Chapter 11: Kicking the Xiang King

“Beauty, beauty, come out quickly. This Prince has been waiting for a long time,” Xiang Wang Qian Jingyao called out crisply to Yu Mei inside the bridal sedan, his gentle tone carrying a hint of lewdness.

Yu Mei was acting maliciously, yet she wore a smile on her face, saying softly, “Your Highness, please come in…”

Her soft tone was enough to make one feel a wave of numbness; the onlookers sighed softly—just whose beauty was this?

Qian Jingyao shuddered all over, the lewd grin on his face deepening. He rubbed his hands together and strode forward, “Beauty, I’m coming…” As he spoke, he clumsily squeezed his body into the large red bridal sedan. This was a sedan designed to hold several people, so even though Qian Jingyao’s body was bloated and fat, squeezing in was no problem at all.

The moment he entered, he caught sight of Yu Mei. The man’s eyes went blank and he stood there agape; the lustful expression in his eyes fell unerringly into Yu Mei’s sight. Yu Mei gave a light laugh and shifted her body to the side. This damn man’s disgusting belly was almost pressing against her, yet her face maintained a gentle, smiling expression…

Mu Yanqing was born incomparably beautiful. Her delicate features were so exquisite that not a single flaw could be found, and her skin was as translucent as water droplets. Her vermilion lips were red without even needing adornment. Though she was somewhat thin, it added a touch of sickly elegance to her aura; between her brows sat a cinnabar mark, its red as blood, infinitely enchanting.

If Yu Mei from the twenty-first century wanted to attract someone's attention, it would be absolutely effortless. She was born beautiful, charming like a demon, with every gesture brimming with allure. She was like a ripple; as long as you stared at her, you would sink deeper and deeper…

Qian Jingyao was already a man with boundless lust. Seeing Yu Mei in such a delicate state, his heart itched with the desire to take her right here in the sedan, “Beauty, come down with this Prince to perform the wedding rites…”

“The wedding rites?” Her small face crumpled, her features shrinking as she appeared utterly aggrieved. “Your Highness, this humble woman once made a vow to the heavens. In this life, if my husband arrives in a sedan to welcome me, then I must receive a kick from this humble woman before we can perform the rites…”

Seven parts grievance and three parts sadness; her soft voice brushed against Qian Jingyao’s heart like a spring breeze. Yu Mei looked at him, a cold sneer in her heart.

“Fine, fine, fine! One kick then one kick. This Prince will allow you one kick. Beauty, you must be quick, do not let us miss the auspicious hour!” The moment Qian Jingyao saw her tearful, pitiful appearance, his heart ached with sympathy. He hurriedly spoke words of comfort and turned his body, thrusting his buttocks high into the air. He thought to himself that this little lady was as fragile as a willow in the wind and likely wouldn't have much strength; he would treat this kick as a mere consolation before the consummation.

“Then, Your Highness, this humble woman is going to kick now…”

With a hint of wicked mischief in her eyes, Yu Mei spoke softly. Beneath her, however, she was fully prepared. She lifted her foot… Before Qian Jingyao could even respond, she delivered the kick. Thus, a wail like a ghost or a wolf could be heard…

“AAAAHHHH!!!!”

Qian Jingyao burst through the sedan at extreme speed. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he flew headfirst and feet-first, plunging straight into a pile of trash a meter away…

*Swish—*

After three seconds of silence, thunderous laughter erupted from the surroundings. The crowd could not help but burst into laughter. Just as they were wondering what exactly this woman and the Prince were doing inside the sedan, the Prince had been kicked out butt-first. Furthermore, this thirty-eighth wife had impressive skills, sending the Prince unerringly into that stinking pile of garbage.

“Your Highness! Your Highness!” Seeing their Prince fall, the servants of the Xiang Wang Mansion hurriedly rushed forward to help him up, while also shouting fiercely at the commoners, “Laughing, laughing! What’s so funny? All of you, shut up!”

“Oh my! Your Highness, what happened to you? How did you end up in such a pathetic state?” Crawling out from the sedan, Yu Mei immediately saw Qian Jingyao’s wretched state a meter away. She stepped forward with feigned surprise, asking with kind concern.

The crowd was dumbfounded. Ah, so this thirty-eighth wife was actually this beautiful. No wonder the Prince was kicked out so easily. Look, look, look—that voice, those movements, so delicate and gentle that even they felt the urge to step forward and protect her behind them.