Empress Fu Yao [Volume 1] (COMPLETED)✔

Luxury Bitch

The words that Meng Fuyao was just going to say suddenly got stuck in her throat.

She looked up, staring hard at Yan Jingchen, yet he avoided her eyes and instead intently studied a half-wilted flower in front of him, speaking in a rush.

"Fuyao, with your situation, my clan would not allow me ... to be with you. The house of Pei is a branch of the royal clan, and even my clan is a step lower comparatively. This betrothal originally had no hope of being accepted and I heard it was Ah' Yuan [1] who personally agreed, and since the Pei family has already consented, even if we regretted the decision our Yan clan absolutely cannot afford to offend the Pei family ...."

Meng Fuyao suddenly interrupted his unceasing flow of words.

"Enough with Yan clan this Yan clan that, talk about yourself."

"I ..." Yan Jingchen started for a moment, the sinking between his eyebrows revealing a gloomy expression. After a long time he said, "Fuyao, my future spouse will eventually be a significant position in the Five Regions Continent. Beauty and intelligence, cultivation and societal position, no aspect can be lacking - especially martial qualifications, otherwise my clan will be shamed ..."

"Talk about yourself!"

After being cut off by Fuyao's shout, Jingchen's pride and anger as a noble prince also erupted in a loud yell: "Myself! I have had enough of you not trying to improve! I've had enough of being laughed at because of you!"

Meng Fuyao took a step back, dumbly staring at Yan Jingchen's face, which seemed almost ferocious when he broke his composure to yell.

Layer after layer, twilight fell, with gray dimness soon covering the sky. The leaves transitioned from dark green to gray-green, as if dirty and unclean, and left a repulsive impression on the viewer. Blended into the ashen background was that mild youth; his brows were knitted, and he seemed both alien and frail.

The only sound left between heaven and earth was the whistling of the wind, gently lifting up their robe sleeves.

After a long while, Meng Fuyao suddenly laughed.

Her laugh was like a flower blooming in dark silence, a little desolate. Yet even more so was it like an intense, brilliant beauty.

"Good, good." She dusted off her robe sleeves towards Jingchen, as if she wanted to brush Jingchen away along with the dust, and then lightly replied, "I understand, you can't endure your wife being a martial idiot with no talent; you can't endure bringing this kind of talentless fool out to state banquets and becoming the object of ridicule by others behind your back; and most of all, you can't endure your flawless noble background being blemished by a less-than-perfect spouse ... Yan Jingchen, believe me, Pei Yuan will be an absolutely perfect wife. With her by your side, you will be like an aristocrat and her luxury poodle - no matter where you go, your status will increase by a hundred-fold and complement each other perfectly."

She laughed, yet her eyes had no humor in them at all. Her voice was deep and cold, like a barely sheathed blade edge exuding wintery light.

"Congratulations, you have found your luxury bitch [2]."

With that, she turned her back and started to leave.

"Fuyao!" Yan Jingchen rushed up and clutched her robe sleeve, and with his voice containing hints of helplessness and suffering he softly pleaded, "Fuyao ... actually I do love you ..."

"Leave your love, go fawn over your luxury bitch!" Her smile was ominous, and with a lift of her fingers, a streak of cold light suddenly appeared between the points of her fingertips. The flowing light was like crackling electricity, and directly shot towards her sleeve that was still being firmly gripped by Jingchen.