Murong Xi's Nightmare

A deep chill gathered around her. She had never liked strangers touching her body, and if she hadn't been wearing her undergarments, they would have been completely exposed to each other!

She spun around, delivered a fierce kick that sent the man flying off the bed, and roared, "Someone come here!"

Her bellow terrified the estate servants, who came trembling and rolling into the room—yes, literally tumbling and crawling in. Shivering like dead leaves in the autumn wind, their teeth chattering with fear, they chored together, "Pr-Princess."

"Princess, have I offended you?" The man who had been kicked off the bed raised his pitiful face as tears slowly slid down. At that moment, his exquisite features possessed the fragile beauty of rain-battered pear blossoms.

Anyone else would have been captivated by such beauty and pounced like a wolf, but who was Yun Qiangge? She had seen plenty of handsome men in the twenty-first century, where stars and idols were in abundance. Furthermore, after transmigrating to ancient times, aside from Murong Xi, her three husbands could all be considered peerless beauties. Therefore, she simply grabbed the quilt with a blank expression, threw it at him, and spoke in a voice as cold as minus twenty degrees, "Put on your clothes and get out."

The man bit his lip, clutched the quilt, and went off to find his clothes. He could not understand what was happening today. Although he was merely a bed-warming concubine's attendant, he was deeply favored by the Princess. He had simply stripped naked and waited in her bed for her favor—didn't the Princess usually love playing games like this?

Yun Qiangge casually slipped on a milky-white dress, her face dark as thunder. Fury churned within her chest, and the long-accumulated anger finally erupted like a volcano. She randomly pointed at a few servants and raged, "You... you... you... and you, go and gather all of the Princess's concubines in the courtyard right now. Not a single one is to be missed."

"B-By your command." The designated servants turned pale with fright and scurried off like fleeing rabbits to summon everyone. The remaining servants did not even dare to breathe loudly, desperately trying to lower their presence. The tyrannical Princess was angry; how terrifying!

Yun Qiangge raised a hand and pointed casually at a pageboy: "Lead the way. Take me to Murong Xi's courtyard."

By then, the sky was just beginning to brighten. A person accustomed to rising early had already gotten up with the assistance of servants. Today, he was wearing a bright-moon-colored robe made of luxurious, glossy silk that reflected a faint, breathtaking radiance in the morning light. It was immensely comfortable and ethereal. A priceless glazed bead was embedded in his jade crown, which, paired with his extravagant attire, gave him a very noble air.

Counting his little treasury upon waking up in the morning was also one of his fine habits. He took a chest out from the wardrobe and placed it on the bed, then took out another chest and placed it on the bed, then another... until there were more than a dozen chests lined up. Then, he skillfully pulled a soft, treasured brocade handkerchief from under his pillow, retrieved a magnifying glass from the dressing table, picked up a heavy gold ingot, inspected it through the glass, wiped it with the handkerchief, blew on it, and after polishing it, counted it all over again.

Murong Xi shook his head blissfully, chuckling with a sly smile. He felt his life was simply complete. He sprawled happily across his little treasury, feeling an overwhelming sense of security!

Suddenly, with a tremendous *bang* as violent as a volcanic eruption, he felt as though his entire house had shaken. When he turned his head, all he saw was a kicked-in door trembling with a creaking sound. Immediately following it, a woman in white appeared with a flattering, ingratiating smile on her face, batting her eyes seductively at him and cooing in a cloyingly sweet voice, "Little Xixi-xi-xi~~~"