dtnovels Chapter 126 Unyielding in the Face of Stealing Love, Using Clever Written Agreements to Regroup and
Chapter 126 Unyielding in the Face of Stealing Love, Using Clever Written Agreements to Regroup and
“I only want to marry you, Young Master Wang, I don’t care about anything else,” Hong Xiuying replied, tightening her grip on the knife.
"Then I misjudged him." Murong Junlan wouldn't waste his time on someone who wasn't worth wasting his time on. He said dismissively, "Let go."
Hong Xiuying retorted, "What if I don't let go?"
Prince Murong frowned: "Then don't blame me for being impolite." He flicked the knife hard with his left hand, and the knife fell to the ground with a clatter. He turned around, grabbed Yan'er's hand, and took a long stride to leave.
"You've got some skill," Hong Xiuying retorted defiantly. "If you can beat me, I'm willing to accept the loss. How about it?"
“If you lose, you will marry Young Master Zhong and become the abbot of Anqiao Temple,” Murong Junlan said, revealing his thoughts.
"What?" What concept? Not only was Hong Xiuying stunned, but everyone present was also unable to comprehend it.
Marrying Young Master Zhong and then becoming the abbot of Anqiao Temple? Is this being a monk or not?
“The new rule for abbots is that they can leave the monastery.” Murong Junlan ignored the surprised looks from the crowd.
"If I win, you must marry me," Hong Xiuying said confidently.
“Okay. What if I win?” Murong Junlan asked.
“I will marry Young Master Zhong and become the abbot of Anqiao Temple.” Hong Xiuying thought to herself, “You can talk after you beat me.”
"It's a word."
"What should we compare?" Hong Xiuying looked at Murong Junlan, who then turned to look at Yan'er.
"Love...girl, what's better than that?"
"Sweep the king... oh no, young master, you decide for yourself." Yan'er wanted to say "sweep the turtle," but suddenly remembered that Hong Xiuying's long whip was even better at sweeping the turtle, and she was worried that the prince would not be able to win.
“Since you love… if this young lady wants me to play with turtles, then let’s have this competition.” Yan’er tugged at Prince Murong’s sleeve. The prince seemed not to understand her meaning and continued:
“How about we have a rematch of the two matches on the stage?” Hong Xiuying was confident of victory.
“Alright.” Prince Murong suddenly turned to the county magistrate who was watching the commotion and said, “Magistrate, to be fair, please bring me pen and ink and we will draw up a written agreement.”
"Yes."
The magistrate immediately began writing furiously, but as soon as he finished, he realized something was amiss. Oh, right, it seems he'd brought his own son in as collateral. Wait, how did their fight end up bringing his son in as collateral...?
"Not finished writing yet?" Prince Murong was getting a little impatient.
"It's written, it's written." The county magistrate, not daring to think too much, handed over the document. Prince Murong and Hong Xiuying each pressed their fingerprints, and the two began their contest. The magistrate could only stand aside and watch the contest quietly.
The first round was about whipping turtles, and Prince Murong let Hong Xiuying go first. Hong Xiuying still held that long whip, and with a whoosh, she whipped a large pile of buns that the magistrate's men had just bought from the doorway to the magistrate's desk.
Hong Xiuying put away her whip, flicked it twice to wipe away non-existent dust from her body, and smiled confidently: "Young Master Wang, please."
Prince Murong walked up to the steamed buns, turned around to look at Yan'er who had been worried about him, and smiled: "Ai... Miss, do you think this... young master will win?"
"Love...girl?" Yan'er felt a little awkward hearing it. Couldn't he use a different form of address? Originally worried, Yan'er relaxed immediately upon hearing Prince Murong's question. She thought, "Win or lose, it's not me who loses, it's you who loses." She simply turned her head away and refused to look.
Oh dear, Prince Murong was dumbfounded. Wasn't she always so concerned about him? Why is she ignoring him now that he's asked? Did he ask the wrong question? A hint of disappointment crossed Prince Murong's mind. It seems he'll have to use his real skills to win back his beloved concubine's heart.
Prince Murong smiled slightly, walked to Yan'er's side, and took her small hand in his: "My dear concubine, I need to watch this young master compete in order to have the confidence to win."
Yan'er thought to herself, "Whether I watch or not, you're doomed to lose this round. I've already seen your turtle-scratching skills." Just then, she heard a "whoosh" behind her. Yan'er turned around and saw that all the buns on the table were suspended in mid-air. "So what? It's still not as exciting as Hong Xiuying's," Yan'er pouted disdainfully. Prince Murong saw this out of the corner of his eye, moved his right hand, and pushed with his left, sending the buns spinning round and round in the air.