I'm a princess, so what if I have three husbands?

Chapter 113 Breaking the Face

Zhongli Yueluo was caught in the middle and was in a very difficult position.

In the end, we compromised. It's always better to keep it under our noses than to keep it in the dark.

After all, he hasn't shown his strength yet. If he really is one of the Twelve Demons, then he must have some other special qualities.

The next day, Miaoqing slowly woke up from her room.

His eyes gleamed with a fierce light, and it was unclear what had happened yesterday.

He was just about to get up when he heard footsteps outside, so he quickly closed his eyes tightly.

She even pulled the blanket up over herself, pretending to be half asleep.

Zhongli Yueluo opened the door, and He Yuhuan followed behind, pretending to be very worried.

"It seems that Young Master Miaoqing has not woken up yet. I wonder if it's because he fell into the water and caught a chill yesterday."

“Master, he’s awake.” He Yuhuan has a keen sense of perception and can tell whether someone is truly asleep or not with just a glance.

Miao Qing, unable to continue pretending on the bed any longer, slowly sat up.

Her hair was loosely draped over her shoulders, and when she looked up, the same look she had given her yesterday returned.

She casually tossed her hair back and asked, "Miss, I didn't say anything nonsense yesterday, did I?"

Zhongli Yuelu shook her head calmly, appearing extremely sincere.

"We saw you faint yesterday, put you on the bed, and then we all left. Are you feeling any better today?"

His blue eyes stared intently into Zhongli Yueluo's eyes.

But Zhongli Yueluo didn't shy away at all; she wasn't lying.

"By the way, we're planning to make a temporary stop at the shore. If you want to leave, you can disembark this afternoon."

She casually opened the window of the room, and a cool breeze blew in again.

"Miss, you're kicking me out. I can pay the boat fare. Please take me to my destination."

His eyes darted around, and he looked pitiful.

He Yuhuan felt that this person was very fake, and tugged at Zhongli Yueluo's sleeve, not wanting to stay with him.

"Since Young Master Miaoqing says so, then we will not stop here and will continue to move forward."

After she finished speaking, she was about to leave, treating him as if he were a guest staying on the ship.

Miaoqing was still a little worried and called for a stop: "Miss, I really didn't say anything yesterday?"

She shook her head and asked in return, "Do you have some secret that we can't hear from you?"

He chuckled softly, then got up from the bed.

He wouldn't trust any of them, and he approached Zhongli Yueluo step by step, water droplets swirling around his hands.

Zhongli Yueluo felt a chill run down her spine. Was he going to break off all pretense and make a move right now?

"Young Master Miaoqing!"

He loosened his grip slightly: "Miss, Miaoqing only noticed some dust on your shoulder, why are you so afraid?"

That look in his eyes just now clearly meant he wanted to kill her, how could she not be scared? She took two steps back, grabbed He Yuhuan's hand, and walked outside.

Miaoqing also took two steps back and sat on the bed. Something must have happened yesterday.

But he had no idea what exactly happened.

After tidying myself up, I went outside again. I had already reached the middle of the river, and the wind outside was chilly.

They had all put on cloaks, and there were many more servants, but they were all wearing the same masks.

Zhongli Yueluo stood alone on the deck at the bow of the ship once again.

Miao Qing clicked her tongue; this woman didn't care about him at all.

He might as well just deal with the Su brothers directly; he couldn't be bothered with them.

However, after looking around the ship, they couldn't find the Su brothers, nor even the young lord of the Zheng clan.

Miao Qing shook her head repeatedly, muttering, "Strange...strange!"

In the end, she walked to Zhongli Yueluo's side. Today she seemed much gentler, and it wasn't an act.

"Miss, where are your husbands?"

He casually tossed his hair, his eyes gleaming with a cold blue light.

"They're away on business right now, why are you asking about them?"

Miao Qing smiled. It's so good that they're not here!

Those once alluring and gentle eyes now held a cold glint in their eyes, revealing a fierce glint.

He conjured a sharp knife from water in his hand, concealed it behind his back, and took a step closer to Zhongli Yueluo.

He stared at her snow-white neck; if he were to cut her, a beautiful spray of blood would likely appear.

Thinking of this, he was about to raise his hand when Yin Yi appeared behind him.

Pretending not to see them, she called out, "Yu Huan, Yu Huan? Where are you?"

This shout abruptly interrupted his spellcasting, almost causing him internal injuries.

However, the water-formed blades were scattered on the deck, dripping.

Zhongli Yueluo leaned closer to him, tilting her head in confusion: "Why did water suddenly fall onto the deck?"

Miao Qing awkwardly stepped back and shook his head; he couldn't explain it either.

That morning, he seized many opportunities, but each time he was about to take action, he was interrupted by inexplicable people.

Finally, at noon, he met the Su brothers.

The three exchanged glances, and Zhongli Yueluo quietly moved to the side.

"You're shameless! Why are you bothering a married woman like that!"

Su Fengling complained that even if there was nothing between them, he still didn't want Zhongli Yueluo to have contact with other men.

"Gentlemen, if you don't want me to bother your wives, why don't you come to my room and we can have a proper chat?"

It turns out his flirting is indiscriminate, regardless of gender.

Zhongli Yueluo couldn't help but shiver.

The Su brothers exchanged a glance and actually followed Miaoqing to his room.

With a wave of his hand, the door closed, the barrier opened, and those outside couldn't hear anything happening inside.

Miao Qing then revealed his true colors, after all, he was also being driven by Zi Sang.

Let's get the important stuff done as soon as possible.

His originally handsome face gradually grinned, and the sharp teeth in his mouth did bear a resemblance to those of He Yuhuan.

"Young lords, if you were at your peak, I certainly wouldn't dare to fight you, but it seems that Young Lord Feng's magic power has almost dissipated, hasn't it?" He let out a strange, cackling laugh.

Su Fengling twirled the plum blossom dart between his fingers, seemingly indifferent.

To him, Miao Qing posed no threat whatsoever.

They simply wanted to capture him and extract more information from him, since they knew nothing about the current Guichouyuan.

They only exchanged glances before starting a fight, so fast that only afterimages could be seen.

The sounds of swords clashing and water splashing filled the air.

The sound of tables and chairs overturning, followed by the sound of swords piercing flesh.

The room gradually returned to calm. Su Fengling was unharmed, but the plum blossom dart was stuck in Miao Qing's shoulder.

Those blue eyes were filled with resentment and anger.

"That's it? You call that the level of the Twelve Ghosts? Who does Zisang Luohua think she is!"

Su Fengling's dark eyes already revealed killing intent.

Miao Qing suddenly stirred up a large splash of water, and her lower body could actually transform into water, which Su Fengling had not expected. He was about to draw his sword to stop her.

He then plunged through the window into the Heartless River.

The wounds on my body were also relieved by being soaked in water.

Thinking he could escape, he was surprised to find himself facing He Yuhuan's eyes in the blink of an eye!