TCN: Mei Gongqing

Chapter 158: Wang Hong's Confession

Chapter 158: Wang Hong's Confession

The celestial Wang Qilang was holding a disheveled nun so intimately and unscrupulously in front of everyone.

Completely stunned, the ninth princess was the first to react. She stepped forward and grabbed hold of the carriage shaft. "Qilang –" she blurted, before forcing herself to calm down. There were tears in her eyes as she sadly looked at him. After her tears rolled down her elegant face, the ninth princess said with a sense of loss, "Qilang, this woman is a nun ordained by His Majesty... what you're doing is not making any sense. Everyone will be disappointed in you."

She was appeasing him.

Wang Hong turned to look at her.

He faintly smiled at her tearful eyes and sweet yet clearly distressed face.

Such a smile, from a man as lofty as him, made him look as if he was an eternally snow-capped mountain, or a celestial being descending on earth – aloof and carefree.

With coral lips slightly upturned, Wang Hong softly laughed, "Thank you, Your Highness." He then looked back at Chen Rong.

His eyes on her were very ordinary – there was neither deliberate tenderness nor special affection. However, the princess couldn't refuse to admit this time that those eyes would make all the girls who admired him feel hopeless. They were so focused. The kind of focus that neither that woman nor Wang Hong himself had ever recognized, the kind of focus belonging to a man who had unknowingly engraved another into his heart.

After Wang Hong thanked the princess, he said to the driver, "I reckon everyone has seen enough, we can go now."

The driver responded with a cry. Just as he was about to crack his whip, the young aristocrats enclosed the carriage again.

After they surrounded the vehicle, a young girl with tears in her eyes looked at Wang Hong, saying: "I don't believe it, I don't believe it!"

"Qilang, what virtues does this woman have?" she asked.

She turned to stare at Chen Rong resentfully and shouted, "What virtues does a woman like you have?!"

She shouted twice before Chen Rong was roused from her thoughts.

Chen Rong blinked, shaking her chaotic head. She furrowed her brow at Wang Hong by the third time the girl asked her question.

What she saw was tenderness and indulgence in eyes that were otherwise too calm.

As he looked at her and her flustered face, he suddenly laughed.

The young girl was jumping up and down, gripping the carriage shaft and yelling: "You haven't answered me. What virtues do you have?"

What virtues do I have?

This time Chen Rong heard the question.

She unhurriedly turned around.

To the angry girl who demanded an answer, to everyone behind her who was quickly closing in, to the weeping princess who couldn't hide her spite, Chen Rong collected herself and quietly replied, "Me? I have none."

When the girl was about to ridicule her, Chen Rong seemed to have gathered her thoughts. She smiled at everyone with a twinkle in her eyes as she said, "I simply, among thousands of people, happened to catch his attention, and I simply somehow became his trial." Or rather, he was her trial. In both lifetimes she could not escape the trial of love.

At the girls' confusion, Chen Rong elegantly smiled and unhurriedly continued: "Since it's a trial, then it is a bond that precedes this lifetime... It has nothing to do with status or does it have anything to do with virtues."