The Mask Of A Siren 22 Angering Him 2

Hongyue and General Wei turned, to discover the culprit to be the Third Prince. Hongyue dropped her head before clinging on to the General. Startled, the General tried to push her away. Hongyue lost her balance and tumbled back. The Third Prince seized her quickly before she reached the ground. He glared at the General.

"This is your way of caring the future princess?"

General Wei felt his scalp p.r.i.c.kled in fear.

"T-this...no...I..."

The Third Prince scowled at him before stuffing a pill into her mouth. "Get the doctor! What if she's injured."

The General promptly roared at nearby servants to get the doctor before polite gesturing for the prince to sit down at a nearby stone table. He grabbed the pot of tea from a tray a servant brought over and quickly poured it for the prince. Hongyue was still in the arms of the Third Prince, she struggled weakly before a dark smirk crept up her dirtied face. She still hasn't forgotten about the tea incident. It's about time to pay him back. She stared at the pot of tea and forced her power of influence to spread out. Since the pot was not on any surface, she could only spread her power out into the air to control the liquid. She felt a familiar tugging on the tips of her fingers and quickly swirled her pinky. Instantly, the tea inside the pot heated up, the handle became searing to the touch. General Wei dropped the pot in pain. The pot of tea spilled over, and the boiling tea sped toward the Third Prince.

The Third Prince's eyes gleamed sharply before he curled his hands. A wall of fire leaped up from the ground, and before the tea could touch either Hongyue or the prince himself, it evaporated. Hongyue's eyes widened in surprise, she stared intensely at the prince before she let out a piercing wail.

The Third Prince smirked, playing along and gently smoothing her dirty hair, "Look at what you did, you frightened her. I heard from my royal brother about how unique your manor's teapots was", He glimpsed at General Wei with amus.e.m.e.nt, "I suppose it was true."

"Father!" ChunHua ran over. She cupped his burned fingers eagerly, but she pressed too hard causing the General to grunt in pain. He pushed her aside lightly, and the Third Prince took the scene in, his eyes flashing.

ChunHua pouted. She fancied the Third Prince and was trying to put up an act of gentle, sweet girl. She peeped at him shyly and advanced towards him. Her eyes turned to Hongyue, and she drove down her disgust as she thought up a new plan. ChunHua walked over and stretched her hand out to comfort Hongyue. Hongyue sneered but kept a stupid look on her face. Before ChunHua's hand even touched Hongyue, her right hand abruptly had a mind of its own. It struck down across Hongyue's pale cheeks.

Hongyue shrieked in pain.

ChunHua stared at her own hand in disbelief.

"I-I..."

"Escort Second Miss and Third Miss back to their rooms!" The General ordered. His mind was in a panic, why was this ChunHua ruining his plan.

ChunHua turned in disbelief, "Father, I want to stay. I didn't mean to."

General Wei scowled at her angrily. Two servants quickly supervised Lan'er and ChunHua towards their own rooms. He shifted to Hongyue and planted a light smile on his face.

"Hongyue, my child, your second sister didn't mean to hit you."

Hongyue nearly rolled her eyes. Of course, she didn't, Hongyue had controlled her hand to injure herself. She wanted to laugh. Feigning to be a sweet white lotus in front of her? Please, she can act even better. She cupped her cheeks, and her eyes instantly swelled with tears. General Wei was lost for words, what was he reckoned to do now?

"General!" A noisy servant hurried towards him. General Wei felt relieved before giving a nod.

"Second Miss and Third Miss are battling against each other. The garden is...", the servant looked at the Third Prince quickly before continuing, "..unstately."

The General ached to bang his head against a wall, why was it so hard to follow out his plan just for a day. He nodded quickly to the prince, "Please excuse me. I'll be right back." He swiftly ran after the servant.

The Third Prince watched the crying Hongyue entertained. "Are you done pretending? Are you intending to anger him to death."

Hongyue looked at him curiously. "Not yet but if he dies in the process, it'll be even better."

She couldn't help feel this character was strange. Why was he so set on supporting her when he knew she was pretending anyway? She left his arms and walked over to the area where the dirtied bun was, she picked it up and sniffed it. Grimacing, she bit into it. The Third Prince raised his eyebrows.

"It's poisoned."

Hongyue proceeded to chomp down on the bun. Once she felt her tongue numbing up from the poison, she returned and smiled coldly at the prince.

"This type of poison wouldn't kill me anyway."