Her elder sister steals her husband? She marries the God of War and is pampered beyond measure!

Chapter 89 Let's draw erotic pictures.

"Consort Su has already returned."

After Feng Yue finished speaking, he silently lowered his head, not daring to look at his master's expression.

Murong Jing squeezed the wolf-hair brush in his hand and took the scroll with one hand.

He didn't rush to open the inspection box, but instead instructed Feng Yue, "Go and call the people over."

Feng Yue forced a smile and said, "Your Majesty, Consort Su may not be coming. Granny Zhao is waiting outside the palace."

This clearly implies that it was Granny Zhao who chased the person away, and that Consort Shen would arrive shortly.

Murong Jing frowned.

He put the wolf-hair brush back on the brush holder, turned his wheelchair around, and was about to leave the study with the painting scroll in his hand.

Feng Yue, being very perceptive, stepped forward and pushed the wheelchair.

At the entrance of Fenghua Palace, Granny Zhao was craning her neck to wait for Shen Muyue, who was just then hurrying over, her face covered in sweat.

Granny Zhao went to greet her, her smile fading slightly. "Why is Consort Shen so late? And why did she leave in such a hurry?"

Actually, what Granny Zhao wanted to say was that with things looking so messy, why should she serve the prince in bed? He would definitely be unhappy to see her like that.

In truth, the prince was indeed unhappy.

Shen Muyue had just climbed the steps and arrived in front of Granny Zhao when the palace doors suddenly opened.

Murong Jing's face darkened.

Feng Yue behind him remained expressionless.

Shen Muyue's eyes lit up, and she stepped forward shyly, saying, "Your Highness..."

Zhao Mama knew something was wrong just by looking at her master's expression, but Shen Muyue was oblivious to such expressions and still insisted on getting closer. She immediately regretted that she had been blinded by love.

Murong Jing raised his eyes and glanced at Shen Muyue indifferently.

"Why are you here?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Muyue froze.

Even with her thick skin, she couldn't withstand such an obvious reprimand. Her eyes were filled with grievance as she turned her head to look at Granny Zhao standing to the side.

Zhao Mama had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Your Highness, it's like this. Her Majesty the Empress instructed that Consort Su is currently unwell, so Consort Shen will accompany you in bed."

Upon hearing the words "feeling unwell," Murong Jing's eyes flickered with a momentary unease, but he quickly concealed it.

He looked at Shen Muyue.

"I am going to Huangfeng Garden. You may go back."

Shen Muyue's expression froze instantly.

She never expected that Murong Jing would disrespect her in front of so many servants and blatantly refuse her offer to sleep with him.

Miss Shen had never suffered such an injustice in her life. Her eyes immediately reddened, and tears streamed down her face like beads from a broken string.

"Your Highness, I..."

He choked up before he could finish his sentence.

Murong Jing gave her a rare look, but his gaze lacked the pity Shen Muyue had hoped for.

"I have important business to attend to. If you have nothing else to do, you may return to Xiwu Garden."

Caiwei and Caihong stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do, while Granny Zhao frowned silently.

Shen Muyue sobbed twice, then looked at Murong Jing cautiously and said, "Your Highness, please go ahead. I will wait for you here."

Murong Jing finally frowned.

He gave a cold look and said in a deep voice to Zhao Mama, who was standing to the side, "Zhao Mama, please ask Consort Shen to return to the East Courtyard."

Granny Zhao shuddered, already filled with regret, and instinctively went over to pull Shen Muyue back.

"Consort Shen, this old servant will escort you back."

Shen Muyue shook off Zhao Mama's hand and stared straight at Murong Jing.

"Your Highness, in what way am I inferior to Su Mowan? Why do you dislike me so much? I have never done anything to displease you!"

Murong Jing narrowed his deep, dark phoenix eyes.

"Just because of what you just said, I can keep you in Xiwu Garden indefinitely."

When Granny Zhao saw that her master was clearly angry, she immediately sighed inwardly, thinking that Shen Muyue was too tactless and lacked any sense of propriety.

Shen Muyue trembled all over, her fingers shook uncontrollably, and tears streamed down her face.

"Your Majesty..."

"No need to say more. If you stay obediently in Xiwu Garden, I won't make things difficult for you."

If it's not in accordance with the rules, then...

Murong Jing raised his hand and instructed Feng Yue behind him, "Go to Huangfeng Garden."

Feng Yue did as instructed and pushed Prince Qin away from Fenghua Palace.

"Miss, shall we go back too?" After some back and forth, Caiwei finally spoke up, forcing herself to speak.

Shen Muyue blinked, her eyes red and bloodshot.

"Go back? Go back where!"

"Miss……"

"Shut up, everyone!"

Shen Muyue's eyes were fierce, revealing an unprecedented aura, which made Caiwei and Caihong, who were standing in front of her, feel a chill down their spines.

She wiped her cheek with her sleeve and sneered, "It's alright, Your Highness is just temporarily blinded by Su Mowan! As long as I'm patient, Your Highness will eventually discover my worth!"

Shen Muyue's condition was so frightening that Caiwei and Caihong, the two maids, dared not utter a sound.

Granny Zhao glanced at her with a complicated expression, sighed softly, and then walked away, tossing her handkerchief behind her.

When Su Mowan returned to Huangfeng Garden, she saw the kitten had taken over her bed, nestled on her low couch, squinting its eyes and stretching out its legs, looking quite content.

"Qinghe, take the little one away."

Qinghe, who was following behind, quickly stepped forward and hugged the kitten in her arms, then secretly glanced at Su Mowan, who was lying on the low couch with an air of nonchalance.

Qinghe sensed that Consort Su was in a bad mood.

After lying down, Su Mowan felt bored again, so she simply walked to the table and set up her drawing posture.

"Consort Su, what else would you like to paint?"

Qinghe held the kitten in her arms and asked cautiously.

Su Mowan rolled up her sleeves, thought for a moment, and said lazily, "Let me think, let's draw erotic pictures."

"..."

Qinghe's face suddenly turned red.

She lowered her head and stammered, "Consort Su, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

"what are you thinking?"

Su Mowan turned around and smiled.

"The palace in spring, or spring palace for short."

"..."

Qinghe finally realized that Consort Su was teasing her. Although she was a little embarrassed, she was relieved. Consort Su was willing to joke, which meant that her mood was not too bad.

But Feng Yue, standing outside the door, was in an awkward position.

He glanced at his master in the wheelchair, whose expression was unreadable, and secretly wiped away a bead of sweat.

When they arrived at the entrance of Huangfeng Garden, the maid was about to announce their arrival, but her master stopped her by raising his hand.

Feng Yue felt that his master wanted to give Consort Su a surprise.

The result was so unexpected. Instead of giving Consort Su a surprise, Consort Su gave him and her master a fright.

Consort Su actually said she wanted to draw erotic pictures!

"Master...shall we go in?" Feng Yue felt the atmosphere around him growing colder and asked, forcing himself to speak.

Murong Jing's eyes were deep and unfathomable, and his hand holding the scroll unconsciously rubbed it.

"You may leave now. I am not leaving tonight."

Feng Yue released his grip and silently withdrew from Huangfeng Garden.

Su Mowan, who was pondering how to begin painting, noticed the paint mixed in the ink. Her ears twitched, and she narrowed her eyes.

She tilted her head.

"When did Your Highness become so fond of eavesdropping?"