Quick Transmigration: The Mad Beauty Refuses to Be the Scapegoat!-Chapter 93 - 4: The Princess Who Refuses to Be Cannon Fodder (Part 4)

Chapter 93: Chapter 4: The Princess Who Refuses to Be Cannon Fodder (Part 4)

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Murong Yan hastily denied.

"Just now, it was you, Marquis, who said it yourself. The Prince, as the True Dragon’s Son, was likened to a beast by you. Everyone present heard it clearly. Tomorrow, when I go to the palace to chat with my sister, should I tell her about what happened today?"

"Ah, the Prince and I have been close since childhood. Those words were just a joke, Princess. Please don’t take them seriously. If you go to the palace tomorrow, I would rather ask you to greet Lady Liang for me. Sanlang, I was in the wrong, I’ll take this man-monkey away."

"Oh, Marquis just said you came to present a gift for the wedding. Now you’re taking the man-monkey away; what about the gift? Could you have forgotten to bring it?"

Jiang Lai smiled innocently, but her words were relentless, causing Murong Yan to feel overwhelmed. In the end, he promised to give her a newly built summer resort, which he hadn’t even had the chance to enjoy yet. Only then was she satisfied.

After leaving a promissory note, Murong Yan slinked away, taking the ugly man-monkey with him.

Back in the room, Murong Dun silently looked at the inked note in his hand, still somewhat in disbelief. He couldn’t believe that Murong Yan, who always found pleasure in oppressing him, had stumbled so greatly today. And in front of him, the seemingly gentle Jiang Lai was surprisingly eloquent.

"Husband, with this estate, we can escape the heat now."

"Have you seen a man-monkey before?"

Jiang Lai shook her head.

"No."

"Then why weren’t you scared at all by that strange thing?"

"It’s just a hairless monkey, what’s there to be afraid of? Husband, there aren’t so many supernatural things in this world. Next time Murong Yan dares to bully you, I’ll teach him a lesson!"

When Jiang Lai said this, there was still an arrogance born of pampering on her face, but Murong Dun didn’t feel repulsed. Instead, he found her naive and innocent.

He looked away, calming his mind.

"You should rest. I have work to attend to."

"Husband, will you be back tonight?"

"I’m not sure, don’t wait for me, get some sleep early."

Jiang Lai obediently nodded, listening to the footsteps slowly fade away, then lazily walked towards the soft couch.

"Xiao Lian, come here and massage my legs."

Xiao Lian obediently knelt by the couch, gently hammering Jiang Lai’s legs with a small mallet.

Feeling it was not comfortable enough, Jiang Lai simply lifted her thin gauze skirt up to her thighs. This way, the mallet exerted slightly more force, making it cooler, and Jiang Lai quickly fell asleep.

During this time, she seemed to hear Xiao Lian say something to her ear, but she was too sleepy to hear it clearly. She just nodded hazily, mumbling in response.

"Princess, Young Master Ling has come to see you."

"Hmm... Hm?"

"Princess, shall I let him in?"

"Hmm..."

Xiao Lian put down the mallet and walked out, while Jiang Lai turned slightly, in a state of half-consciousness, seeing a tall black figure standing at the door. Against the light, his back was straight with a lean waist and long legs.

Jiang Lai seemed paralyzed, knowing someone was here but unable to sit up, only able to watch that figure slowly approach and then sit beside her, silently staring at her for a long time.

Then Jiang Lai felt the man’s hand slowly reaching towards her neck. The rough fingertips grazing her skin made her shiver involuntarily. His movements were slow, as if leisurely examining a lamb to be slaughtered.

At this moment, Xiao Lian returned, and the man stood up.

"Since Sister is still sleeping, I’ll visit another time."

The voice was clear and clean, each word enunciated with slow elegance and warmth.

After he left, Jiang Lai finally broke free from her paralysis, suddenly opening her eyes wide, her head aching as she stared at the red pillars above.

Xiao Lian was still attending to her, and seeing Jiang Lai awake, handed her a soft towel.

"Princess, please wipe your face first."

"Who came just now?"

"It was Young Master Ling, he came to visit you, but you were asleep."

Young Master Ling?

Jiang Lai frowned, pondering for a moment, before finally recalling something about Young Master Ling from her original’s memories.

He was an adopted son of Jiang Xiong, taken in because the Jiang Family had three daughters but no sons. To continue the bloodline, Jiang Xiong adopted an orphan whose parents had died on the battlefield and named him Jiang Ling.

Jiang Ling had followed Jiang Xiong into battle since childhood. By fourteen, he was nearly eight feet tall, strong and incredibly powerful, an indomitable warrior on the battlefield, a rare martial arts prodigy seen once in a millennium.

Jiang Xiong admired him greatly, and even after Mrs. Jiang later had a son, Jiang Ling was still being groomed as a successor. Throughout the year, he was mostly thrown into the military camp for training.

Now, at only seventeen, Jiang Ling was already a Lieutenant General.

Because he was always in the military camp and rarely returned, Jiang Lai was not familiar with this adopted brother at all, only possibly seeing him once a year during New Year’s, and even then, it was just a greeting.

No wonder the original owner had no impression of Young Master Ling.

Because this guy hadn’t returned home for two years.

Upon returning, he seemed even larger and more robust.

"Why did he come?"

Their relationship was so distant that they might not recognize each other on the street. How could Jiang Ling specifically come to see her?

Oh, Jiang Lai recalled that the original owner disliked this outsider brother in childhood and often bullied him secretly behind Jiang Xiong’s back, making him kneel and act as a horse for her to ride...

Could that be why his hand extended to her neck in gesturing?

Could this person bear grudges too much?

Xiao Lian shook her head blankly.

"Young Master Ling didn’t say why, he just left something for you and went."

With that, Xiao Lian handed her a small box placed aside.

Jiang Lai opened it to find a bejeweled hairpin inside, with a bird clutching a ruby in its beak on top, vivid and exquisitely beautiful.

The original owner’s memory did indeed include Young Master Ling giving her a hairpin after visiting her.

But at the time, the original owner didn’t think much of it, and because she liked it, she wore it regularly until it was lost at some point. She was sad for a long time but eventually gave up. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

After Jiang Xiong’s incident, Jiang Ling was the first to be taken as a scapegoat, pushed to the execution stand.

Looking at this man seemed fine, but Jiang Lai felt something was off.

Soon, Little Buding told her why it felt off.

"Do you know who Jiang Ling’s true identity is?"

"He has a true identity?"

"Of course, a character this handsome written by the author would certainly have a backstory."

Jiang Lai nodded, finding it reasonable.

The original owner, by contrast, with an unremarkable appearance, clearly had a fate as cannon fodder.