Chapter 47: Are Your Eyes Grown on Your Ass?

Wiping away non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes, the Crown Prince of Xiliang produced a banknote of ten thousand taels and handed it to Yuan Qian'er. Accepting the money with a beaming smile, Yuan Qian'er removed her veil and said, "Haha, see? If you have such lucrative gigs in the future, be sure to look me up again! But I must apologize for letting you down—I am no great beauty!"

"Heh, you certainly aren't a great beauty; you're a minor beauty. Look at your scrawny arms and legs, flat in the front and flat in the back—what part of you is great? It's distinctly minor!" The Crown Prince of Xiliang was quite the sharp-tongued fellow; having just been scammed out of his money, he had to hurl some insults back to break even.

Refusing to accept this, Yuan Qian'er puffed out her chest and retorted, "Watermelon Prince, are your eyes planted on your backside? Or were they pasted over with dung? Which eye of yours saw me as minor? My figure is exceptionally standard, alright? Yet that fellow Mo Yiran constantly complains that I'm fat and will crush his floorboards!"

"Pfft... Qian'er, you really didn't need to emphasize the fact that you're fat!" Mo Yiran chuckled.

"Uh..." It was the first time the Crown Prince of Xiliang had been told his eyes were pasted with dung, and he took a moment to process it. However, he caught the key point: "You live with Prince Mo?"

"Yeah, I live at his place. Got a problem with that?"

"Nothing at all. You..." Before the Crown Prince of Xiliang could finish his sentence, the door of the private room was kicked open—literally kicked open!

"Get in here! If you don't confess who you are, I'll strip you bare and throw you onto the stage for public viewing!" The fierce sister who kicked the door open was none other than Su Qingcheng!

"Oh, come on, I already told you I just accidentally wandered into the wrong place! When that young lady tried to make a move on me, I simply knocked her out!" said the enchanting and mesmerizing handsome man being dragged behind Su Qingcheng.

Seeing the two of them pulling and tugging as they walked in, Yuan Qian'er asked curiously, "Qingcheng, what's going on? Who is this person? And why did you come up to the private room? There are guests here!"

"Qingcheng, you were backstage just now so you wouldn't know. I was originally supposed to perform a magic trick making Mo Xue appear, but for some reason this guy randomly barged in. Later, when I went looking for Mo Xue, I found her knocked out cold, and the culprit was precisely this妖孽 (evil-looking siren)! I couldn't handle him by myself, so I came to get your help!" Su Qingcheng gave Yuan Qian'er a rough summary.

"You guys shut the door first and come in to explain properly!" the Crown Prince of Xiliang spoke up.

"Go on, close the door!" Su Qingcheng delivered a swift kick to the enchanting man's backside.

"Wife, take it easy! Are you trying to murder your own husband?" the enchanting man complained.

"My goodness, who's your wife?! Good-looking as you may be, don't even think about taking advantage of this grandlady!" Su Qingcheng roared.

"Hey, Wife, you're giving me the cold shoulder just like that? This breaks my heart!" The enchanting man put on an exaggerated theatrical performance.

"Hold on, stop bickering for a second. What on earth is going on here?" Yuan Qian'er was utterly bewildered.

"Young Master Murong, rumor has it that you are cold and completely devoid of human warmth. It seems the reality is quite different!" Mo Yiran addressed the enchanting man.

"Heh, same to you, same to you. Aren't you the exact same way? Prince Mo, rumored to have nothing to do with women, is actually taking such deep interest in a woman!"

"Young Master Murong? I might as well be Sister Furong! Mo Yiran, who on earth is he?!" Su Qingcheng blurted out the reference to Sister Furong without a second thought, drawing a muffled fit of laughter from Yuan Qian'er. *Qingcheng, are you certain you want to play Sister Furong?*

"Murong Xuan, the master of the Jianghu Ghost King Palace! As for why he ended up here, let him explain it himself," Mo Yiran said, looking at Murong Xuan.

Realizing he had been recognized, Murong Xuan smiled, found a seat, and sat down. "I was merely passing through the capital and heard everyone buzzing about a performance here tonight, so I came to take a look out of curiosity. I accidentally wandered into the secret chamber beneath your stage; the young lady inside tried to attack me the moment she saw me, so I knocked her unconscious. As a result, the floorboards right above my head opened up, and I got hauled up onto the stage!"