Exile after Divorce? Empty the Scumbag Husband First!-Chapter 223 - 220: Entering the Prince Mansion as a Craftsman
"In that case, I will procure raw materials from you in the future."
Ruan Mian exchanged polite words and then got to the main topic: "When will you be going to the Prince Mansion?"
Before she finished talking, the old gentleman recalled something: "Are you free now, young lady? I planned to go to the Prince Mansion for a survey today. Since the Princely Heir is getting married, the mansion’s roofs need repairs. If you’re free, you can come with me."
This was exactly what Ruan Mian was hoping for.
Today, she was dressed as a man, with some stains on her face from mixing glazes.
Entering the Prince Mansion required no further disguise.
She simply assumed the identity of a craftsman and entered the mansion with the old gentleman.
There, a steward received them, chatted with the old gentleman, and directed some servants to take them to different courtyards.
The old gentleman looked at Ruan Mian and asked, "If you’re not familiar, you can follow me. Today, we just need to check which roofs require repairs."
Ruan Mian nodded without hesitation: "Rest assured, old sir, I can handle this."
After speaking, she followed a servant to the backyard. When the servant went to fetch a wooden ladder, Ruan Mian touched the Jade Bracelet, releasing some small butterflies.
They had smelled the wooden hairpin’s scent beforehand, so as long as Lady Yue was at the Prince Mansion, they would definitely trace her.
Sure enough, just when the servant brought the ladder, the butterflies started hovering above her head.
So fast? Just as she happened to reach the roof, she looked in amazement, following the butterflies’ direction, she quickly saw a figure being dragged by a man in the courtyard ahead!
A faint painful cry of a woman reached her ears.
Ruan Mian immediately turned back, glanced around for the missing servant, and intentionally moved towards the roof’s front, getting a clearer view. A man dressed in luxurious clothes, with a jade crown and green robe, adorned with a jade belt, clearly of extraordinary status.
He unhesitatingly kicked the woman on the ground, his eyes terrifyingly fierce, after venting, grasped the woman’s chin viciously, looking with a malicious face.
"I say you’re Ayue, and so you are!! If you disobey and don’t comply, this is your fate!"
After saying this, he slapped her again, and for some reason, suddenly enraged, he flipped the stone table nearby, letting it crash on the woman’s leg.
"Ah..."
The woman let out an extremely pained scream. Ruan Mian furrowed her brows, seeing the leg pinned under the stone bench deformed.
It seemed dislocated.
Yet, the man wasn’t satisfied; as he was about to act again, a servant bowed respectfully behind him.
"Young Master! The Prince summons you."
Only then did the man withdraw his sleeves, his expression lightened.
In no time, he changed his demeanor, gently lifting the woman with both hands, full of concern.
"Ayue, how could you be so careless?" Turning around, he called the servant: "Go call the household doctor!"
The woman stared at him in terror, full of defensiveness, her body involuntarily trembling.
All this was seen by Ruan Mian.
The woman was probably the master’s elder sister, Lady Yue. And this Princely Heir Mu Ren was even more perverse than described in the original book.
The book merely mentioned that he was spoiled since childhood and showed no respect to anyone.
Seeing in person now really opened Ruan Mian’s eyes!
Yet, she wanted to meet Lady Yue, but as soon as the Princely Heir left, a familiar figure entered the courtyard.
The servant left behind, seeing the woman, hurriedly bowed: "Greetings, Miss Hui."
By just her back, Ruan Mian recognized it as Ruan Jiao.
She lowered her position, exposing just half her head to gaze over there. Ruan Jiao stood still, but the maid by her side walked towards Zhang Yue, arrogantly demanding coldly.
"Seeing Miss Hui, why do you not kneel to greet?"
Zhang Yue, covered in wounds, already had little strength, now pinned by the stone table, how could she kneel?
Seeing no reaction, the maid stepped forward, slapping her several times!
Zhang Yue’s face turned a bright red.
"Such audacity! Our lady is soon to become the Heir’s wife, and you’re merely a concubine to the Princely Heir, dismissing our lady?"
"Shuang’er, can’t you see this girl is injured? Do not make things difficult for her."
Ruan Jiao adjusted her veil, yet the maid called Shuang’er seemed to understand her mistress’s implicit message, her demeanor suddenly turned harsh, going to lift the stone table.
But as she barely lifted it, she let it slip, allowing the heavy table to crash again on the wound.
The pain made Lady Yue break out in a cold sweat, letting out a stifled groan of immense agony.
Shuang’er pretended not to notice, kept lifting it vigorously, repeating several times until even the nearby servant couldn’t watch.
Trying to speak up, but Shuang’er was quicker, with sharp nails digging into her shoulder. Feigning concern, but the long nails pierced the skin, faintly leaking blood.
"Our lady cares so much for this girl, yet this girl is so proud, just a mere concubine, not sparing a glance at us."
After speaking, Shuang’er nonchalantly stepped heavily onto her.
The sound of bones cracking echoed clearly to those present, even Ruan Mian couldn’t help but sweat on her behalf.
At this moment, sounds came from outside the courtyard, and Ruan Mian saw the old gentleman and others arriving nearby, so she descended from the roof after thinking it over.
Just then, an angry voice came from the courtyard: "Stop."
Ruan Mian didn’t turn her head, while the old gentleman thought she had offended someone and hurriedly explained.
"This young lady, he is one of our craftsmen, sent today to survey which roofs need repairing at the Prince Mansion, unintentionally intruding."
Hearing this, Shuang’er’s face eased a bit, but relying on Ruan Jiao’s backing, she was still harsh.
"You craftsmen, don’t you know the rules! This is the Prince Mansion’s private quarters, without the Young Master’s permission, how dare you enter? Get out!"
The old gentleman was taken aback, sheepishly smiling, "Miss, we are here on Prince’s orders..."
"Then show me the Prince’s credentials! Our Miss Hui is here, the marriage with the Princely Heir is yet to happen, but you already dare barge in?"
This maid gave an exemplary performance of causing a scene without logic.
The old gentleman did not expect her to be so unreasonable.
But since Miss Hui is the future Heir’s wife, they could only bow and attempt to leave.
However, Ruan Jiao came out of the courtyard with a pleasant smile, calmly stating: "Shuang’er, do not be rude. This is the craftsman appointed by the Prince himself." "But I heard the Heir Mansion’s glazed roof is yet to be finished, is there any issue?"
The old gentleman quickly responded: "Previously, we were crafting glazed colored tiles as per the young lady’s instructions, so it took a bit longer. But now we are ready to finish it soon."
"Oh? May I ask, old gentleman, are those glazed colored tiles expensive?"
