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

Chapter 11 Come here to me!

Su Mowan quickly scanned the area, pondering to herself.

Unlike Qinghe, who was gentle and charming, Yinshuang exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay.

Judging from the way she walks, she must be a trained fighter.

Su Mowan's eyes flashed, a slight smile playing on her lips, and she said softly, "No need for formalities."

Feng Yue, standing to the side, explained, "Consort Su, from now on, Yinshuang will be your personal maid."

He paused, then added, "This is the Prince's intention."

Su Mowan wore a faint smile, but she knew in her heart that this Yinshuang was obviously a girl with extraordinary skills, and Murong Jing had clearly sent someone to monitor her.

A slight smirk played on her lips, her tone laced with sarcasm: "Is the Prince inside? I should really 'thank' him."

Feng Yue looked embarrassed and bowed his head, replying, "His Highness is inside the hall; please go straight in."

Su Mowan took off the men's outer robe she was wearing and casually tossed it to Qinghe.

She straightened her slightly disheveled clothes and then pushed open the door to enter the Fenghua Palace.

The vast palace was eerily empty.

Apart from a few dim lights, there were no other decorations.

Su Mowan walked through the deserted lobby, around a side hall, and finally saw a room that looked like a bedroom.

The doors, lintels, thresholds, and windows are all made of ebony.

It exudes an air of authority, mixed with a touch of domineering.

Su Mowan approached and tentatively called out, "Your Highness, Prince Qin?"

After a long while, a cold "Come in" was finally heard.

Su Mowan straightened her clothes, pushed open the door, and only after seeing the layout of the room did she suddenly realize that something was wrong.

There wasn't a single red silk ribbon in the entire Fenghua Palace, and Murong Jing's residence was filled with a chilling atmosphere.

In stark contrast to the festive atmosphere outside, it felt strangely out of place and discordant.

Murong Jing removed his red robe, now wearing only a plain white undergarment.

He glanced at her intently, then said calmly, "What are you standing there for? Scared?"

Su Mowan subconsciously tugged at her clothes, secretly scoffing to herself.

afraid?

How could she, Su Mowan, be afraid of a person who is paralyzed on one side?

It must be admitted that Murong Jing's handsome face, as smooth as jade, appeared even more charming under the candlelight.

Su Mowan strode forward, ignoring Murong Jing's slightly furrowed brows, and sat down at the table without any ceremony, stating bluntly, "Your Highness, let's get straight to the point. I ran away from the marriage because I didn't want to marry you."

“My marriage was originally arranged to be different, but something went wrong along the way. As for who brought me here, I’m too lazy to find out. I suppose you’re not very satisfied with me either, and I’m just eating for free in your house. Why don’t you show me some leniency and spare my life?”

Murong Jing's expression, which had been slightly unpredictable just moments before, now turned completely somber.

He gripped the wheelchair armrests tightly, his gaze piercing Su Mowan like a knife.

"What did you just say? Say it again."

"Your Highness, please calm down. I may have been a bit harsh, but marriage is about mutual affection, isn't it? Right now, neither of us is willing, so why force us together? Just pretend I was never brought back, and we'll keep to ourselves from now on, okay?"

Murong Jing looked at her as if she were a complete idiot, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Want to know who sent you to me? I may tell you, it was Su Mobai. As for your so-called mutual affection, have you forgotten the General's Mansion's predicament? This marriage was secretly arranged by the Emperor! You may escape for a while, but the General's Mansion cannot!"

Su Mowan was taken aback upon hearing this.

The one who drugged and brought her here was actually her elder brother, Su Mobai?

She should have realized sooner that besides Su Mobai, who else could have such abilities!

Seeing her silence, Murong Jing's lips curled into a cold smile: "Don't try any of those little schemes. Even if I dislike you, I have to consider the reputation of the General's Mansion. If you think you can slip away under my nose, go ahead and try."

Upon hearing this, Su Mowan felt a splitting headache.

"So..."

"I'm tired." His tone was clearly impatient.

"..."

This sudden turn of events left her struggling to adapt.

Su Mowan took another step back. "Then you should rest. I'll take my leave now."

Just as she was about to turn and leave, a cold shout came from behind her: "Stop."

Good heavens, if she doesn't leave now, when will she? She has no obligation to help him fall asleep!

"boom--"

Su Mowan was dumbfounded as the ebony door in front of her slammed shut without warning!

Immediately afterwards, Murong Jing's clear, cold voice rang out as if right next to his ear.

"Come here to me!"