The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife The Sly Lady Chapter 247: Beating up the Silly Girl

“My beggar friend is fine, why should I take a look at him...” the young lady said indignantly as she turned round casually, only to find the beggar missing from the spot...

Not even his shadow could be seen in the bustling street full of strangers...

“Oh, where did he go?” The young lady frowned confusedly, looking around in search for him. At the sight of her waist, she was shocked that the pouch hung from her belt was gone. “My purse! Where is my purse?” She rummaged hastily, for that pouch was where she had kept all her money...

As could be seen from Murong Xue's dark eyes, she gloated over the young lady's loss of the purse. But to Murong Xue's surprise, she saw the beggar in gray sneaking away but missed out his act of stealing...

Then Murong Xue turned round and walked off slowly...

“Stop right there...” the young lady yelled as she ran like a gust of wind to stop Murong Xue. She said, staring at Murong Xue, “That beggar, is he really a thief?”

“Of course, or else you would still have your purse with you.” Murong Xue squinted at her with contempt: the young lady defended the beggar for being poor, even without giving it a thought about whether he was in disguise, so she really deserved the loss of her purse...

The young lady's eyes glittered with anger and tears almost welled up: how vicious of that beggar to have stolen her purse!

Our of the corner of her eye, she saw Murong Xue walking away slowly, so she pulled herself together before walking briskly to stop Murong Xue. Looking at Murong Xue angrily, she said, “I want my money back.”

Surprised by her words, Murong Xue asked, looking at her as if she was an idiot, “I didn't steal your money, why are you asking me for it?”

“I lost it because of you,” the young lady said stoutly with a reproachful pout. “If you didn't have a conflict with that beggar, why would I come here to defend him? If I hadn't come, I wouldn't have met the beggar or lost my purse...”

That girl lost her purse because of the beggar and this young lady in front of her. Now that the beggar was gone, she would of course ask the lady to pay her back.

Wryly amused by her irrational theory, Murong Xue squinted at her and said word by word, “Have I asked you to uphold justice for him, or teach me a lesson by a fight?”

The young lady got choked and shot Murong Xue a piercing glare. “In spite of all this, I lost my purse because of you. Shouldn't you be held responsible for that?”

“Why the hell should I?” Murong Xue couldn't help scolding her after hearing her irrational theory, even though Murong had always handled matters calmly. Since the young lady came here, she had been treating Murong in every violent way instead of helping this girl of similar age. She even asked Murong Xue for the compensation for the loss of her purse, which didn't make any sense at all...

Murong Xue shot the girl a glare before walking past her.

Infuriated by Murong Xue's scornful look, the young lady pounced on Murong Xue fiercely. “I said stop.”

Murong Xue felt the gust of wind that girl stirred up, so she seized the chance to avoid her attack before slapping on the girl's chest, which was hard enough to make her lose balance and fall down.

The girl struggled to look up at Murong Xue, and cried with rage in her grape-like eyes, “How dare you slap me!”

“And even kick you!” Murong Xue answered resentfully as she lifted her foot abruptly and gave the young lady a hard kick. Murong Xue had never ever seen such an impenitent moron in the world...

The young lady screamed at soon as she felt the sharp pain from the kick. Gnashing and glowering at Murong Xue with hatred, the young lady was about to explode. “Do you not know who I am?

“Do I look like I care? You moron!” Murong Xue rebuked, kicking the young lady fiercely, for Murong could no longer tolerate her unreasonable theory or demand...

“Help, help...” the young lady cried in a mournful and deafening tone, curling herself up.

There gently descended a tall man dressed in bluish-white. He looked at the defeated girl on the ground, whose arms were folded across her chest, and said, frowning slightly, “Yingying, look what you've done!”

The young lady raised her head slowly and saw a man. As she watched that familiar face, her eyes shone with excitement and tears as bright as crystal trickled down, “Dear cousin, help me...”

“Why are you always asking for trouble?” the man scolded her in a gentle but solemn voice, “you can never learn to behave yourself...”

Following the voice, Murong Xue saw a man around the age of 18 standing in front of her. He looked tall and handsome in a bluish-white robe, which was perfectly tailored and set off his unrestrained figure to the greatest extent. Its collar and cuffs had exquisite patterns embroidered with fine silver threads, and there were cloud patterns on its belt.

“You're her elder cousin?” Murong Xue asked calmly with coldness in her dark eyes.

The man nodded, looking at the pretty face and sharp eyes of Murong Xue, and said in a low voice, “Madam, Yingying has been rude to you, please forgive her immaturity.”

“No worries, I never take offence at idiots,” Murong Xue said in an emotionless tone, “and since you're here, keep a close eye on her. And remember to keep her at home in case she would stir up trouble outside again...”

Infuriated by her words, the young lady glowered at her, “It's all your fault. You were the one who should be held accountable...”

“Yingying, don't be rude...” His voice took on a serious tone as a sullen look came over his face.

Yingying wept with an aggrieved look, “But she jeered at me first...”

“You did something wrong and you don't think you deserve the lesson?” the man said, giving Yingying a horribly cold stare.

Murong Xue raised her eyebrows and was happy that she could get rid of the silly girl because of the arrival of this man...

She curled up her lips slightly. When she was about to leave, she saw Ouyang Shaochen striding towards her with his white sleeves fluttering like a blooming lotus.

Upon seeing her empty hands, Ouyang Shaochen said with a flicker of disappointment in his obsidian-like eyes, “How come you got nothing from the bakery?”

“Something happened,” Murong Xue replied leisurely. “I'm not in the mood for desserts. Let's go have an early meal.” When she was ready to walk away, there came a clear voice, “Heir Ouyang...”

Chapter end