He could only stare wide-eyed, involuntarily puffing out his cheeks, looking like he was trying to appear strong but was actually feeling very wronged.
Luo Zhiheng showed no mercy, coldly snorting, "Nanny Qiwan, have you forgotten what I said? Throw all these women out! If they dare to approach Mu Yunhe or the vicinity of the Mu Prince's Mansion again, regardless of the reason, kill them without mercy!"
Everyone gasped, unsure whether to leave or persevere. But staying was clearly a gamble with their lives; one wrong move and they could lose them.
Once the wet nurse intervenes, they have no chance of escaping.
The wet nurse, Qi Wan, was like an eagle swooping down on a flock of chickens. The chicks had no chance to resist at all. They were picked up one by one by the incredibly strong Qi Wan and the highly skilled wet nurse. Although they were only thrown out of the courtyard, once they reached the outside of the courtyard, someone naturally picked them up and sent them out of the gate of the Mu Prince's Mansion.
Screams and cries filled the small courtyard.
Luo Zhiheng had her back to Mu Yunhe, so her expression couldn't be seen, but the atmosphere was definitely oppressive. Mu Yunhe gritted his teeth, but didn't know what to say to Luo Zhiheng. He could only swallow his anger, and when he was about to choke on it, he finally couldn't bear the cries and screams of the group of beauties anymore, and roared, "Luo Zhiheng, do you think you can control me just by driving them away? Even without them, there are others. If I want, countless beauties will rush to me one after another. You want to eliminate all the women around me? That's absolutely impossible!"
Luo Zhiheng suddenly turned around and said in a sinister tone, "Then you should try it. Let's see if you can attract women faster than I can kill people."
Mu Yunhe was rendered speechless, unable to utter any of his grand ambitions or infuriating words. He even found it annoying to look at Luo Zhiheng, and angrily turned and left.
Luo Zhiheng blinked and gave a bitter smile. She was truly angered by this bastard man, who had said such harsh words. But this man was so unreasonable, provoking and hurting her like that. She wouldn't be Luo Zhiheng if she didn't teach him a lesson.
The Mu Prince's Mansion was cleaned up in the shortest possible time, as if a layer of soil had been scraped off the entire mansion. Luo Zhiheng used the simplest and most brutal method to drive away her enemies. For a moment, the Mu Prince's Mansion was free from the wailing and howling of those women and the fragrance of rouge, and it became quiet and refreshing.
Mu Yunhe seemed to be deliberately going against Luo Zhiheng. From that day on, he kept bringing beautiful women home in groups of three or five. He would walk intimately with these beauties all day long, arm in arm with them, wherever Luo Zhiheng could see him. He smiled as if he had seen millions of taels of gold.
Luo Zhiheng remained calm and composed, making no move for three consecutive days. This emboldened Mu Yunhe, who assumed that Luo Zhiheng was finally afraid of him.
The wet nurse was also anxious. She had just dealt with a group of women, and in the past three days, the number of women was almost equal to the previous number. On one hand, she was furious at Mu Yunhe's 'fickleness,' and on the other hand, she anxiously said to Luo Zhiheng, "Master, the young prince has really gone too far this time. Why aren't you doing anything about it? If this continues, I'm afraid the young prince will go astray, and it will be as difficult as climbing to heaven to get him to change his mind."
Luo Zhiheng slowly sipped her tea, then said, "No need to rush, save them all up and deal with them all at once later. Mu Yunhe puts on a good show for me every day so I'm not so bored, so I should also put on a good show for Mu Yunhe in return, that way we can reciprocate."
Seeing Luo Zhiheng's somewhat sinister smile, the nanny was speechless. What were these two up to? Their back-and-forth exchanges, though devoid of swordplay, were fraught with danger.
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569 seems like another version of myself!
Updated: 2014-01-21 23:12:06 Word Count: 3611
Luo Zhiheng had been back for half a month, and her relationship with Mu Yunhe was extremely tense. They were constantly exchanging barbs, keeping each other very busy. These two lovers, who had once loved each other so deeply, were now arguing heatedly over the departure of a woman. Of course, it was mostly Mu Yunhe who was the one getting red-faced and angry; Luo Zhiheng usually just smiled coldly and remained silent, then secretly plotted against him, making him constantly gloomy and calculating, always thinking of ways to make Luo Zhiheng unhappy.
On the other hand, Luo Zhiheng gradually learned about some of the events that happened in the Mu Dynasty that year, and the biggest and most shocking thing was a royal scandal.
Li Xian'er, a remnant of the Li family, hadn't died. No one knew how she escaped, but she managed to infiltrate the palace and cause trouble a year after the decisive battle. She had captured the child of Consort Li Fangran, the youngest son of the late emperor, and threatened Li Fangran, demanding she find a way to marry Mu Yunhe.
This idea was absolutely insane. At that time, Li Fangran was already in dire straits because she had chosen the wrong side, so she was thinking of secretly returning to the palace to escape with her child. Little did she know that Li Xian'er would beat her to it and threaten her. She regretted helping Li Xian'er fake her death so much; she never expected that she would end up shooting herself in the foot.
Li Fangran couldn't do what Li Xian'er asked. She told Li that Mu Yunhe was obviously dead, and Li Xian'er went mad and tried to kill her son. Li Fangran was terrified and could only alert the palace servants, asking them to help snatch the child away.
The most tragic thing is that Li Xian'er went mad, and in a fit of desperation, she revealed a shocking secret.
"If you don't let me marry Mu Yunhe, I will tell you your secret!"
"This child is not the late emperor's child at all; he is your illegitimate child with the late emperor's son, Mu Yunsheng!"
These two sentences caused a huge uproar among the royal family and common people of the Mu Dynasty! To this day, they are still a topic of conversation and are discussed tirelessly.
The fact that Laozi's concubine had an affair with his own son and even fathered a son—regardless of whether this is true or not, Li Fangran is doomed, her reputation utterly ruined. Moreover, there's no smoke without fire; such incestuous and immoral behavior is enough to horrify the people. Combined with Luo Zhiheng's questioning and accusations that day, it even confirms Li Fangran's shamelessness and crimes. After all, she angered the emperor to death; that alone is enough.
In the end, Li Xian'er naturally met a terrible end, and Li Fangran was also secretly executed by the royal family. The child also perished along with his mother. Of course, others could not possibly know about such a secret execution, but Elder Tong and others did know. They had already told Luo Zhiheng when they came to visit her, and it was later confirmed that Li Fangran's child was not the late emperor's.
Luo Zhiheng was overwhelmed with emotion. The Li family was now completely wiped out, leaving not a single bloodline behind.
The old man, with nothing better to do, spent his days watching the drama unfold. His favorite spectacle was Mu Yunhe provoking Luo Zhiheng, only to be utterly humiliated by her. He gloated over Mu Yunhe's misfortune every day, feeling restless if he didn't watch. This day, he once again led his large white crane to Luo Zhiheng's courtyard, sitting leisurely in the shade of a tree in the corner, quite content, waiting for the show to begin.
Sure enough, less than fifteen minutes later, Mu Yunhe arrived arrogantly with two stunningly beautiful women. Mu Yunhe deliberately led the two women to loiter around Luo Zhiheng's door, not coming in, but displaying blatant provocation.
The two women appeared elegant and composed, making them seem like daughters of wealthy families. However, the occasional flirtatious glances or flirtatious gestures they gave Mu Yunhe revealed that these were just some of the things Mu Yunhe had acquired from who-knows-where.
Today, Mu Yunhe felt a mixture of smugness and anxiety. He was smug, saying these two women were far more beautiful than the ones he'd found before; his anxiety stemmed from the fact that Luo Zhiheng hadn't yet come out to oppose him. He was uneasy, unsure what Luo Zhiheng would say next, yet also secretly anticipating it. From his initial resentment and anger to his current deliberate attempts to provoke her, Mu Yunhe hadn't noticed that his attitude towards Luo Zhiheng had subtly but fundamentally changed.
The two women chattered happily outside, not feeling embarrassed at all, and stayed by Mu Yunhe's side as joyfully as birds in the clouds.
Mu Yunhe, however, had lost his good temper. His sword-like eyebrows furrowed slightly, and anxiety flickered in his pure eyes. He craned his neck to look inside, but the courtyard was quiet. Was this woman afraid? Did she dare not continue to oppose him?
Mu Yunhe raised an eyebrow, pleased with his own idea, deliberately ignoring the pitifully small amount of disappointment. He casually shouted into the courtyard, "My beauty, your little hands are so tender, so white and smooth, they make my heart melt."
Mu Yunhe peered inside with his bright eyes, keeping a close watch on any movement. He thought his words would anger Luo Zhiheng, but after a long while, he still hadn't seen a single person, and he began to lose his patience.
"Little beauties, give me a smile and a kiss, and I'll grant you riches and glory!" Mu Yunhe shouted. But his words were childish and blunt, and it was precisely this bluntness that made them seem exceptionally naive.
The two beauties were overjoyed at the news and grabbed Mu Yunhe's clothes, ready to kiss him. Mu Yunhe's face immediately changed. The closer the two women got, the more suffocated and terrified he felt. He cursed Luo Zhiheng in his heart, "Why isn't she dead yet? Those two women are about to kiss! My innocence?!"
Compared to Mu Yunhe's nervousness and his outward bravado masking his inner weakness, Luo Zhiheng was quite relaxed. She smacked her lips, savoring the sweet soup in her mouth, and thoughtfully looked at the document on the table. This was something her lovely aunt had investigated and compiled in the shortest possible time; of course, some of the private details were obtained with the active cooperation of Prince Mu and others.
The information is quite intriguing.
The records show that Mu Yunhe has a secret: he can flirt with others to his heart's content, and he doesn't mind even using extremely unrestrained language. However, if other women take the initiative to get close to him, it's fine if they don't have any romantic thoughts, but if they do have lustful intentions, Mu Yunhe will involuntarily get goosebumps all over his body, and waves of nausea will rise up. If he doesn't try hard to hold it in, he will definitely vomit.
It's strange, really. He's a grown man, yet he's genuinely afraid of women's closeness and flirtation! It's because he discovered this flaw that Mu Yunhe sought out a group of women to train himself. Of course, this is also because there's always a lustful fire in his heart—a lust for women.
He also has a fondness for red; the redder and more flamboyant the color, the more he loves it. He loves to eat that stinky tofu. The first time he smelled it, he almost threw up, but he couldn't control himself and ate it. After that, he became addicted and couldn't stop.
Mu Yunhe still has an exceptionally fiery temper, easily losing it at the drop of a hat. No one dares to provoke him in the slightest. He's domineering, but not unbearable. He really likes his battle sword, carrying it around all the time like a talisman. He also has a simple and blunt catchphrase… Go to hell!
Luo Zhiheng's eyes were dark, and between her brows was a pain and tenderness that others could not understand. A strange smile curled at the corners of her mouth as she tapped her fingers on the documents. Listening to Mu Yunhe's voice outside, she could only sense that he was all bark and no bite.
She smiled and said, "It's like seeing another version of myself."
It was just another word she saw, wasn't it? Her favorite fiery red, her most beloved battle sword, the stinky tofu she stubbornly adored even after traveling through two time periods, her simple and blunt catchphrase...
All signs pointed to Luo Zhiheng as if this man, after being reborn, was meticulously crafted for her, with every detail reflecting Luo Zhiheng's image.
He let out a long sigh, his furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and a few proud smiles appeared in his eyes. He lazily tugged at his sleeve and said, "Let's go, let's go hunt foxes."
The wet nurse, having already been pondering the words on the document, smiled and agreed. Seven Bowls, however, remained glaring angrily outside. Upon hearing this, he charged out like a cannonball, looking as if he wanted to tear Mu Yunhe to pieces.
Mu Yunhe felt his scalp tingling, and he shamelessly thought that if Luo Zhiheng didn't come out soon, he would... he would run away immediately! He was determined not to let these two women take advantage of him!
He inexplicably resisted, his expression tightening involuntarily. Luo Zhiheng saw this scene as soon as she stepped out. Although there was a smile in her eyes, it was cold and icy: "Oh, so you're flirting at my door again? Mu Yunhe, you better stand still, or you'll be crushed by your beauty."
As soon as Mu Yunhe saw Luo Zhiheng come out, he immediately perked up, as if he were preparing for a battle. His dodging hand turned and landed on the waists of the two women, and he showed a flirtatious and frivolous look on his face: "This is all my home. I can go wherever I want to flirt and banter. Are you jealous?"
Luo Zhiheng giggled, but her voice, though tinged with laughter, held a murderous glint in it: "Why would I be jealous? No matter how many women you have, they can't stand you. How come you have no memory? Have you forgotten what I love to do most? Well, I'll show you right now."
She twisted her waist, pointed at the two women, and shouted sharply, "Nanny, throw those two women out of here! They make me angry just looking at them!"
Here she comes! Mu Yunhe's expression turned cold. This was the moment he had been waiting for. Today, he was determined to protect his woman from this woman's clutches and not let Luo Zhiheng succeed.
The wet nurse had just grabbed a woman's wrist when Mu Yunhe grabbed the wet nurse's wrist, glaring at her and threateningly saying, "Get out of my way! How dare you touch my people!"
Luo Zhiheng gave a cold smile and strode over: "She can't, but I can!"
I'll update again today. I've been busy preparing for the Lunar New Year lately. This year has been really busy, and I've been very distracted and lacking energy. Fortunately, it's nearing its end. Please bear with me, everyone, it'll be over soon, just a few more days. Group kisses, goodnight!
570 Revenge on Mu Yunhe!
Updated: 2014-01-22 23:00:55 Word Count: 3517
If Luo Zhiheng says she can, then she can!
Before Mu Yunhe could even retort, Luo Zhiheng lifted her skirt and kicked one of the women in the stomach, sending her sprawling to the ground. Mu Yunhe's eyes widened, and he mumbled a string of "ni ni"s, but couldn't utter a complete sentence.
"This is your home, that's true, but this is my yard now. Please take one or two of your bastards and get out of my yard. I don't want to see you until the end of today." Luo Zhiheng raised her chin and spoke rudely, looking completely self-righteous.
Mu Yunhe's face flushed red with anger, but he couldn't utter a single word. He didn't know how to refute Luo Zhiheng; he simply felt that Luo Zhiheng's words were perfectly reasonable. He didn't see anything wrong with her not wanting to see him, and immediately turned and left, clearly in a huff. After taking only a few steps, he turned back, glaring and roaring, "I don't want to see you again before today is over! You two, are you stupid? Hurry up and follow me!"
The two women, their faces deathly pale, supported each other and hurriedly followed Mu Yunhe away.
Luo Zhiheng raised her eyebrows, a wicked aura gradually spreading across her face. "It's always been you, Mu Yunhe, making the moves. Now it's my turn, Luo Zhiheng's turn. Mu Yunhe, you'd better hold on!"
The next morning, the old man excitedly brought his small stool and the big white crane to Luo Zhiheng's courtyard to watch the excitement, while Mu Yunhe also arrived on time every day with two beautiful women, just as promised.
As always, he looked around and shouted, but today was strange. Luo Zhiheng didn't come out to fight for a long time. Mu Yunhe couldn't help but feel smug again, thinking that Luo Zhiheng was afraid of him and had finally found a way to back down. He didn't believe that he couldn't drive Luo Zhiheng away with his abilities!
On one hand, he thought about how powerful he was, and on the other hand, he didn't want to leave just like that. He felt unwilling and wanted to see Luo Zhiheng's reluctant, constipated face. Only then would he feel relieved. So Mu Yunhe continued to shout. As time passed and Mu Yunhe's shouts changed, Mu Yunhe finally sensed that something was wrong. Even the old man who was watching the show felt something was wrong.
Mu Yunhe had always avoided entering Luo Zhiheng's room, not because he didn't want to, but because he dared not. Luo Zhiheng had made it clear from the very first day that they were not allowed to enter the room. But today, he found himself walking involuntarily. Just as he reached the door, his wet nurse appeared, her face cold, and said, "Young Prince, please wait. My young master does not wish to see you."
The wet nurse and others changed their way of addressing Luo Zhiheng and Mu Yunhe, calling them the same as they had done more than four years ago.
Mu Yunhe's eyebrows shot up: "She won't see me? How am I supposed to find her?"
The moment the words left his mouth, Mu Yunhe was startled by the resentment in his own voice. He frowned, puzzled. Why did he seem so unwilling to see this woman? No! It should be that he was unhappy that this woman had given him the cold shoulder! Yes, that must be it! Only he could refuse this woman; how could she refuse him!
"Get out of my way! I refuse to believe that I can't even go into my own home?" Mu Yunhe said arrogantly, shoving the wet nurse's arm.
But the wet nurse remained steadfast, saying without flinching, "I'm sorry, Your Highness, this courtyard and room now belong to my young master. Please don't make things difficult for me. You've always been the most magnanimous person."
Mu Yunhe's brow furrowed with anger. Too many people had brought up his past lately, and too many things had been mentioned. He said impatiently, "Get out of my way right now, or don't blame me for getting rough!"
The wet nurse lowered her head and said meekly, "Young Prince would not do such a thing. You are as kind and benevolent as you were many years ago. Although I am very angry that you seem to have forgotten the young master, you are still the son-in-law in my heart, the young master's only husband."
Mu Yunhe was speechless at the wet nurse's soft words. Had he really been so good to Luo Zhiheng in the past? Did he even extend that affection to Luo Zhiheng's servants? He just couldn't believe it! He had absolutely no recollection of it.
"Stop saying all that and get out of the way." Mu Yunhe is like this now, stubborn! The more you tell him not to do something, the more he insists on doing it, especially when it comes to Luo Zhiheng, he resists her completely.
The wet nurse remained unmoved. Mu Yunhe, losing his patience, roared, "Get out of the way!" He shoved the wet nurse aside with surprising ease. Mu Yunhe seized the opportunity to rush inside. Upon entering, he hesitated for a moment, worried that it might be Luo Zhiheng's scheme to kill him. But then he thought, what did he have to be afraid of? No matter how powerful Luo Zhiheng was, could she escape his grasp?
No sooner had he stepped into the bedroom than he felt a whirlwind rush towards him. His vision went black, and before he could even dodge, something struck him hard on the nose. His face turned red, and he was knocked to the ground by the heavy object.
Seeing stars, his mind went blank. Mu Yunhe lay on the ground dumbfounded, his whole body stiff for a moment. When he finally felt the pain in his nose, his eyes widened suddenly, a fierce look in them. But the next moment, he was startled by the thing that had suddenly fallen.
This time, he didn't hesitate any longer. He immediately rolled to the other side, and with a muffled thud, a heavy bag landed squarely on the spot where Mu Yunhe had just fallen. Mu Yunhe was drenched in cold sweat, thinking to himself, "That was close!" Luckily, he reacted quickly this time.
"Wow, not bad! Look here!" Luo Zhiheng's voice suddenly rang out, as charming as a spring day in March.