MCSCPM -Chapter 371 That Man at the Money House

Chu Jingcheng suddenly said something that made Yin Ziyu stumble over her words. Still, she kept smiling and thought for a moment before replying, “It’s like this… when Big Sister was at Luochenyuan, I was very sad. But Father and Mother forbade me from visiting her, saying it was heavily guarded. So I didn’t go. If I could, I would have gone in to stay with her.”

Hearing this, Chu Jingcheng felt disdain in his heart, but he said nothing.

Tears glimmered in Yin Ziyu’s eyes, and anyone who didn’t know better might think she had been mistreated.

Beside her, Yin Qingyue smiled and deliberately said, “Alright, alright. It’s been so long; the past is past. No need to dwell on it.”

“Big Sister, no matter what, you suffered. If I could, I really wish it were me instead.”

“Don’t talk nonsense, Ziyu. You’re still my sister. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. From now on, treat this place as your home.”

“Thank you, Big Sister,” Yin Ziyu said, glancing briefly at Chu Jingcheng as she spoke.

Yin Qingyue caught that look. Her teeth itched with frustration. If she weren’t planning to slowly torment this girl, she would’ve already torn her limb from limb.

Yin Qingyue said, “By the way, Ziyu, you’re not getting any younger. The matter with Xiao Chengli has passed. You can’t stay like this forever. Don’t worry—Prince Jing and I will find you a good husband.”

“Big Sister, I—” Yin Ziyu panicked instantly.

“I know you’re embarrassed to speak. Big Sister can read your mind, pampered as you are.”

“No, Big Sister… I… I don’t want to marry yet,” Yin Ziyu said, sneaking another glance at Chu Jingcheng.

In her heart, she thought that if her husband were Prince Jing, that would be perfect. She wouldn’t refuse under any circumstances.

But she didn’t know that when Chu Jingcheng met her gaze, he snorted coldly, a chill flashing in his eyes. Then he stood and said, “Your Big Sister is right. You should be married off to a good man.”

“Your Highness—”

“I have urgent matters to attend to. I’ll leave first,” Chu Jingcheng said to Yin Qingyue. “You rest well. Once I’m done, I’ll come see you.”

He treated Yin Qingyue with such tenderness—how could Yin Ziyu not be jealous? But at the moment, she could do nothing.

Once Chu Jingcheng left, Yin Qingyue took Yin Ziyu’s hand. “Alright, let’s not talk about marriage for now. Look, the weather is nice today. You’ve been here a few days. I’ll take you out for a walk.”

“Great! It’s been so long since we went out together, Big Sister,” Yin Ziyu said.

“Indeed. Back when I went to Luochenyuan, I almost died. Luckily, I survived to this day; otherwise, we wouldn’t even have this chance to go shopping together.”

“You’re right. After you went, I was very sad. Not just me—Father and Mother were also very distressed.”

Yin Qingyue, of course, knew it wasn’t true but still smiled gently. “Alright, the sad things are all past now.”

“Yes, all past,” Yin Ziyu said, wrapping her arm around Yin Qingyue even more affectionately.

At that moment, Yin Ziyu saw a fan stall and was immediately drawn to it. She tugged Yin Qingyue over and picked up a purple fan. “Big Sister, isn’t this beautiful? Would Prince Jing like it?”

As soon as Yin Ziyu said it, she realized it sounded improper and quickly handed the fan to Yin Qingyue, explaining, “I mean, if Prince Jing likes it, then you can buy it.”

“You little girl,” Yin Qingyue said with a smile, already seeing through Yin Ziyu’s thoughts. Dreaming of marrying Prince Jing? Ridiculous.

While they were examining the fans, a young playboy from the capital spotted Yin Qingyue. His eyes lit up with interest, and a lecherous grin spread across his face.

This man, Qian Zhuang, was a well-known rich heir in the capital—but also notoriously lustful.

Seeing Yin Qingyue, desire immediately rose in him. He asked his attendant, “Who’s that young lady? How come I’ve never seen her before?”

“Sir, that’s the goddess doctor, the future Princess Consort of Prince Jing. Don’t touch her,” the attendant said.

“Princess Consort?” Hearing that, Qian Zhuang was startled. Prince Jing’s woman? He didn’t dare approach her—he’d suffer if Prince Jing took offense.

But Qian Zhuang noticed Yin Ziyu standing beside her. While she didn’t match Yin Qingyue’s beauty, as sisters, there was still some resemblance. Instantly, his curiosity about Yin Ziyu was piqued.

The attendant seemed to notice his master’s intentions and hurriedly said, “Sir, shall I go ask?”

“I’ll go myself,” Qian Zhuang said.

He walked over to the fan stall, eyes fixed on Yin Ziyu. “Young lady, you’re truly beautiful.”

Yin Qingyue and Yin Ziyu looked at him simultaneously. Qian Zhuang, though ostentatiously dressed and covered in silver, was extremely ugly—especially with a large mole on his nose. His short stature only added to his unpleasant appearance.

Yin Ziyu noticed his gaze and instinctively stepped back, feeling disgusted and wary.

Yin Qingyue, however, immediately read his intentions—he was setting his sights on Yin Ziyu. Unable to make a move on her, he had shifted to the younger sister.

Yin Qingyue’s mind raced. This was perfect—she couldn’t find another way to teach this shameless girl a lesson. She glanced at Yin Ziyu behind her. These two could be matched nicely.

“This young man, staring at my sister like that… isn’t that inappropriate?” Yin Qingyue said.

Qian Zhuang quickly forced a smile. “You must be the Princess Consort. Didn’t expect to see you here. I’m Qian Zhuang.” He glanced at Yin Ziyu and added with a grin, “So this is your sister… very beautiful indeed.”

“Big Sister, let’s leave quickly,” Yin Ziyu said nervously, holding Yin Qingyue’s hand.

“Ziyu, you just arrived and already want to leave? Look, this young man seems very fond of you, maybe—”

“Big Sister, don’t joke,” Yin Ziyu interrupted.

“I’m not joking. This young man seems wealthy enough,” Yin Qingyue said.

Hearing that, Qian Zhuang immediately puffed himself up, trying to appear like a wealthy noble. “Princess Consort has a good eye. Not to boast, but I’m quite influential in the capital. Everyone knows I’m rich. If a young lady agrees to marry me, I guarantee a lifetime of comfort and ease.”

“Quite generous, sir,” Yin Qingyue said dryly.

“Of course. But Princess Consort, what about your sister? Has she married?”

“No, she hasn’t,” Yin Qingyue said.

“Then… would the young lady be willing?” Qian Zhuang stepped closer, eyes hungry.

Yin Ziyu stepped back, pulling Yin Qingyue along. Whispering, she said, “Big Sister, this man is really disgusting. Let’s leave quickly. Look at him—he’s so ugly.”

“I don’t mind him,” Yin Qingyue thought. The more Yin Ziyu disliked him, the more she wanted him to marry her. Since she hated him, perfect.

However, forcing Yin Ziyu was impossible. Yin Qingyue then said to Qian Zhuang, “Sir, my sister isn’t feeling well. We should head back first. Next time, we can discuss this properly.”

“Alright, alright. Health comes first. But Princess Consort…”

Yin Qingyue leaned in and whispered, “Don’t worry.”

After she spoke, Qian Zhuang’s face lit up as if he had found treasure.

Yin Qingyue led Yin Ziyu back to the mansion. On the way, Yin Ziyu kept saying, “Big Sister, that man was really ugly. Who would want to marry him?”

“So Ziyu, what kind of man do you like?”

“Someone like Prince Jing, of course.”

“Oh? What’s so good about Prince Jing?”

“Everything! He’s strong, capable, and kind. Which woman wouldn’t like him?” Yin Ziyu said with admiration, eyes sparkling.

At that moment, Yin Qingyue’s resolve hardened. This shameless girl couldn’t stay. If she remained nearby, she would only bring trouble. She had to find a way to get rid of her quickly.

Back in Yin Ziyu’s room, Yin Qingyue called Dong’er.

She instructed, “Dong’er, do you know anyone in the capital named Qian Zhuang?”

“I do, he’s a well-known powerful figure here,” Dong’er replied. Then she hesitated. “But Miss, why do you ask?”

“No need to ask. Just help me arrange something. Invite Qian Zhuang out tonight. Tell him I have business to discuss.”

“Ah? Miss, that man is quite unscrupulous.”

“Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing. Nothing will happen to me.”

Dong’er was concerned something might go wrong, but she could only obey. “Alright. But where should I meet him?”

“At the Tianshui Inn.”

“Understood. I’ll go now,” Dong’er said, hurrying out.

After all, if she could orchestrate a match between Shangguan Jiaoran and King Yi, she could certainly arrange one between Yin Ziyu and Qian Zhuang. But she had an even better idea: let Yin Ziyu marry Qian Zhuang and enjoy a lifetime of comfort. That would truly teach her a lesson.

That night, Yin Qingyue went to the Tianshui Inn without telling Chu Jingcheng. Upon arrival, Qian Zhuang had booked the entire inn—an extravagant display, even for him.