Le Premier ministre stupéfiant

Chapitre 65

He never revealed Young Master Zhu's true identity, but in the capital, many wealthy young men with the surname Zhu were related to the imperial family, and Young Master Zhu's lifestyle revealed his status. Whatever he wanted, she would give it to him. A carrier pigeon, a few words on a note, and she would immediately rush to the designated place, where someone would have hot water waiting for her. Bathing and changing were always indispensable. Young Master Zhu likely had many women, a fact Murong Lianyun had gradually come to realize. Only through the constant flattery and indulgence of many women could a man develop such domineering and ruthless behavior in bed. He was aloof and showed no mercy; he only waited to be pleased. Murong Lianyun, however, had never learned how to please others in the past years. She too remained aloof, and countless men hoped to win her smile.

Retribution, all of this is retribution. When Young Master Zhu pressed her onto the cold, hard bed in a strange and humiliating position, Murong Lianyun closed her eyes, letting her tears silently soak the bedding beneath her. The tearing pain in her body was far less painful than the wound in her heart. She had chosen the worst person among millions, and now she had to pay this price for her choice. And what about Mo Xibei? Where was Mo Xibei's retribution? She was unwilling. Unwilling, therefore, she was willing to live such a life of being summoned and dismissed at will, no matter how humiliating. She would wait for her opportunity, wait for the opportunity to trample Mo Xibei into the mud.

Murong Lianyun knocked on the door, and after a while, she heard footsteps. The gatekeeper muttered a complaint, "So late, can't they even let a person eat in peace?" When the door opened, the gatekeeper was taken aback to see Murong Lianyun. He scratched his head, wondering when this young lady, who hadn't left the house for so many days, had gone out. His face, however, remained all smiles as he hurriedly said, "Miss Murong, it's you who's back. Everyone's in the garden today. Young Master Mu brought back a very large deer..." Before he could finish, Murong Lianyun had already walked away.

Laughter filled the garden. Even if you covered your ears with your hands, you couldn't block it out. Murong Lianyun couldn't help but go over to take a look. Everyone in the manor was there, gathered around a bonfire set up in the open air. On a rack next to it, a deer had been skinned and its antlers removed and hung up. Honglu was directing his men to slice the meat into thin slices and then skewer them to roast over the bonfire.

The aroma of roasted venison wafted over on the wind; it must have been eaten a while ago.

Murong Lianyun saw that, beside the campfire, Mu Feinan was carefully taking a skewer of meat from the fire, tearing off a piece, blowing on it, and stuffing it into the mouth of Mo Xibei, who was gesturing and saying something to Xiu Wen. Mo Xibei chewed the meat with a hissing sound and turned back to say something to Mu Feinan with a smile. Throughout the whole process, Xiu Wen watched Mo Xibei quietly with a smile until a little maid handed him chopsticks. Only then did he pick up a piece from the plate of meat that Honglu had just taken from Mo Xibei's plate.

Near the campfire, there were several wine jars, some of which were empty and had fallen to the ground. The maids, old women, servants, and household servants, who usually performed their duties, were all drinking wine with roasted meat from large bowls, talking and laughing loudly. Their faces were covered with a layer of oil and were filled with smiles, just like a family.

The words "family" stung Murong Lianyun deeply. They were the real family, while he was an outsider, nothing more than an outsider.

As she turned to leave, she was unaware that Mo Xibei had already seen her.

"Lianyun is back," Mo Xibei said to Honglu, who was pulling her ears from the heat of the roasted venison.

"You're back, so why didn't you come over for dinner?" Honglu peeled the meat off the skewer and generously sprinkled on the seasonings, especially chili powder.

"How should I know? I'll go call her." Mo Xibei shook his head and was about to go over.

"Go and call her. The venison won't taste good if it gets cold. None of us eat spicy food. What are we going to do with all this?" Honglu refused. She had been busy taking care of Mo Xibei, this lazy person who wouldn't do anything except come up with ideas. She had just finished preparing it for her and couldn't just leave without eating it.

"Then go call her, I'll eat meat." Mo Xibei picked up a piece of meat with his fingers, stuffed it directly into his mouth, and said indistinctly.

“Miss, please at least let me have a bite. She’s not a child. Does she need to be carried around in a sedan chair to eat?” Honglu snorted, then turned to the people drinking and said, “Don’t rush to drink. Let’s slice some more meat to grill, really.”

"What are you talking about?" Mu Feinan moved closer to Mo Xibei and reached out his hand, but hesitated because he was intimidated by the red chili powder on the roasted venison on Mo Xibei's plate.

"It's delicious, you should try it." Mo Xibei chuckled, grabbed a piece, and stuffed it into Mu Feinan's mouth.

"No, it's spicy!" Mu Feinan quickly ran away, her mouth tightly shut. "It's not spicy, you try it." Mo Xibei took two steps forward, holding the meat even higher. Seeing Mu Feinan's continued retreat, he said threateningly, "Eat it or not, it's up to you!"

"Eat!" Mu Fei, unwilling to accept his fate, leaned over, opened his mouth to take the roasted meat, and his tongue restlessly licked Mo Xibei's fingers. But before Mo Xibei could scold him for indecent assault, he had already rushed to the table next to him, poured a large cup of tea, and gulped it down in one go. "Delicious, isn't it?" Mo Xibei laughed.

"Delicious!" Mu Feinan gritted his teeth and said those two words. He felt a pain and numbness in his mouth and quickly turned around to drink a large glass of water.

"Seeing them living so comfortably, you're not happy?" As the barbecue progressed, the courtyard became noisy, and no one noticed when a dark figure had quietly slipped into Murong Lianyun's courtyard and appeared beside her. "What does my happiness or unhappiness have to do with you? Who are you? What do you gain by sowing discord between me and them?" Murong Lianyun turned around; the dark figure remained hidden in the shadows, but his voice sounded somewhat familiar, though she couldn't quite place it.

"Who I am is not important. What's important is that none of us want them to be so happy. You understand that, and that's enough," the shadowy figure said coldly. "As for what I might gain, that's none of your business."

Waaah, I have a slight fever again, and it's so cold today!!!

Volume Two: The Wind Leaves a Mark, Chapter Seventeen: Reunion (Part Five)

"Hmph, some people are all talk and no action. What makes you think you can make them unhappy? Just because you tricked me into being with some man who can change everyone's fate?" Murong Lianyun sneered repeatedly, then suddenly turned around, pointed at the dark figure, and said, "How are you any different from Mo Xibei and the others? You all lied to me and used me. It's laughable that I was blinded by hatred and did so many foolish things. I think the one who deserves to die the most is you!"

As she uttered the last two words, Murong Lianyun suddenly drew the fruit knife she had just concealed in her sleeve and stabbed it at the dark figure. She had practiced martial arts since childhood and was quite skilled, but when she swung the knife, for some reason, she saw the dark figure in front of her sway and split in two. The knife suddenly lost its aim, she staggered, and she collapsed to the ground.

"You..." Murong Lianyun bit her lip hard, tasting the metallic sweetness in her mouth, but she hadn't regained any strength. She wanted to shout loudly, but the sound that came out was as soft as a moan.

"You want to ask me what I'm going to do?" The shadowy figure sneered, stepping forward, bending down, and using two fingers to gently pull the fruit knife from Murong Lianyun's hand, which she could no longer hold, before casually tossing it out the window. Then, with another finger, he forcefully lifted Murong Lianyun's chin. "I don't want to hurt you. I just hope our cooperation can be smoother and our goals aligned, so that misunderstandings like tonight won't happen again." Murong Lianyun remained silent. She felt her limp limbs being filled with waves of heat rising from the depths of her heart, and a restless, itchy desire stirred within her, though she couldn't quite articulate what it was. She suddenly understood her predicament, but was powerless to stop anything.

The shadowy figure fell silent, simply lifting her and tossing her onto the bed. Her clothes were stripped away piece by piece with extreme slowness. Murong Lianyun tried to scream, but could only manage a mournful whimper. For a moment, she thought of Mo Xibei. In this world, besides Mo Xibei, who else could save her? Who else would be willing to save her? But... where was Mo Xibei? She was not far away, in an eerily quiet room, where she could even hear the laughter of many people in the garden. But Mo Xibei wouldn't come; he had completely forgotten her… When her clothes were completely stripped away, Murong Lianyun felt a sudden darkness engulf her. The shadowy figure blindfolded her, and then… cold lips and equally cold, rough hands slid slowly across her chest, touching her burning skin. She could feel a sudden surge of trembling and longing. Yet, even more tears flowed endlessly from her eyes.

"Remember all of this. The reason you endured all of this is because of Mo Xibei. Remember, you must take revenge on her, make her suffer by any means necessary." When the dark figure finally entered her, the burning pain made her shake her body wildly. However, there was no escaping it. Later, she gradually forgot how long it had been. The pain in her body came wave after wave, and in her heart, only one sentence remained: revenge, revenge.

The next day, Mo Xibei got up early, which was unusual for her. After thinking about the matter of Plum Blossom Manor for a while, she decided to go and see. Some things cannot be resolved by hiding. So she decided to see what the other party wanted. At worst, she would run away without doing anything. Money can be earned again if you want. Fortunately, she had learned martial arts over the years and was more than capable of escaping.

As Mo Xibei passed by Lianyundi's courtyard, he heard a little girl inside exclaim "Ah!" He took two steps back, pushed open the half-closed gate, and saw the little girl picking something up from the ground, which shone brightly in the sunlight.

"What's wrong?" Mo Xibei asked.

"I don't know who threw the fruit knife in the yard." The little girl picked up the knife and looked it over. "It's still fresh. It looks like the one I just brought over for Miss Murong the day before yesterday."

"Really?" Mo Xibei was also puzzled. She took two steps closer, took the knife into her hand, and her sharp eyes caught sight of a small hole in the window of Murong Lianyun's room. It looked like the knife had been thrown out of that hole. Feeling uneasy, she quickly went to knock on the door.

A moment later, Murong Lianyun opened the door from inside and was quite surprised to see Mo Xibei. "Sister Mo, so early, is something the matter?"

Mo Xibei looked Murong Lianyun up and down. She was slightly pale and had dark circles under her eyes, but otherwise she seemed normal. He realized that he had imagined things too much, so he just smiled and said, "The girl found your fruit knife under your window. I saw that there was a hole in the window and I was worried that something had happened to you. I'm glad you're alright."

"Haha..." Murong Lianyun suddenly laughed, laughing so hard she could hardly breathe. After a long while, she said, "Sister Mo, you're so kind, but I'm fine."

Mo Xibei frowned slightly, then smiled and said, "Since there's nothing else, let's have breakfast together up ahead."

“Okay, let’s go together.” Murong Lian did not refuse, casually closed the door, and walked ahead. The moment the door closed, Mo Xibei’s steps faltered.

Inside Plum Blossom Manor, the beautiful woman Mo Xibei was waiting for was still the same one he had seen before.

"I thought that Madam had already given this place to me." Mo Xibei got straight to the point, expressing his displeasure at meeting the beautiful woman here, and implying that this place was already his, and since it was his place, the beautiful woman shouldn't have invited him to meet here.

"Because you haven't come back, I can only wait for you here. It's more convenient to talk here than outside." The lady smiled and reached out to take Mo Xibei's hand affectionately. However, although she touched Mo Xibei's sleeve, she grasped nothing.

"You still hate your mother and don't want to acknowledge her?" The lady sighed slightly. Seeing Mo Xibei's expressionless face, she had to pause for a while before saying, "Since you don't want to talk, then listen to me. Over the years, I don't know who I can talk to casually, okay?" Her tone was almost pleading.

"Since I'm here, I'll listen." Mo Xibei wanted to turn around and leave, but her feet wouldn't obey her. She understood that the beautiful woman's plea had ultimately moved her a little.

"What shall we talk about?" The lady was so happy to hear that Mo Xibei was willing to listen to her that she was a little overwhelmed. She looked around before saying to Mo Xibei, "I've had tea and snacks prepared. Shall we sit over there and talk?"

Mo Xibei remained silent, walked to the small tea table, sat in a rocking chair, and watched the beautiful woman follow behind and sit down beside him.

Volume Two: The Wind Leaves a Mark, Chapter Seventeen: Reunion (Part Six)

"Tell me what you wanted to say when you called me here." Seeing that the beautiful woman was hesitant to speak, Mo Xibei had no choice but to remind her, while glancing at the sky outside to indicate that he had limited time.

“Okay, I remember now, I’m going to tell you a story.” The lady seemed to wake from a dream. “A story.”