Reborn as the Crippled King's Beloved-Chapter 42 - : Arranging a Marriage between Big Sister and Bo Mansion

Chapter 42: Chapter 42: Arranging a Marriage between Big Sister and Bo Mansion

Murong Man’s smile stiffened on her face, but she quickly recovered, incredulously saying to Murong Jiu:

“Ninth Sister, what are you talking about? How can you just assume, based on your own suppositions, that I have an affair with the Second Prince? I’ve told you, there’s nothing between the Second Prince and me—why won’t you believe me?”

“How is it merely a supposition when someone has personally told me that the Second Prince helped the Marquis Mansion by knocking me out and sending me into the bridal sedan for you? How am I supposed to forgive you?”

Murong Man’s expression became somewhat panicked, “Who is it? Who is spouting nonsense? Ninth Sister, the matter of the bride replacement was all a misunderstanding, it had nothing to do with me or the Second Prince!”

“Is that so?”

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Murong Jiu said disbelievingly, “I treated you as a sister, yet you deceived me like this, deeply disappointing me.”

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“Ninth Sister, I really did not deceive you!”

“Then why did you not marry? The eldest son of Duke of Suen’s Mansion proposed to the Marquis Mansion, such a fine suitor, why did you not accept him?”

“Naturally, it’s because I do not like the eldest son of the Duke of Suen.”

Murong Jiu scoffed, “The eldest son is dignified and accomplished, with boundless prospects. There are hardly a few in the Capital City who are better than him. Or is it that, big sister, you are waiting to become the Second Prince’s consort?”

“How could that be possible! I have never thought about becoming the Second Prince’s consort. If it weren’t for you taking the bridal sedan, I would have already become Princess Consort Ling.”

“Then I’ll give Prince Ling back to you. Now go out, plead with Noble Consort Qi, and become a concubine of Prince Ling. Once I divorce the Prince, you’ll become the principal consort. Wouldn’t that be good?”

Murong Man was at a loss for words.

Of course, she did not wish to become Princess Consort Ling—who would want to marry a man who was crippled and disfigured?

Before the accident with Jun Yuyan, she had dreamt of marrying him, but times had changed; now Jun Yuyan was not worthy of her.

Meanwhile, Jun Yuyan, standing at the door, lowered his hand that was about to knock.

“His Highness Prince Ling, my mistress and the Princess Consort are talking right now, she should be out soon,”

Hearing the voice of Murong Man’s maid outside, Murong Jiu turned around, feeling a bit guilty.

She did not really intend to have Jun Yuyan marry Murong Man as a concubine; it was just to provoke her. A woman with a heart like a venomous snake, like Murong Man, did not deserve Jun Yuyan.

He must not have heard, since the volume of their conversation wasn’t loud.

“Ninth Sister, I don’t know who has been filling your head with nonsense, but we are sisters; how could I covet your man? If I really had such intentions, would I still pass messages to you? Think about it, it must be someone trying to sow discord!”

Murong Man spoke in a hushed voice, her attitude sincere.

Sisters, what a notion of sisters.

Ignoring her, Murong Jiu turned and walked out, pulling the door open only to see Jun Yuyan standing under the eaves, watching the raindrops connecting into lines.

Turning back, his silvery mask seemed to radiate a cold light.

“Father called me over.”

So he had been waiting here just to inform her of this.

“Go ahead, my lord, I’ll wait for you with mother,”

Jun Yuyan looked at her, nodded, his gaze sweeping over her belly before he moved into the rain with an umbrella.

Murong Man watched this scene, her brow furrowed tightly.

Why was Prince Ling so tender towards Murong Man?

She had never seen Prince Ling so pleasant and gentle with any woman.

Before Prince Ling’s accident, she had tried to see him daily, constantly pleasing Noble Consort Qi. Back then, she even made desserts to find an excuse to meet him alone, only for him to tell her he did not eat sweets and pass by her expressionlessly.

There were many times when Noble Consort Qi, pleased with her, deliberately created opportunities for her to be alone with Prince Ling, yet he would not even speak, always cold and distant, as if rejecting people thousands of miles away.

Thus, she was greatly surprised. Before, in front of Noble Consort Qi, she thought it was just Prince Ling protecting his wife, that he would have treated anyone else the same.

But just now, His Highness Prince Ling had actually stayed behind specifically to speak to Murong Jiu before leaving, his gaze showing no impatience.

Could it be that he really sees Murong Jiu as his Principal Consort?

This ugly woman is also worthy?

Even if she herself did not look up to Prince Ling, Murong Man also did not believe that Murong Jiu was qualified to be Princess Consort Ling.

If it weren’t for her giving Murong Jiu the opportunity to substitute for the marriage, Murong Jiu would still be just a loveless country bumpkin!

Murong Man thought, it might be that Prince Ling felt a kindred spirit in Murong Jiu and thus he showed a bit of compassion, nothing more!

At this moment, Zhen Zhu came over with an umbrella, her face full of joy as she said:

“Princess Consort, are you cold? I just went back to get a cloak for you, please put it on quickly.”

Murong Man’s heart skipped a beat.

This maid must have gone to see the Second Prince.

What did she tell the Second Prince? Did she say that Murong Jiu knew about her affair with the Second Prince and wanted her to get married?

No worries, even if she said that, the Second Prince would definitely not let her get married.

She herself is the woman the Second Prince loves the most; even his frail cousin has to step aside.

How could he listen to Murong Jiu and just let her get married?

Murong Jiu did not refuse Zhen Zhu’s help with the cloak, and as expected, under the cover of the cloak, Zhen Zhu handed her a piece of paper.

Murong Man watched intensely.

She hooked her lips into a smile and said to Murong Man, “Big sister, our conversation earlier wasn’t finished. Shall we continue?”

“Of course, it’s not easy to meet with my sister, I have endless things to say.”

Murong Man bore a sisterly expression on her face.

The two of them then went into a side hall, and Murong Jiu let Zhen Zhu come in as well.

“Zhen Zhu, close the door,” she said.

As she spoke, she unfolded the piece of paper in her hand.

“It’s His Highness the Second Prince’s handwriting, big sister. What do you think the Second Prince told me?”

What could he have said?

Murong Man guessed they were just words to appease Murong Jiu, similar to those she herself had conveyed earlier.

Murong Jiu suddenly covered her mouth in shock and said, “Oh my, it seems His Highness really has nothing to do with big sister. It was a misunderstanding on my part.”

Murong Man felt a bad premonition; she smiled somewhat stiffly, “I and the Second Prince were indeed innocent. Ninth Sister, what did the Second Prince say to you?”

“He said that he wants you to marry the eldest son of Duke of Suen’s Mansion, to establish a marital alliance between Marquis Mansion and Duke’s Mansion. Surely Marquis Mansion would also be very satisfied with this marriage.”

“Impossible!”

Murong Man walked closer incredulously, wanting to look at the paper in Murong Jiu’s hand.

Without hiding anything, Murong Jiu handed her the paper:

“Look for yourself, big sister. His Highness said that now only the eldest son of Duke of Suen’s Mansion is worthy of you, and he will surely help you make this marriage happen.”

Murong Man scanned the paper rapidly, her heart feeling half cold.

She could not believe that the Second Prince would have her get married, but his handwriting was unmistakable, even if it were burned to ashes.

Why? Had the Second Prince, for the sake of a Murong Jiu, abandoned her?