recognizing her? What does that mean?”

Yin Qingyue couldn’t help but laugh at the exchange. She stepped forward: “Leng Feng, Prince Jing is right. Your eyes should be gouged out for not recognizing someone.”

Leng Feng froze, mouth agape, eyes wide, staring at this goddess-like beauty.

“Leng Feng, step outside and don’t disturb me,” Chu Jingcheng commanded.

“Your Highness… could it… could it really be Miss Yin? No way… I must be hallucinating.” His astonishment grew, unable to believe what he saw. He rubbed his eyes; she still looked just as beautiful.

“Leng Feng, do all of you Beihao people stare like this?” Yin Qingyue teased.

“Miss Yin, I… I just can’t believe it. Weren’t you… ugly before? No… I mean, you weren’t like this before,” Leng Feng stammered.

Seeing him flustered, Yin Qingyue decided to have a little fun.

“There is a type of medicine in this world. If a person takes it, they can transform their appearance—without pain or harm.”

“What medicine?”

“Human hearts. Eating human hearts can do it,” she said, secretly enjoying teasing him. Leng Feng had always criticized her for being ugly, so this was a small revenge.

Hearing “human hearts,” Leng Feng’s legs trembled, and he shot a terrified glance at Chu Jingcheng. “Your Highness… this can’t be real, can it?”

Chu Jingcheng, of course, knew she was joking and played along, stepping forward and stating firmly: “It’s human hearts. Miss Yin speaks the truth.”

“Ah!” Leng Feng was both incredulous and dizzy from confusion.

“I am speaking with Miss Yin now. Leng Feng, will you step back?” Chu Jingcheng issued a clear command.

“Yes,” he stammered, still staring at Yin Qingyue in disbelief, retreating backward step by step until he completely left.

Once Leng Feng was gone, Chu Jingcheng laughed heartily. “This bold Leng Feng is usually fearless. Now that you’ve toyed with him, it’ll take a long time to recover.”

“Having you as his master is also his misfortune,” Yin Qingyue teased back.

Chu Jingcheng was helping her, yet she turned it around to scold him. No gratitude at all. He couldn’t hide his irritation and grabbed her: “Yin Qingyue, only I am willing to endure your relentless nature. Others wouldn’t have the patience.”

But he willingly endured it, even if it took forever—he had decided that this woman was his.

Yin Qingyue shot him a cold glance: “Did I ever tell you to waste your time on me?”

“Are you threatening me?” Chu Jingcheng’s voice dropped.

“I’m in Beihao, and I have no silver on me. How could I threaten you, Prince Jing?”

“You dare speak of silver? You took my silver. Yin Qingyue, you are destined to be by my side for your whole life, repaying me,” he said provocatively, though there was a warmth beneath it.

Chu Jingcheng truly wanted to bind this woman to himself, ensuring she could never leave him.

Outside the door, Leng Feng sat on the stone floor, still reeling from shock, frozen in place.

At that moment, Leng Yi approached, carrying more herbs, about to go inside. Seeing Leng Feng motionless, he stopped.

“Leng Feng, what are you doing? Why are you spacing out?”

“Don’t disturb me,” Leng Feng said thoughtfully.

“What’s going on? Prince Jing is inside, right? I’ll take the herbs in,” Leng Yi said, preparing to enter.

“Don’t bother. The Prince has no time for you,” Leng Feng replied, stopping him.

Confused, Leng Yi looked at Leng Feng, a little frightened. He squatted down and asked, “Why? What happened? Is the Prince seeing someone?”

“Are you stupid? Would the Prince be sitting here if he were seeing someone?”

“Then what’s going on? Tell me!”

Leng Feng suddenly became serious, whispering mysteriously: “Leng Yi, tell me… how can an ugly woman suddenly become so beautiful in such a short time? So beautiful she doesn’t even seem of this world?”

“Woman? Have you gone mad? Are you obsessed? Have you been moved by seeing the Prince with Miss Yin every day?”

“Rubbish!”

Leng Yi thought it over—Miss Yin was ugly, how could it be true?

“But it’s true. Miss Yin was so ugly, no one would ever want to marry her. How Prince Jing came to favor her… who knows what spell he’s under,” Leng Yi said regretfully, shaking his head.

Leng Feng grew excited, speaking earnestly: “Ugly? Leng Yi, ‘ugly’ isn’t the word for her!”

“Not suitable? Worse?”

“No… she’s a goddess.”

A goddess? Anyone hearing that would think he was lying, and coming from the eccentric Leng Feng, it sounded even more ridiculous.

He nudged Leng Feng: “You’re crazy. Goddess? The only one that qualifies is Miss Qingqing.”

“Miss Qingqing? Compared to Miss Yin, she’s nothing,” Leng Feng insisted.

To Leng Yi, Leng Feng was clearly insane—he spoke without filtering his words. Everyone in Beihao knew Yin Qingyue was supposed to be ugly.

Leng Yi didn’t have time to argue further. He lifted the herbs: “Do as you wish. I’m taking these in.”

This time, Leng Feng didn’t stop him. Once Leng Yi entered, he noticed the bag of herbs dropped at the doorway. Something felt odd—why had Leng Feng left them there?

As he set the herbs down, he froze.

Leng Yi stood for a long moment, expression mirroring Leng Feng’s earlier shock. True brothers.

Inside, Chu Jingcheng was growing impatient. “Get out!” he called.

But Leng Yi’s expression froze.

This… Miss Yin?