Her elder sister steals her husband? She marries the God of War and is pampered beyond measure!

Chapter 173 Assassination Attack, Shen Murui Injured

The boatman, who had already slipped onto another small boat, was called back. Qinghe was about to come along, but Yinshuang stopped her.

The painted boat sailed ahead, followed by the small boat. After about half an hour, they finally returned to Yaoliang Ferry in the capital city.

Since she had to disembark, Su Mowan had no choice but to slip her wet shoes on and step out of the cabin, leaving Murong Jing to be picked up by Feng Yue.

Su Mowan walked quickly and didn't notice that the person behind her had already stood up. Murong Jing watched the figure leave the cabin with a confident air, his eyes darkened, and he had no choice but to sit down again.

Afterwards, Feng Yue, who had boarded the ship, pushed the person to the bow. His Highness the Prince of Qin glanced at the slender figure already standing on the shore, and used his lightness skill to land on the shore as well.

Qinghe quickly went to clean up their wet clothes.

The carriage from the manor was already waiting on the shore. When Su Mowan saw that everyone had disembarked, she glanced at Murong Jing and their eyes met. She quickly turned her head and got into the carriage.

Qinghe, who was following behind, had learned her lesson this time. She glanced at Yinshuang first, and after receiving Yinshuang's signal, she stood still.

Only after Murong Jing withdrew his gaze and boarded another carriage did Yinshuang and Qinghe dare to crawl into the carriage where Su Mowan was.

Once Qinghe got into the carriage, she couldn't stop talking. She glanced at everyone and, though a little embarrassed, started gossiping.

"Consort Su, you and the Prince, cough, how did you end up in the water?"

It's one thing if one person falls into the water, but if two people fall in together, there must be something going on.

Su Mowan felt her face flush under Qinghe's gaze, but before she could open her mouth, Yinshuang said, "You're still young, don't ask too many questions about these things, you'll be embarrassed to hear them anyway."

"..."

Su Mowan was left speechless, unsure whether to laugh or cry. She and Murong Jing hadn't done anything, had they? They were completely innocent! This was utterly misleading.

However, Qinghe was no longer the same Qinghe. Hearing Yinshuang's words, Qinghe blushed and said, "Consort Su, you and the Prince—"

"There's nothing there! And you're getting all worked up about it? Can't you, a young unmarried woman, have a little more self-respect? Aren't you ashamed?"

Su Mowan's own skin couldn't take it anymore.

She's usually quite thick-skinned, but now, after being swept over by the two men's gazes, whether direct or subtle, she felt extremely uncomfortable.

She had no choice but to wrap her thin inner garment tighter around herself and close her eyes to pretend to sleep.

Yinshuang knew that Qinghe was embarrassed, so she immediately gave Qinghe a look to stop fooling around. Qinghe grinned mischievously.

How can I not be happy?

For the past few days, Consort Su and the Prince have barely spoken to each other. Now that they finally have some time alone, they've gone to the water!

Qinghe, with her limited emotional intelligence, thought for a moment and concluded that it must have been flirting that caused her to fall into the water, and that her master might have even made advances towards her!

The thought of this made Qinghe so excited that Su Mowan couldn't contain herself. She had no choice but to open her eyes and ask, forcing herself to speak, "Qinghe, what are you so excited about?"

Su Mowan felt that Qinghe had grown up too fast. When she first met her, she was still an innocent young girl, but before she knew it, she had learned to be ambiguous and lewd.

"Consort Su, of course I'm thrilled! Now that you and the Prince have reconciled, what business do those people from the East Courtyard have anymore? Let's see how arrogant they can be then!"

Clearly, Qinghe was still bothered by the time Caiwei rolled her eyes at her.

Although it's said that servants resemble their masters, Su Mowan felt that the two maids were more composed than Shen Muyue.

"I didn't argue or fight with your prince, so how can you say we've made up? It's just that Shen Murui keeps running to Fenghua Palace, and that's what's provoking you? Calm down."

Su Mowan said leisurely.

Qinghe hesitated for a long time. Although she felt that what she said was not quite right, she could not find out what was wrong, so she had to shut up.

Yinshuang's eyes flickered.

Consort Su and the Prince did not quarrel or fight, but this deliberate estrangement was more worrying than any argument.

But... things should get better after tonight, right?

The situation will certainly improve.

Because the carriage drove directly to the entrance of Fenghua Palace, Su Mowan thought she had arrived at Huangfeng Garden. Only after getting off the carriage did she realize that the stop was wrong. Just as she was about to express her opinion, the carriage neatly reversed.

So, under the ambiguous gazes of Qinghe and Yinshuang, she had no choice but to pull up her collar and follow Murong Jing up the steps of Fenghua Palace.

Upon arriving at the palace entrance, Feng Yue stepped aside.

Su Mowan had no choice but to take the wheelchair. Just as she was about to walk inside, she caught a glimpse of Jiang Zhuo rushing over from a distance, so she stopped in her tracks.

Jiang Zhuo's expression was serious with a hint of worry, especially since there was still a faint trace of blood on his shoulder. Although he was wearing purple, Su Mowan could tell at a glance that it was blood, not water.

It was obvious that Murong Jing had also figured it out.

Before Jiang Zhuo could speak, he asked coldly, "What's going on?"

A cold glint flashed in Jiang Zhuo's eyes as he said, "We encountered assassins on the way back to the manor, but fortunately the hidden guards arrived in time."

Su Mowan noticed Jiang Zhuo's expression and suddenly asked, "Is Madam Shen injured?"

Jiang Zhuo glanced at her in surprise.

Then he truthfully said, "Madam Shen is indeed injured, but it's not serious; she just has a scratch on her arm."

Su Mowan gave Jiang Zhuo a playful look.

Although there was blood on Jiang Zhuo's shoulder, it was clearly staining rather than seeping out, because his clothes were intact.

Then there's only one possibility: the blood on Jiang Zhuo's shoulder is Shen Murui's. As for how it got there, that goes without saying.

But clearly, Murong Jing's focus was not on this.

"Where is the Seventh Princess? Is she injured?"

"No."

Jiang Zhuo's voice was calm and steady. He glanced at Su Mowan again and said, "The Seventh Princess was just a little frightened. She said she must stay at Huangfeng Garden tonight."

"Is someone in Huangfeng Garden?"

Su Mowan breathed a sigh of relief.

The Seventh Princess is safe in Huangfeng Garden, and since she has been frightened, this is a good opportunity for her to slip away.

Jiang Zhuo nodded, but Murong Jing had already seen through her plan. Before she could speak, he said, "Feng Yue, tell Granny Wei to take good care of the Seventh Princess."

"Yes."

Feng Yue acknowledged and withdrew.

Murong Jing then turned to Jiang Zhuo: "Are you injured?"

"I am fine."

As expected of Jiang Zhuo, the commander of the Snow Shadow Guard, if it weren't for the bloodstain on his shoulder, Su Mowan wouldn't have been able to tell that he had just survived an assassination attempt.

Calm and composed.

Su Mowan also noticed that Murong Jing's attitude towards Jiang Zhuo was slightly different from his attitude towards Feng Yue, although it was only a little bit.

Moreover, Jiang Zhuo and Feng Yue treated Murong Jing differently. Su Mowan couldn't help but become curious about Jiang Zhuo's identity.

While she was still pondering, Murong Jing was already urging her on.

"Everyone's gone, what are you still standing there for? Go back to your room."