The Lucky Farm Girl-Chapter 80 - Retaliation is a Must When Peach Blossoms

Chapter 80: Chapter 80 Retaliation is a Must When Peach Blossoms Come Knocking_1

Chapter 80 -80 Retaliation is a Must When Peach Blossoms Come Knocking_1

Gazing deeply at the tightly closed door for a moment, Long Xuanmo turned and walked away, his handsome face devoid of the warmth and roguishness displayed before Yang Mengchen, instead it became even colder and more solemn.

“Find something for the Xiao family to do, to prevent them from harboring any wayward thoughts! Also, send someone to protect the Xiao Hongtao family!”

“Your subordinate obeys!” Mo Lei and Mo Yun emerged from the shadows and respectfully responded in unison.

Ms. Yang was disrespectful to the Prince, yet not only did he not get angry, but he even went along with Ms. Yang. What exactly is going on?

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Not having gone far, Long Xuanmo suddenly stopped, lifting his eyes to gaze at the hazy half-moon in the night sky, “Mo Yun, if you made a girl angry, how would you coax her into forgiving you?”

“Uh?” Mo Yun looked momentarily stunned, then delighted that the Prince had finally come to understand matters of the heart, “Your subordinate would give her jewelry or love poems.”

He was in charge of gathering intelligence and often frequented those establishments, thus he knew that what women liked were nothing more than jewelry. Of course, women who pretended to be loftily pure liked love poems.

“The little girl doesn’t like such vulgar objects.” Besides, was he a man to write love poems? Clearly, Long Xuanmo was very dissatisfied with Mo Yun’s suggestion, “The little girl likes silver the most, but how to make the little girl happily accept it?” he muttered to himself as he continued walking forward, his gaze returning from the sky.

Mo Yun silently rubbed his forehead: Silver is the most vulgar thing, okay?

Mo Lei, a few steps behind, raised an eyebrow and looked towards Mo Yun, “Do you think the Prince has taken a liking to Ms. Yang?”

Mo Yun: “Seems like, perhaps, he should.”

Mo Lei: “No wonder last year when the Emperor sent Palace Maids to the border to enlighten the Prince about human affairs, the Prince gave them away to his subordinates. He always avoided women, so it turns out the Prince likes girls like Ms. Yang… Isn’t his taste a bit intense?”

Mo Yun: “An intense taste is still better than being gay!”

Mo Lei: “That’s true.”

Recalling the rumors in the capital that the Prince had an ambiguous relationship with Young Master Nangong, and that even their four personal guards were the Prince’s male pets, they both felt frustrated. Their orientations had always been quite normal, okay?

Mo Lei: “Ms. Yang has a gentle and refined nature, exceptional medical skills, smart and capable, but Ms. Yang comes from a lowly birth, I’m afraid the Emperor will not agree.”

Mo Yun was about to nod in agreement when he suddenly saw Long Xuanmo’s figure waver ahead, he quickly stepped forward, “Your Highness, what’s wrong?”

“I am fine,” Long Xuanmo waved his hand.

Bearing the increasingly severe itching, he turned to look at the tightly closed door and a bitter smile appeared on Long Xuanmo’s lips.

He had said it; with the little girl’s vengeful nature, how could she easily forgive him? Unbeknownst to him, the little girl had medicated him, and this time he truly had shot himself in the foot!

Feeling the itching on his body grow stronger, Long Xuanmo couldn’t help but quicken his pace and leave.

Baffled, Mo Lei and Mo Yun quickly followed suit.

A figure slowly emerged from shadows somewhere, watching Long Xuanmo’s retreating figure, then looking towards Yang Mengchen’s room, his dark eyes flickering with an enigmatic gleam.

Inside the inner chamber.

Yang Mengchen clutched her chest, her brows tightly knitted with an expression imbued with sadness and annoyance.

Ever since she had accepted this identity, she had deliberately suppressed and ignored the memories of her past life and her relationship with her husband. She hadn’t expected that with a single provocation by Long Xuanmo this evening, everything would erupt entirely.

Only at this moment did she realize that the deep pain from her past life couldn’t be erased simply by changing her body and environment. It was just deeply buried in her heart, waiting for a trigger. Once triggered, that resentment and helplessness surged like a tidal wave, overwhelming her in an instant.

In the end, she had underestimated herself, or to be precise, she couldn’t forget the matters of her past life, especially her husband.

This was extremely dangerous, after all, her family in this life cherished and protected her greatly. She was no longer alone and helpless, and if she showed even a hint of carelessness—like she did tonight—it would surely bring trouble to her family.

As for Long Xuanmo, cooperation between them was inevitable, and avoidance wasn’t an option; she just had to be extra careful and cautious in the future whenever she was in his presence.

The next day, after sending Lady Hua away, Yang Mengchen and her siblings bid farewell to Doctor Luo, his wife, and Luo Jingfan and left with Luo Jingyao in a carriage for home.

No sooner had Yang Mengchen stepped out of the carriage than she saw Madam Zhang Liao and her two daughters, Zhang Meiju and Zhang Meixing, coming out of her family’s courtyard, causing her to slightly furrow her brow.

Approaching quickly, Madam Zhang Liao spoke with a flattering smile, “Ninth Sister is back. You must be tired, right? Come inside and rest. It’s so hot and you’ve been busy all day; you’ve worked hard, Ninth Sister.”

Hearing Madam Zhang Liao speaking as though she were the lady of the house, Yang Mengchen responded with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile and without paying any attention to the presumptuous Madam Zhang Liao, she walked straight into the courtyard.

Madam Zhang Liao’s face immediately turned embarrassed, and her eyes followed Yang Mengchen’s retreating figure with a venomous and infuriated gaze: That wretched girl, acting all high and mighty. When my daughter becomes your sister-in-law, I’ll see how I deal with you!

Watching Yang Chengrong alight from the carriage, Zhang Meiju’s eyes sparkled with emotion and her cheeks flushed with a rosy bloom.

She was beautiful and carried herself with pride and haughtiness. In the past, she wouldn’t have given Yang Chengrong a second glance, but now that the Yang family had prospered, buying lands and mountains, building new houses and factories, and Yang Chengrong had become handsome and gentle, marrying him would ensure she lived the life of a wealthy lady.

Zhang Meixing was staring at Long Xuanmo with unblinking fascination, her face red as dawn, oblivious that she was even drooling.

She had never seen such a breathtakingly beautiful man. The boys in the Yang family couldn’t hold a candle to him. How wonderful it would be if she could marry him; she would never have to pay mind to anyone’s face again.

That morning, as soon as he saw the young girl, Long Xuanmo keenly felt her subtle distancing, although they shared the same carriage on the way back, the girl was engrossed in reading medical texts, as if he didn’t exist. Deep in his frustration and melancholy, he had not expected to encounter such an unattractive woman drooling over him—a real misfortune!

“Guards, take her away and execute her!”

Mo Lei stepped forward immediately, dragging Zhang Meixing away like a dead dog.

Zhang Meixing’s face turned deathly white with fear, her earlier amorous thoughts towards Long Xuanmo replaced by the belief that he was even more terrifying than a demon: “Mother, save me! Mother…”

Zhang Meiju stood rooted to the spot, her mouth agape yet unable to voice a sound.

Hearing her daughter’s panicked screams, Madam Zhang Liao turned around and saw a man roughly dragging her younger daughter away, to which she yelled furiously, “Who are you people? Let go of my daughter! Chengrong, what are you doing standing there, stop them! If my daughter gets hurt, I won’t let you off!” While rebuking Yang Chengrong, she ran towards her younger daughter.

“Your Highness, please calm your anger. She’s just a village girl who doesn’t know any better; I beg you to spare her this once!”

Yang Chengrong had certainly seen Zhang Meixing’s smitten behavior towards Long Xuanmo and felt disgusted himself, but after all, they were from the same village. If Zhang Meixing were to be killed at his doorstep, even if it was because she had offended Long Xuanmo first, and even if it was under Long Xuanmo’s command, his own family could hardly avoid criticism.

Long Xuanmo’s expression was stern, his eyes cold and filled with a murderous aura, completely indifferent to Yang Chengrong’s plea.