Chapter 41 – The Mad Emperor and His Fairy in the Painting

The Mad Emperor and His Fairy in the Painting (7)

“Thank you, Ah Yuan. I absolutely love it!”

Xu Xinghe happily dashed over, touching this and playing with that like a curious little baby, drawing a low laugh from Xie Chenyuan.

Xie Chenyuan stared darkly at that figure. The treasure he most wanted to possess was now in this room as well…

…

Song Qinghuan had already waited five days. She had yet to see Ma Er appear.

She paced anxiously inside the room. “Brother Ma Er must not be able to get in. He must be figuring out a way to rescue me right now.”

Just then, a servant girl came in to bring her meal. A flash of inspiration struck Song Qinghuan. She quietly picked up a vase beside her.

With a “Crash!”, the servant girl’s body collapsed instantly. A pool of blood formed at the back of her head.

Her eyes were still open. Her lips murmured, “Help… me, Miss…”

Song Qinghuan kicked away the outstreched hand in disgust. Dying for the sake of her love, she died a worthy death!

The servant girl’s eyes remained open in death. Song Qinghuan stripped off her clothes, put them on herself, and successfully evaded the guards outside.

Brother Ma Er, wait for me!

…

Meanwhile, Ma Er was spending the money Prime Minister Song had given him at the brothel, living it up quite happily. Song Qinghuan had long since been forgotten by him.

What he couldn’t get from other women, he could get at the brothel as long as he had money. Ma Er couldn’t perform sexually, but he enjoyed the sounds women made on top of him.

It greatly satisfied his desire for conquest.

The woman on him rolled her eyes. It was her first time seeing someone come to a brothel just to listen to the sounds.

…

Song Qinghuan returned to the thatched house. Ma Er wasn’t there. She anxiously searched everywhere.

By chance, she ran into the neighbor woman next door. The woman looked at her hesitantly, as if wanting to say something but holding back.

Song Qinghuan frowned. She didn’t understand why the aunt was looking at her with pity.

“Miss Song, are you looking for your man?” the aunt asked softly.

“Yes. Did you see him?” Song Qinghuan’s face was full of disdain. This old lady’s family was notoriously poor. She probably reeked of an unwashed, poverty-stricken smell.

The aunt didn’t notice. She hesitated for a moment, then finally mustered the courage to say, “Miss Song, I just saw your man go into a brothel.”

Afraid that Song Qinghuan might be upset, the aunt even brought out a candied hawthorn stick she had bought for her granddaughter. She heard that young ladies all liked to eat them, so she specially bought it.

With a “Smack!”, the woman’s hand holding the candied hawthorn was slapped away. The snack fell to the ground.

“Auntie, if you keep spouting nonsense, don’t blame me for being rude. Ma Er would never betray me!” Song Qinghuan scolded harshly, her brows furrowed.

The aunt’s face was full of heartache as she looked at the candied hawthorn on the ground. She didn’t even care about her hurt hand.

Song Qinghuan let out a cold “Hmph,” turned her head, and walked away. She couldn’t believe that Ma Er would go to a place like a brothel.

After all, when she seduced him Ma Er at that time, he was able to resist. There was no way he would betray her.

…

As Song Qinghuan walked, she somehow ended up at the entrance of the brothel.

She told herself she would just take one look. She wasn’t going inside to look for Ma Er. She kept repeating this to herself, but her heart couldn’t help tensing up.

Ma Er was just enjoying having a woman feed him grapes from her mouth, his hands wandering all over her body. The women here really understood how to have fun. Nothing like that hungry woman Song Qinghuan.

Just as Ma Er was thinking this, he suddenly heard Song Qinghuan’s voice.

“Ma Er!”

Song Qinghuan could hardly believe what she was seeing. Her eyes were wide with anget, filled with the pain of betrayal.

“Song Qinghuan? How did you find this place?” Ma Er didn’t expect Song Qinghuan to track him down. Hadn’t she been locked up by Chancellor Song?

Song Qinghuan lunged and slapped his chest hysterically. “I ran away from home for you! Eloped with you! And this is how you treat me!”

Ma Er was hurt by the beating. His patience instantly vanished. “Are you done yet?!”

With a “Slap!”, Song Qinghuan was knocked to the ground.

Lying on the ground, Song Qinghuan suddenly laughed. “Haha… hahaha… Ma Er, you’re going to regret this.”

After saying this, Song Qinghuan stood up, shot a vicious glare at the onlookers, and walked out.

She was going to enter the palace. She would have Xie Chenyuan kill everyone who humiliated her!