novelaction Chapter 236 Seeking Death
Chapter 236 Seeking Death
The maid's cheeks turned red when she was looked at by Murong Yanhui, and her nose was filled with Murong Yanhui's unique fragrance. She leaned against Murong Yanhui's chest, and felt that something was wrong with her whole body, especially her heart, which suddenly began to beat wildly.
As a maid, she was sold to the palace in her early years. She was used to the coldness of the world and the indifference of human nature, and she understood the principle of taking advantage of the weak. Now she saw that Murong Yanhui did not push her away, but lowered his head quietly, looking at her straight with his deep eyes.
The little selfish thought in the maid's heart suddenly came to life. She raised her head slightly, her cheeks flushed, and called softly, "Your Highness."
It was as if an electric current suddenly stimulated Murong Yan and he shuddered. He looked down at the maid's blushing face. How could he, who often dealt with women, not understand what the maid meant?
Murong Yan looked back at the maid, but what came to her mind was Yu Qingli's determination just now.
Why? Why were all the other women eager to get into his bed, but Yu Qingli was the only one who avoided him? Why was it that the only woman he treated with all his heart could not care less about him? The feeling of giving your all to someone, only to be discarded like a piece of trash, was truly unbearable.
Why did I fall to the ground and fail to catch Yu Qingli's eye?
A self-deprecating smile suddenly appeared at the corner of Murong Yanhui's lips.
"Your Highness, the young lady is about to become a princess. Why are you so sad for her? With your status and position, are you still afraid of not having a woman?" The maid stretched out her hand and slowly climbed onto Murong Yanhui's neck.
Murong Yanhui subconsciously wanted to retreat, but his heel hit a stone. His heart seemed to be blocked by the stone, and a suffocating feeling filled his chest.
"Am I really as good as you say?" Murong Yanhui suddenly asked.
The maid was still feeling uneasy, but when she heard Murong Yanhui ask this, her eyes lit up instantly. She knew that her fate might be changed tonight. As long as she could successfully attract the favor of His Royal Highness Prince Yan, even if it was just a fleeting relationship, even if she could only be Prince Yan's concubine, her status and position could change instantly.
From a filthy servant, suddenly becoming a superior person, how many people would envy such a story of a sparrow flying up a tree and becoming a phoenix? Driven by such desire, the maid seemed to have forgotten that Murong Yanhui was once a god of war who killed people without blinking an eye, and a prince who even the emperor was afraid of.
"Your Highness is naturally fine." The maid's breath was as sweet as orchid, and she slowly approached Murong Yanhui.
"Oh? What's the good way?" Murong Yanhui asked softly. From beginning to end, he stood with his hands behind his back, allowing the maid to climb on his body like a vine.
He wanted to try and see if Yu Qingli was the only one for him. He also wanted to regain his confidence from the maid's words, which had been completely shattered by Yu Qingli.
"Your Highness is the youngest prince. He once expanded territory for our country and has a noble status." The maid spoke softly, choosing her words carefully.
"How can you, a maidservant in the inner courtyard, know all this? Are you trying to deceive me?"
"How could it be? Your Highness's heroic appearance and deeds are the dreams of countless women every night."
"You too?" Murong Yan asked back.
The maid finally lowered her eyelids and said shyly, "Of course."
"Then let me ask you, why is there still a woman in this world who ignores me?" Murong Yan asked back, and the figure of Yu Qingli appeared in her mind again.
The maid saw the scene with her own eyes and immediately understood Murong Yanhui's intention. For a moment, she suddenly became a little scared. Murong Yanhui actually coveted her nephew's wife. This, this, this secret was enough to kill her.
She should have run away immediately, but desire was like a demon, constantly urging her on. Perhaps it was the attentiveness of the servants who came to the mansion today that gradually made her self-righteous, and she actually believed that she could become a phoenix one day.
The maid thought for a moment and said, "Your Highness, there is no need to be sad about what you can't get or what you have lost."
"If I can't get it, I've already lost it?" Murong Yanhui chewed on these words, and suddenly felt that this was how he felt towards Yu Qingli.
He looked down at the maid and asked quietly, "Then what do you think I should do?"
"Your Highness, life is short, so you should cherish what you have." The maid said with a smile, and her pretty eyes immediately flashed with light, conveying her feelings.
Murong Yan looked back at the young and beautiful maid, but her eyes seemed to penetrate her entire body and saw the back of the figure running wildly on the silent road in the void.
The woman who could treat him coldly at any time and never took her seriously had already captured his unruly heart.
"Your Highness..." The maid misunderstood Murong Yanhui's contemplation, thinking that he was finally interested in her. She slightly pulled open her collar and rubbed her plump breasts against Murong Yanhui's chest. Her breathing was a little rapid, and her unique breath was sprayed on Murong Yanhui's jaw.
Murong Yan came back to her senses and immediately felt nauseous. This sycophantic woman was just like all the women in the world. They were all obsessed with their status and position, thinking they could cling to a big tree.
No woman would approach him without any ulterior motive, except Yu Qingli.
Murong Yanhui was used to seeing the tenderness of those women with ulterior motives, and the calculations in their eyes. The more this happened, the more Murong Yanhui felt that Yu Qingli was special.
In an instant, Murong Yanhui decided that in this life, he would marry no one but Yu Qingli, even if it made her hate him, even if he did something that she would never forgive him for the rest of her life, he would get Yu Qingli!
Murong Yan looked back at the maid who threw herself into his arms, and a hint of sharp and arrogant coldness appeared at the corner of his lips.
When had he fallen to this point? An ordinary maid, relying on her beauty, actually thought she could handle him? Where did she get such confidence?
Murong Yanhui thought to herself, but asked, "Am I really as good as you say, without any flaws?"
The maidservant was unaware that her actions had angered Murong Yanhui. She was still immersed in her own beautiful fantasy and immediately replied, "Your Highness is good in every way. If he could be more devoted, he would be able to please women even more."
Murong Yanhui raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and thought, could this be the reason why Lili is so distant and cold to him?
"Am I not loyal enough?" Murong Yan asked back.
"It is common for His Highness to have three wives and four concubines, but as a woman, I always hope that His Highness will be devoted to me." The maid said, but rubbed against Murong Yanhui's arms with dissatisfaction.
Murong Yanhui seemed to have an epiphany, and in an instant he realized that he still had a chance to win back Yu Qingli.
Murong Feng is a prince, and it is common for a prince to have three wives and four concubines. Murong Feng may be able to give Yu Qingli a marriage, and may be able to give Yu Qingli the noble status of a principal wife, but Murong Feng can definitely not give Yu Qingli the unique love that a woman wants most.
Maybe I still have a chance?!
Murong Yanhui's eyes lit up and her mind suddenly became clear.
He looked down at the maid and asked faintly, "What's your name?"
"I am Chunhua, a servant girl. I have been in the palace for eight years." Chunhua said softly, her eyes misty like steam, so pitiful that people felt infinite pity for her.
However, when Murong Yan looked at such a woman, he felt only disgust in his heart. As a servant, she did not do her duty and could not serve her master loyally. Such a servant was worse than a dog!
When Murong Yanhui thought that there was such a coquettish woman beside Yu Qingli, his brows immediately knitted together. He suddenly exerted force and pinched Chunhua's slender neck with his five fingers like hooks.
Chunhua was caught off guard. She felt a black screen in front of her eyes and began to have difficulty breathing.
Murong Yanhui kicked her whole body into the air. She kept hitting Murong Yanhui's arms with her hands, kicking wildly with her feet, and her pair of almond-shaped eyes were filled with tears.
"Your Highness...why...why?" Chunhua struggled to utter a few words incoherently.
Murong Yanhui smiled coldly upon hearing this, "Chunhua, don't blame anyone. If you have to blame someone, blame yourself for not keeping your eyes open and thinking that anyone can be seduced!"
After Murong Yanhui finished speaking, he exerted force with his hands, and suddenly a very crisp and subtle "click" sound was heard in the silent night. Chunhua's legs, which were kicking in the air, kicked hard, and then fell down weakly.
Murong Yanhui threw her body away, and Chunhua's body fell heavily to the ground, and her eyes were red and bloodshot, staring at Murong Yanhui. She didn't even understand until her death why the always romantic King Yan would be so cruel to her!
Murong Yanhui didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt or fear. He looked at Chunhua with a cold gaze and said, "I'm really worried about Lili having someone like you around!"
After Murong Yanhui finished speaking, he turned around and glanced at the small and cold courtyard. He suddenly jumped up, tapped his toes, and using the power of the tree trunk beside him, he jumped lightly onto the courtyard wall. Then, after a few jumps, Murong Yanhui jumped onto the highest eaves of the huge courtyard.
Murong Yanhui closed his eyes and listened quietly to the sounds coming from all directions.
The sound of wind passed through the alley and was cut into pieces by the branches that slanted out from a distance. Moss gradually grew under the moonlight, bringing a faint scent of grass. Clusters of thorny ferns and kudzu vines climbed on the stone walls of the rockery, emitting a strange and attractive smell.
The moonlight was not very bright, and in the distance there were the chirping of night birds. Occasionally they would fly up from the bare branches, making a slight creaking sound.
Looking out from the courtyard, the entire palace was shrouded in silence. The faint candlelight, the uniform pace of the patrolling guards, and the deliberately lowered voices of the eunuchs on guard. Amidst these many chaotic sounds, Murong Yanhui still accurately caught the sound he wanted to hear most - Yu Qingli's footsteps.