The Exiled Villainess and Her Shopping Dimension

Chapter 262

There were two things that Yueqian hadn’t expected to happen. First, the Second Prince decided to accompany his consort, making this visit grander than anticipated. Second, there was a bloodbath happening in her manor!

“What happened?” The beautiful woman exclaimed loudly upon seeing the state of her husband and their visitor.

The pregnant woman almost stumbled towards her beloved in shock. Seeing him with blood on his arm made her feel incredibly uncomfortable. Her eyes barely registered the opponent; all she felt was anxiety.

“Rui Beng, quickly prepare warm water and clean clothes for me. Clean the room so that my husband doesn’t get infected. And...” Yueqian’s heart was anxious. If it were her who was injured, she wouldn’t be this scared. She didn’t know if it was her emotional state due to pregnancy, but she felt her husband’s injury was severe.

“Calm down first. Your husband’s injury isn’t that severe,” Consort Jia said. The real concern now was the injury of the Young General accompanying the diplomatic mission, who was dearly beloved by Delegate Qin.

Mu Heng’s injury was only a tenth as severe as the Young General’s. If this was truly an offense, the consequences would be unpredictable. No one knew how the envoys would handle Mu Heng.

“Fetch the royal physician to treat General Deng’s wound immediately,” the Second Prince hadn’t expected to encounter such a situation either. Earlier, he had heard that General Deng had requested a meeting with Furen Mu, causing her great distress and damaging her reputation. Thus, Furen Mu had planned with his consort to pretend to go out together to prevent any scandal from tarnishing her name.

That’s why he had accompanied them, thinking he would just be helping his wife carry things and enjoying the ridiculous opera show of the shameless man from the Du Region. Who would have thought he would witness such a violent confrontation? It was as if they were trying to kill each other. One man had a sword in his hand, while the other had lost his, though the only injury was a minor cut on the arm.

"No need!" The words, filled with anger, cut through the air before the Second Prince’s men could summon the royal physician. The Young General, still gripping his sword, shouted out.

He pointed his sword at Mu Heng with a vengeful glare once more.

"This time, I admit my defeat to you. But next time, in another battle, I will surely take your head." With that, he took his bloodied body and the sword Mu Heng had given him for the duel and left. It seemed his hatred made him oblivious to the pain in his body.

Mu Heng paid no mind to the other man’s arrogant words. He merely let out a derisive laugh. From the moment he had challenged the other to "teach" him a lesson, he had anticipated this outcome. Mu Heng was confident in his victory and knew that even if the arrogant Young General lost, he would never hold it against him. This was due to the general’s own pride.

"What is the meaning of this?" The Second Prince asked, seeing their argument unfold. He was unsure if this would lead to further trouble or if it was the end of the matter.

"Greetings, Your Highness. May you..."

"No need for formalities. My consort and I have come to assist you, so just speak plainly. This is a serious matter. How dare you act alone against General Deng? Such actions could be punishable by death. Don’t you realize that?" The Second Prince reprimanded in one breath. Yueqian, standing beside her husband, had to intercede.

"Your Highness, may I tend to my husband’s wounds first? As for the details, I assure you my husband will explain everything to you," Yueqian said softly. Her mind was already racing with thoughts of the many germs entering her husband’s open wound. Although he had only been struck by a sword that wasn’t meant to be wielded with full force, it was still a sharp blade. The wound on his arm was open, exposing the flesh underneath by more than an inch. It was no wonder that blood was oozing out incessantly.

The Second Prince glanced at the minor wound on the man’s arm and at Mu Heng’s embarrassed expression, then nodded, allowing Furen Mu, who was so worried about her husband, to do as she wished. Meanwhile, he cast a sidelong glance at his stoic consort standing beside him, wondering if she would help him in the same way if he were injured.

"Is there something you need?" Soon, his sweet thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the calm voice of his beautiful consort. Her face remained as composed as her tone, as if she had no understanding of her husband’s thoughts.

The Second Prince’s eyes became dry and lifeless, devoid of any remaining tears. In the moment when he wasn’t paying attention, the corners of Consort Jia’s mouth twitched into a small smile. If he had seen this, perhaps his withered heart might have leaped with joy.

It didn’t take long for Furen Mu to feel at ease. Mu Heng’s wound was stitched with fine, self-dissolving thread, cleaned and disinfected so thoroughly that no germs could survive. Even the bandage wrapped around the wound was pristine white, with a transparent layer that looked different from the equipment the royal physicians usually used.

The wound, now expertly treated by Furen Mu, appeared much better and more comfortable. The bleeding had significantly subsided, and the wound that should have required frequent bandage changes was now treated with a hemostatic agent, making it seem almost healed. Seeing this marvelous treatment, the Second Prince’s eyes lit up momentarily. If such medical care were used in the army, perhaps fewer soldiers would lose limbs due to infection.

Thinking about it, he couldn’t help but sympathize with the lower-ranking soldiers who perished in wars. He was not one to fear battle, but if it could be avoided, he would prefer not to waste lives needlessly.

"Now, tell me what exactly happened to you all," the Second Prince said. He had been invited to sit in the pavilion in the garden, with fragrant tea and delicate snacks served. The snacks were small and not too hard, crumbling easily with each bite for convenient eating. They were unlike any Chinese pancakes he knew; these were "cookies," delicious and made with milk and sugar, providing a unique taste for people of this era.

This special recipe had been taught to Yang Ji by Yueqian. It used a safe sweetener for pregnant women instead of just sugar. Thus, when Yueqian ate them, she would benefit more, with various grains mixed into the cookie dough. This way, Yueqian wouldn’t feel guilty while eating them.

"In truth, what happened was merely a duel between me and the Young General. I asked the Young General to instruct me in combat skills, but I did not expect him to hold back so much."

"When the Young General struck at my arm with his sword, my reflexes caused me to counter with my other uninjured hand. Little did I know, the Young General had only intended to make a slight cut on my arm. My thoughtless counterstrike ended up injuring him severely."

"All of this is because our swords have no eyes or ears. Even if we wanted to command them to stop, they wouldn’t obey," Mu Heng replied with a deadpan expression, as if he hadn’t laid a trap for the Young General to fall into.

Yueqian felt a bit annoyed upon hearing this. She knew her husband was angry and often resorted to violence when it concerned her. But she hadn’t expected that he had a hidden plan this time. If possible, she preferred he dealt with others without getting himself hurt. She didn’t care who he beat up, as long as no one could touch him.

However, she knew this was not the time to discuss this matter. To calm herself, she picked up a cup of warm pumpkin milk. While everyone else sipped tea, Yueqian resumed her regimen of nourishing milk.

"So, you dared to challenge General Deng to a duel in your own manor? If you truly wanted to duel, why didn’t you do it in front of others? As long as there were witnesses who saw the Young General agree, you wouldn’t have to bear the risk of offering your life to him. This time, you acted recklessly," the Second Prince shook his head.

He didn’t like the other party’s idea of taking action without a clear escape plan. Moreover, he had just been punished by his father and uncle, banned from meddling in the reception of the delegation. In reality, he was almost set to host the welcoming banquet for the delegation, but then Consort Gui caused a commotion, resulting in the current situation.

If anything happened today with him present, he would inevitably share the blame with this Official Mu.

"Thank you for the lesson, Your Highness. Next time, I will..."

"Will there even be a next time?" The Second Prince interrupted as soon as he heard this, his frustration rising again. Yueqian, who was listening beside him, nodded secretly. Was her husband seriously thinking of engaging in a pointless conflict with the Young General again? If they were going to fight, wouldn’t it be better to fight until the Young General was dead? How was this any different from playing games back and forth?

"If that general disrespects me, will Your Highness stand up for me?" Consort Jia asked in a calm voice, catching everyone by surprise.

This made the Second Prince pause. At first, he was confused, not understanding the intent behind his beautiful consort’s question. But then he remembered how General Deng had wronged Furen Mu. The prince sighed.

"I understand. If it were up to me, I’d have him executed. But my anger is because I don’t want them to fall into the trap of that scoundrel general from the Du Region," the once furious Second Prince suddenly softened his tone. The consort looked into his eyes as if trying to gauge the truth in his words. Seeing the firm resolve in his gaze, Consort Jia nodded.

"Then next time, Official Mu should kill him.”

Clang!

As soon as Consort Jia finished speaking, the tea cup in the Second Prince’s hand fell. His hand had gone weak suddenly. Who would have thought that his consort would interpret his words in such a way?

Yueqian chuckled softly at the interaction between the couple. It was good to see this change in the Second Prince’s demeanor. Perhaps he felt more at ease around his consort now, which explained why he could reveal his more foolish side.

After discussing the details of the incident a bit more, the noble couple departed, leaving Mu Heng to sit awkwardly, swallowing hard in the residence with his wife and their unborn child, the three of them alone.

Yueqian said nothing, continuing to sip her nutrient-rich vegetable and fruit drink, also receiving calcium and protein from the milk. However, because she remained silent, the atmosphere was quite tense.

"I’m sorry for what I did," Mu Heng finally apologized, breaking the silence. Yueqian pretended not to hear him and continued drinking her nourishing beverage.

"Are you truly angry with me?" Upon hearing this, the beautiful woman couldn’t help but give him a small, reproachful glare. After acting all sullen and did not say anything, did he still need to ask if she was really angry?

Her husband truly deserved a beating!

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