THE EVIL PRINCE AND HIS PRECIOUS WIFE
Chapter 48 – Conspiracy In Progress

Murong Xue's? He said he was sick and would not attend dinner. Why is he here now?

Murong Rou smiled hypocritically as she watched Murong Xue walk slowly towards her. Murong Xue was wearing a light green long dress, she slightly raised the corner of her mouth, and her extremely beautiful eyes felt cold.

Glad to see Murong Xue here, it was easier for him to carry out his plan.

Murong Rou looked towards Ny. Song, this old woman is trying to slander him in front of everyone, so she doesn't need to obey this old woman.

Murong Rou sneered as she walked towards Murong Xue, “Xue Er, I thought you were not feeling well? Why are you here?"

Seeing her fake smile, Murong Xue did not want to pretend to be polite to her, she said emotionlessly, "I'm here to look for my brother."

“Ye Er is on the front page..” said Murong Rou.

"Not him, not him. His servant told me that he was in the guest room.” Murong Xue interrupted and corrected him disrespectfully.

The noble ladies and guests who attended the dinner did not think that Murong Xue was being rude. He was standing right in front of the person who was trying to fight him for his land. It was fine for Murong Xue to treat him in such a way.

Murong Rou was stunned, 'This brash girl!' How dare he reply to me in public. But he would not be arrogant anymore, until Murong Rou's plan succeeded.

"It's not lunch time yet, Ye Er might not have been drinking at this hour, how could she be in the guest room?"

“I'm not with him at the moment, how can I know? That's why I'm here to look for him.” Murong Xue said without feeling. He walked up to Murong Rou and followed Feng Tao to the living room.

How could this rude girl be so bossy? Murong Rou would lose control if he did not need Murong Xue's help to succeed his plan. Murong Xue suppressed her anger and chased after Murong Xue, "I'll follow you to check on her." He would definitely take revenge on Murong Xue after he succeeded his plan.

Everyone followed them into the living room because they thought there must be some drama coming soon.

At the same time, another person looked towards the birthday woman, Mrs. Songs. He said he had punished Murong Rou for his regret in the Buddhist hall? Why is he here?

Lady Song felt extremely embarrassed, she had reminded Murong Rou several times to stay in the kitchen and not come out to serve the guests. However, Murong Rou dared to disobey his orders and put him in an awkward situation.

“Murong Ye is the only son of Mr. Yue, hopefully nothing is wrong.” Madam Lin spoke up to address this awkward situation.

Madam Song looked at her gratefully, "Right, we should follow them to check out the situation."

Murong Xue rushed forward when she saw Shuang Xi suffering from a stomachache and lying on the wall. He looked pale and moody, “What happened to you?” murong Xue asked.

Shuang Xi walked towards Murong Xue weakly, “I suffered from diarrhea for almost two hours.”

Murong Xue raised her eyebrows, “You were in good shape when you came out this morning. Did you eat something unclean?”

Shuang Xi shook her head excitedly, "No, I didn't eat anything once I got here, I only drank a few cups of tea..."

Needless to say, there must be something added to the tea. Shuang Xi was an intelligent child, Murong Rou did it on purpose, in order to make it easier for him to conspire against Murong Ye.

"alright then. I know what I should do next time.” Shuang Xi said. His face was pale with fear.

Murong Rou looked glum, she clenched her fists tightly as she knew Murong Xue was quipping.

Murong Xue ignored Murong Rou and walked quickly into the living room. The door was opened wide and a large gambling table was placed in the middle of the room. Song Qing Yan was wearing a deep blue robe, standing behind the table and shuffling the dice triumphantly.

Murong Ye stood before Song Qing Yan and was surrounded by all the sons of the rich. They all stared at the dice cup attentively and shouted, “Small, small, small....Small, small, small.”.

Song Qing Yan placed the dice cup on the table and removed the lid, she yelled arrogantly, “Five, five, Six.... Big..

Every time Murong Xue met Murong Ye while she was gambling, she would definitely lose to a useless man.

Murong Xue furrowed her brows as she shouted, "Murong Ye!"

Murong Ye turned around when he heard an angry voice, his eyes were filled with tension, “Sister, what are you doing here?”

“I'm here to see how big your loss is!” Murong Xue stepped forward into the room.

They all thought that something bad must have happened to Murong Ye, yet he only gambled in the room.

They were relieved to see him and did not follow Murong Xue into the room.

The rich man's son fell silent when he saw so many people coming suddenly. They didn't speak a word.

Murong Ye looked at the empty table and smiled shyly, “No loss much, not much..”.

"It's not much, it's only fifty thousand dollars .." said Song Qing Yan carelessly as he counted the pile of chips in front of him.

Murong Ye had lost all his money. They have signed a contract, each and every spin won will then put up chips.

There were so many people here, they could not continue gambling anymore, it was time to cash in.

"What's? Fifty thousand dollars?” Murong Ye gawked when he heard the numbers. “How can it be that much?”

People were astonished when they heard the amount, losing fifty thousand dollars one morning. There was no denying that Murong Ye was a lost child.

"You have to remember how many rounds you beat, right?" Song Qing Yan raised an eyebrow as she looked towards Murong Ye, "Each round is worth five thousand dollars, summing up all the rounds ..."

“At first you said every spin would be worth fifty dollars, why now it is five thousand dollars?” Murong Ye cut him off violently, staring straight into his eyes.

“Fifty dollars? Murong Ye, open your eyes and take a good look. His contract stated clearly that each round was five thousand dollars.” Song Qing Yan took out a piece of paper and placed it in front of Murong Ye. It's written on paper. Cash is not enough, losing one round is equivalent to five thousand dollars. Written by Song Qing Yan, signed by Murong Ye.

“This is certainly a scam. His writing was fifty dollars.. ”Murong Ye was furious. He pointed at the rich man's children, “You can try asking them, our deal is fifty dollars every round. They heard it clearly..”.