I just want to be a princess, no, you want to be a queen

Chapter 153: Revenge

Behind the Xiangguo Temple, horses of pilgrims staying overnight were parked. Lu Mingyang pinched his nose and picked up pieces of horse manure with a branch and put them into a bamboo basket.

Seeing that she had picked up almost everything, she picked some more sycamore leaves and pressed them on the horse manure, then strode towards the mountain temple.

This time, she was bound to win.

A candle, some black paper, and a portrait.

Inside the mountain temple, Lu Mingyang made some simple arrangements, lit candles, and projected a figure onto the wall, which looked very much like Chu Mingzheng.

But portraits always seem a little unreal.

Lu Mingyang looked around, then turned and walked out of the inner room. The figure seemed much more real now that he was looking through the door.

With a hissing sound, a hole as big as a fist appeared in the door paper.

The more Lu Mingyang looked, the more satisfied he became. He silently took a few steps back with the bamboo basket, picked up some horse manure with sycamore leaves, and threw it into the cave entrance.

"Chu Mingzheng, you bastard, you son of a bitch, go be your grandma's good grandson!"

"You old woman, you knew that Princess Jin was coming, but you still wanted to slap me in the face. If you couldn't slap me, you would lock me up in the temple. Don't you just want to tell everyone that Qin Miao is the Princess Ningyuan?"

"Bah, who cares about your lousy grandson!" Lu Mingyang threw another piece of cow dung in and said angrily, "You big pig's hoof, who cares about you? I'm giving you face!"

"I told you to run, I told you to run. You're even willing to touch a prostitute, but you're pretending to be affectionate with me. You're just worried that I'll have a child before Mr. Qin Miao."

"You two, grandparents, really put on a great show."

"Okay, I wish you two a happy marriage and a son soon."

"If I let you touch me again, my surname won't be Lu, nor will it be Yang. My surname will be Pig!"

"I wish you a lifetime of romantic encounters, with women everywhere and a bunch of old ladies dancing square dance around you!"

"..."

Piece after piece of horse manure flew through the doorway and landed on "Chu Mingzheng". The candlelight swayed slightly in the wind, and the figure on the wall also swayed, as if nodding and bowing to admit its mistake.

Lu Mingyang felt much more relieved. Looking at the little horse manure left in the bamboo basket, she walked into the inner room, climbed onto the statue, and poured all the remaining horse manure onto the statue's head.

Thinking of how he looked crazy when horse manure fell on his head when he entered and exited the secret room, she left with satisfaction.

A figure walked out from behind the mountain temple wall. Chu Mingzheng was about to go find her when he saw the little girl coming down aggressively and heading straight for the mountain temple.

Unexpectedly, when he saw this scene, he was stunned and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

No wonder the little girl was so angry when she came out of Shoukang Palace. At this moment, he didn't know whether to feel distressed or happy, or whether to blame her for being too dramatic.

"What do big pig's trotters and square dancing mean?"

Watching the figure walk away into the temple gate, Chu Mingzheng turned and walked into the mountain temple. He put his hand on the stone statue to open the door, and a pile of horse manure fell out.

He dodged sideways, shook off the horse manure on his sleeves, his expression suddenly changed, and he looked up.

……

In the lotus room, Yang Nian'er looked at her second sister who had returned. She felt a foul smell coming from her and asked in confusion, "Revenge?"

"Yeah!" Lu Mingyang lay down with his clothes on.

"How do you take revenge?" Yang Nian'er was curious.

Lu Mingyang said with a look of arrogance: "Just wait, in a few days, he will beg me to go back. But I won't go back with him, even if he kowtows to me three times and nine times."

Yang Nian'er always believed in her second sister's words and waited at the temple gate every day. She didn't expect that she would really wait for her.

As the morning light began to break, a familiar figure slowly approached from the mountain gate.

"My second sister is amazing!"

Yang Nian'er held a temple broom in front of Chu Mingzheng and shouted, "Stop right there!"

At this moment, Lu Mingyang was still sleeping soundly when a little monk knocked on the door anxiously.

"Princess, your little sister is fighting with His Royal Highness Prince Ningyuan."

"what?"

Lu Mingyang put on his clothes in a daze and rushed over.

In the pavilion in the northeast corner of the mountain temple, Chu Mingzheng sat leisurely on a stone bench while Yang Nian'er attentively poured tea. This scene didn't look like a fight at all.

Lu Mingyang rubbed his head, put on an impeccable fake smile, and stepped forward to salute.

"Second sister, His Highness has come specially to pick you up, just go back with him!"

Before Chu Mingzheng could say anything, Yang Nian'er was the first to rebel.

Lu Mingyang glared at her sister and looked at Chu Mingzheng. She couldn't understand why he came to pick her up out of the blue. She smiled and refused, "Your Highness, you forgot. I still have to copy the rules for women!"

The little girl had just woken up, and there were still wrinkles on her face from the bamboo mat. She was very cute. Chu Mingzheng smiled and took her hand: "Stop arguing. I've already told the Empress Dowager."

Lu Mingyang took a step back and evaded the question, refusing again: "That won't do either. I've already lit a stick of incense at the temple, praying specifically for you. I'll be chanting sutras every day, and I can't stop!"

Chu Mingzheng looked at Yang Nian'er in confusion.

"Really!" Yang Nian'er held up her hands and gestured: "It's so thick, it can burn for seven days!"

Chu Mingzheng asked, "What blessing did Yangyang pray for me?"

Lu Mingyang smiled and said, "I am praying for the blessings of your descendants. If I interrupt this, it will harm your descendants, and I will be guilty of a great sin. So, I can't stop."

Chu Mingzheng leaned in and asked aggrievedly, "If you don't come back with me, who will I give birth to?"

Lu Mingyang's face flushed with embarrassment. The more she thought about it, the more it seemed like she was complaining about him not consummating their marriage. She turned around and left in anger.

"Wait a minute!" Chu Mingzheng walked over and asked, "The princess's words are final and cannot be changed?"

"It can't be changed!"

"Okay, that's good!" Chu Mingzheng then asked, "What about what you promised me?"

With a look of debtor on his face, Lu Mingyang was furious: "What did I promise you?"

Chu Mingzheng began to settle accounts: "But you said you would help me find the spy in the mansion. What, your eldest sister inherited the title, and the people in the mansion don't have to vacate the land, so you let it go?"

Lu Mingyang: “…”

She had really forgotten about it and pretended to be powerful: "I will find it, but I didn't say I would find it for you now."

"Then when will you look for it? Wait until someone harms my descendants, then you can look for it, okay?"

"me……"

As Lu Mingyang was hesitating to form her words, Yang Nian'er passed by her, secretly patted her, and urged her disdainfully, "You can't argue with her, stop embarrassing yourself, and go back quickly."

Lu Mingyang: “…”

When she came to her senses, she was already in the carriage, and all she could see was Chu Mingzheng's smug smile. She turned her head away in disgust. It was okay if she didn't look at him.

Chu Mingzheng looked at the puffed-up little face and asked, "I heard from your sister that you made me crawl in by kneeling three times and kowtow nine times?"

"Don't dare!"

Even so, she shook off Chu Mingzheng's outstretched hand and sat sideways against the door, looking like "Don't get close to me." Chu Mingzheng chased after her and sat opposite her.

Lu Mingyang glared at him with disdain and stood up to sit at the end of the carriage. This time, Chu Mingzheng sat cross-legged on the floor, blocking her path, and then pulled out a wooden puppet from his arms.