Quick Transmigration: The Mad Beauty Refuses to Be the Scapegoat!-Chapter 92 - 3: The Laid-back Princess Refuses to Be Cannon Fodder (Part 3)

Chapter 92: Chapter 3: The Laid-back Princess Refuses to Be Cannon Fodder (Part 3)

"Husband!"

A clear and crisp voice caught Murong Dun’s attention as he noticed the woman jogging over from afar.

Her dress swayed, her slim waist was like a willow, and as she moved, the simple jewels on her head clinked melodiously. Accompanying that sound was an exceptionally charming fair face.

Murong Dun was stunned for a moment, looking at the woman before him, clearly not expecting Jiang Lai to look like this.

He had seen her once before when they went boating, but had only caught a glimpse of her back.

"Husband, you worked hard last night. Would you like some porridge? I’ve had the kitchen prepare some for you. Let’s have breakfast together."

Murong Dun, upon hearing about last night, frowned in confusion.

"Last night?"

"Yes, didn’t you have to handle official duties suddenly last night? Are you tired? Have something to eat first!"

And so, Murong Dun was dragged into the room in a muddle, seated at the table, with a bowl of porridge in hand.

In front of him, Jiang Lai kept serving him food, her actions mixed with a little caution. Her gaze never left him, her bright and beautiful almond-shaped eyes filled with joy.

Murong Dun felt somewhat unnatural being stared at, and his tone was stiff.

"Eat if you’re eating, why do you keep staring at me?"

"Because you’re handsome, husband. I missed looking at you last night, so I’m making up for it today."

As she spoke, Jiang Lai served him another dish, her eyes filled with laughter.

Throughout the meal, Murong Dun didn’t know how many times he scolded Jiang Lai, but no matter what he said, it was futile. She would only lower her eyes in momentary disappointment, then continue to sneak peeks at him.

"Husband, do you have to handle official duties again tonight? Do you need me to accompany you?"

"No need, official duties are busy lately. You just need to handle the household affairs."

After finishing the meal, Murong Dun got up to leave, but Jiang Lai stopped him from behind, asking innocently.

"Since you’re my husband, you have to tell me where you’re going."

Murong Dun felt immediate displeasure, the little shift in opinion he had towards Jiang Lai evaporating, leaving only impatience as he looked at her.

"Do I need to report my actions to you? Don’t forget your status!"

With that, he pulled his sleeve from her grasp and turned to leave.

"What are you doing? Men like soft approaches, especially that dog of a man, Murong Dun, who cares a lot about appearances."

Jiang Lai clapped her hands, raised her eyebrows, and smiled.

"If you’re too soft, he won’t treat you like a person. Who cares? He will come back."

As Jiang Lai expected, the next morning, Murong Dun did return.

Though still wearing an indifferent expression, he had breakfast with Jiang Lai and commented before leaving.

"As a princess, having only one maid is too modest. I’ll arrange for another in a few days."

Jiang Lai, full from the meal and feeling sleepy, just nodded lazily, then got up, assisted by a maid, to recline on the luxurious and opulent red beauty couch. She propped her head up with one hand, letting her dark hair cascade down her waist, wearing the jade bracelet given by the old madam on one wrist. She picked a grape and placed it between her red lips, gently squeezing the juice out.

This scene, languid and charming, was like a painting.

Seeing this, Murong Dun, despite thinking of someone else, couldn’t help but have his throat move up and down as he watched her unawares, licking his own bright red lips.

Her sleepy eyes, carrying a hint of allure, lazily yawned, her jade hand placed near her mouth, her voice low and soft.

"Prince, you kept me waiting again for you all night last night. If you stay out another night, I’ll be cross. It’s all your fault, I’ve been losing sleep lately."

"Sleep if you’re tired. Don’t wait for me."

When saying this, Murong Dun himself didn’t realize how much softer his tone had become.

Jiang Lai, though sleepy, was very aware, looking at him with a trace of grievance in her eyes.

"Are you leaving again tonight?"

The man’s breathing grew a bit rapid, and somewhere deep down, he felt a slight urge to stay overnight.

Just then, an announcement came from outside.

"Prince, Marquis Anping is here to see you, saying he brought something new and interesting for you to examine."

Murong Dun quickly regained his composure, cleared his throat, averted his gaze, and got up to leave.

"Wait."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Lai, who was just drowsy, sat up, her beautiful eyes hazy, clutching Murong Dun’s sleeve and softly speaking.

"I want to go too. I haven’t met the prince’s friends yet."

In a state of equal parts sleepiness and softness, her body unintentionally leaned over, a faint fragrance wafting over, making Murong Dun awkwardly look away.

"If you want to go, then go. Stand firm, don’t act so casually and become a laughing stock."

"I know, husband."

"Husband" once felt utterly uncomfortable to hear at first, to the point he wanted to gag her.

Now, just a couple of days later, he’d gotten used to her sweet and delicate calls, though it still felt a bit uneasy inside.

The couple went to the front hall together, where Marquis Anping Murong Yan was already waiting, a cage covered with black cloth before him.

"Wow, so intimately in love, others can only envy such affection!"

Murong Dun frowned, ignoring him, sitting down and pointing to the cage.

"What strange and bizarre thing have you brought this time?"

"You’ll know when you see it."

With that, he signaled a servant to lift the curtain, and the next moment, what was inside the cage was exposed in the air, its strange appearance causing the maid serving tea to let out a sharp scream.

"Monster!"

This reaction amused Murong Yan, and he laughed loudly, looking toward Jiang Lai, waiting for her reaction, only to see her yawn, then look up at the thing in the cage, expressionless, with no reaction.

Murong Dun’s reaction was even more than hers.

"What is this thing? It looks human but crawls on the ground, with sharp, pointed teeth?"

Murong Yan stood up, pointing to the cage.

"This is a human-monkey, not quite human, not quite monkey. What do you think? Isn’t it peculiar?"

"It’s indeed peculiar, but it’s just an animal."

"Animal or not, it’s something rare to see. When I first saw it, it reminded me of you. Since I didn’t gift you anything on your wedding day, how about I give you this human-monkey as a wedding present now?"

Murong Yan laughed maniacally, clearly coming with this thing to spite and mock Murong Dun, especially since Murong Dun had no power, no influence, and often clashed with him politically.

Murong Dun kept a firm face, forcing a smile, filled with anger but having to endure it given his current position.

Just as he was about to swallow this discontent, a clear voice suddenly came from his side.

"Did the Marquis say this animal looks like the Prince? Could it be that you’ve had too much to drink in broad daylight and got confused? The Prince is a son of Your Majesty, resembling him closely. When you say this animal looks like the Prince, are you implying that this animal resembles Your Majesty..."