Zhou Yuan was almost scared to death by this statement, his face instantly turning pale. Mustering courage, he tremblingly asked: “Miss Chen… forcibly had relations with the Prince?”
So this was why the Prince was so angry after coming out of Miss Chen’s room.
Steward Zhou found it hard to believe, but since these words came directly from Song Jing Rong’s mouth, how could the Prince possibly be angry about this?
But if it were true, that would be quite terrifying.
Outsiders might not know, but as the steward of the Prince’s residence who had served him for many years, how could he not understand how terrifying he could be? Yet, just now, this man who made others tremble had only been angry for a moment before compromising?
And he was going to notify Miss Chen’s father to discuss marriage?
Shocking.
Song Jing Rong frowned, giving Zhou Yuan, whose curiosity had suddenly intensified, a cold sideways glance.
Zhou Yuan’s heart skipped a beat, and he quickly lowered his head and bowed: “This servant will go and handle it right away.”
He left quickly, suppressing his panic with hurried steps.
Song Jing Rong snorted coldly, glancing at Chen Jing’s small courtyard, his barely suppressed anger rising again.
But deep in his heart… in that place untouchable by others, beneath the surface of anger, were unknown feelings of discomfort.
Grievance, bitterness, heartache, pain, and hatred, yet unwilling to harm her in the slightest.
Cold for so many years, experiencing such complex emotions for the first time, and all because of a woman – a woman he had scoffed at just days ago.
Song Jing Rong didn’t even know whether he should be happy or sad now.
He decisively rejected the idea of using Chen Jing and her father’s plan. Those who accomplish great things must have the bearing and style of doing great things. If he’s a man, he’ll conquer this territory and give it to her!
After having this idea, Song Jing Rong became even more passionate. He didn’t want to be determined by a charlatan and wanted to break free from this disgusting thing called fate.
But now, thinking of Jing Jing waiting for him on the bed, Song Jingrong couldn’t help but curl his lips and smile.
Chapter 61 Pervert 7 After sending off the Alliance Leader, when Song Jingrong finished his business, it was just mealtime. Song Jingrong walked directly to Chen Jing’s courtyard. Zhou Yuan understood and hurriedly ordered the servants to bring the dishes to Chen Jing’s place.
Although Chen Jing’s martial arts were not great, the Alliance Leader was afraid she might run away, so he had forcibly made her practice for many years. By now, if she really wanted to escape from the Static King’s mansion, she would have more than enough ability. Unfortunately, this idea hadn’t yet been implemented before being destroyed by Song Jingrong. This guy was crazy and directly fed her a muscle-weakening powder! Because of this, Chen Jing was extremely uncomfortable. Since discovering she couldn’t move and could only lie in bed at others’ mercy, she had fallen into deep silence, completely ignoring Song Jingrong’s existence.
After washing his hands, Song Jingrong walked slowly to the bedside and bent down to kiss her forehead. Chen Jing turned her head slightly, avoiding him. Song Jingrong’s face changed instantly, his gaze dangerous and dark, lips tightly pressed, with his hand behind his back, clenching tightly where she couldn’t see. The atmosphere in the room solidified, making one feel oppressed and gloomy.
After a long while, Song Jingrong sat down at the bedside, his gaze dark and unclear: “Does Miss Chen hate me so much?”
Chen Jing’s expression was indifferent: “The actions of the Prince are naturally disgusting. Since you’ve done it, why care about what I think?”
“But if I didn’t do this, would you have obediently stayed here?!”
Song Jingrong’s face was tense, suppressing the emotions rolling in his heart. He leaned forward, tightly gripping her hand, and softly said: “Jing Jing, didn’t you like me? At the Golden Armor Building, you wanted me. Now, no matter what you want to do, I’ll satisfy you. Isn’t that good?”
Chen Jing pulled her hand away, her face cold, looking completely unmoved: “Save these words for your future princess. I want to sleep.”
Song Jingrong’s face gradually darkened: “Does Miss Chen mean she’s no longer interested in me?”
Chen Jing closed her eyes, sneering: “No one likes a madman. So what if he’s beautiful as an immortal? I simply can’t bear it. Your Highness, go find someone else.”
Song Jingrong’s heart was in turmoil, negative emotions accumulating with her cold-hearted words, finally blocking his heart, painful to the point of breathlessness.
As if seeking abuse, his pitch-black eyes radiating cold air, he spoke word by word, grinding his teeth: “…Say that again.”
Chen Jing looked at him calmly: “Your Highness has already heard it. Repeating it won’t make it different from what was just said.”
” Song Jingrong took a deep breath: “Are you deliberately trying to anger me?” Chen Jing lowered her brows: “Whatever Your Highness says. Anyway, I’m now powerless, lying in bed like a waste. Your Highness can say or do whatever you want…”
Chapter 62: Pervert 8
The news of the marriage between the Silent King and the Alliance Leader’s beloved daughter spread quickly, surprising not only the Emperor but also those who knew the Silent King, who found it hard to believe.
Although the Silent King was gentle, his demeanor did not seem like someone who would marry a woman from the martial world. Moreover, Princess Anping had already hinted to the Emperor about wanting to marry the Silent King as her consort, and the Emperor had not thought highly of the Silent King in earlier years.
However, in recent years, perhaps due to the Emperor’s aging and increasingly tense border conflicts, the Emperor would never agree to marry off the princess in such circumstances.
After careful consideration, when Princess Anping acted coquettishly, the Emperor was moved. After all, the national advisor had said that the Silent King was a lucky charm for the country, so marrying him would not be a disadvantage for the princess. “
Thus, before the rumors of the Silent King’s marriage to the Alliance Leader’s daughter could spread further, the Emperor took the initiative and bestowed the marriage.
At the Silent King’s residence, Chen Jing was walking in the courtyard when she heard the news.
Since that day’s kiss, Chen Jing remained weak, but she could at least go out. Song Jingrong had even dispatched several hidden guards with superior martial arts to follow her and prevent her escape.
Steward Zhou Yuan approached with a pale face, bowing respectfully: “Miss Chen, the Prince requests you to accompany me somewhere.”
Chen Jing raised an eyebrow, as this was the first time Song Jingrong had someone invite her out.
She asked, “Where are we going?”
Zhou Yuan bowed even lower: “The Prince said you’ll understand once you’re there.”
“Alright, lead the way,” Chen Jing casually agreed, being supported by a maidservant and following Zhou Yuan leisurely.
Zhou Yuan remained nervous. Chen Jing observed him throughout the journey and, noticing his heavy thoughts, asked, “What’s troubling you, Manager Zhou?”
“Nothing, miss,” Zhou Yuan lowered his head. “It’s just the hot weather.”
In fact, Manager Zhou was terrified.
The Prince, seemingly triggered by something, had gone to the dark room again and asked him to bring Miss Chen.
Chen Jing asked once, and seeing he was unwilling to elaborate, withdrew her gaze and stopped inquiring.
Soon, Zhou Yuan stopped in front of a cool, gloomy courtyard.
“We’re here,” Zhou Yuan secretly wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled. “Miss Chen, you can go in alone. The Prince doesn’t like outsiders entering.”
