Empress’ Game: Make-up Master Chapter 11 - The Engagement is broken off again

Although Wu Sheyue had not yet seen the true masters of the Chancellor’s Estate, of the few people she had encountered so far, not one of them was normal.

Although she had always been only logistics, she was still a member of an assassin group. Right now, she was considering whether she should be more direct and simply kill them all. After all, this was one body shared across two people now. New grudges and old debts could not just go unpaid.

Ning’er had no idea that her Third Miss was considering killing the whole family and silencing everyone. She only followed at the side, full of excitement and worry.

Before long, they saw a young male servant running over from ahead. When he saw Nanny Jin supported by two maids, he skidded to an emergency stop and almost crashed into them.

Nanny Jin shouted in exasperation,

“What now?”

The young servant panted,

“Nanny, the… the Eighth Prince is here again.”

“What the hell! Where is the Chancellor?”

Nanny Jin gripped the arms of the two maids hard, hurting them so much they did not dare make a sound.

“The Chancellor hasn’t been here for two days! This servant was just about to go find Madam…”

“Then hurry and call her! Go to Eldest Miss’s courtyard to find her!”

Nanny Jin was so anxious she almost stamped her foot.

“Help me. Help me to the front gate!”

Wu Sheyue and Ning’er strolled behind them, following from not too far away. When Ning’er heard that the Eighth Prince had come, the color drained from her face.

“Miss, did you hear? It’s… it’s the Eighth Prince again!”

Now, whenever she remembered how Concubine Yin and Wu Sheyue had been carried back that day, she still felt lingering fear.

“He’s here again?”

Wu Sheyue thought, I was just thinking about being lazy and directly killing someone, and you delivered yourself to the door. How can that be my fault?

Ning’er was already terribly anxious.

“Before, the Eighth Prince came to break off the engagement, but because something happened to Concubine Yin, it didn’t go through. Why is he back after only three days? Oh no, what if the Eighth Prince draws his sword again?”

Wu Sheyue grabbed the chattering Ning’er by the back of the collar and dragged her forward.

“Enough. That old woman’s legs are slow. Lead me around by a shortcut.”

“Ah?”

Ning’er finally understood. Her Third Miss was not foolish. She was insane.

Ning’er led Wu Sheyue in a run along a shortcut. On the way, they encountered a few people who might have been maids or young ladies. When they saw Wu Sheyue, they all cried out in surprise. Wu Sheyue had no time to bother with them and did not spare them a glance.

Ning’er, however, almost wanted to cry from the bottom of her heart. While running, she clearly saw Fifth Miss staring at them from the roadside…

Before they even reached the front gate, Wu Sheyue heard noisy voices from far away.

One sentence was especially grating.

“-So I wasn’t wrong, was I? With so many people here, can your family be reasonable or not? You toss a girl no one wants to this prince. Do you think this prince picks up trash?”

A few young servants stood by the gate with bitter faces, quietly pleading, “Eighth Prince, why don’t we go inside to talk? The Chancellor will return soon.”

“I won’t.”

That voice sounded extremely punchable. With a teasing tone, it said,

“Why not drag out your family’s Third Girl and parade her around? Let everyone see what kind of goods she is. The rough-work maids in my residence are prettier and more interesting than she is!”

The servants’ faces became even uglier. This was too humiliating. Even if everything the Eighth Prince said was true, he still could not say it so loudly in public…

Wu Sheyue slowed her steps and asked Ning’er,

“This Eighth Prince is pretty arrogant. What’s his background normally? I like it.”

I’d like watching you show off first and then get slapped in the face.

But Ning’er took it seriously and glared at Wu Sheyue.

“Miss, is your foolishness acting up again? This servant has heard that the Eighth Prince has more concubines than there are maids in Eldest Miss’s courtyard!”

“Can you grow a brain? Who would be interested in a stud horse?”

Wu Sheyue rolled her eyes at her, then suddenly lifted her sleeve to cover her face and walked out.
Ning’er nearly died of fright from the move and had no choice but to stiffen her scalp and follow.

Xin Zhi was smugly listing all of Wu Sheyue’s faults when he suddenly saw a graceful young woman come out from behind the servants. He was just about to switch to a better tone and greet her when he saw clearly that the woman in plain clothes who covered her face with her sleeve and showed only one eye was Wu Sheyue.

Likewise, the moment Wu Sheyue came out, she first looked over the Eighth Prince. He seemed to be in his twenties and had a decent outer appearance. He wore an expensive purple robe, but his figure was thin and the bags under his eyes were a little puffy. Thinking of what Ning’er had said earlier, Wu Sheyue wickedly concluded that he was simply overindulged in women.

Behind Xin Zhi were seventeen or eighteen servants and guards. On the street, a group of onlookers surrounded them and chattered. It was indeed not a small scene.

“Oh, your family’s Third Miss really came out for everyone to see.”
Xin Zhi said it sarcastically.

He had thought some pretty young lady from the Chancellor’s Estate had come out to persuade him. In the end, it was this ugly freak.

When the servants of the Chancellor’s Estate saw Wu Sheyue arrive, they said with cold faces,

“Third Miss, you should hurry back and hide.”

At least there was one thing the Eighth Prince had not cursed wrongly. She had originally been a fool and an ugly freak, and now she had come out to add to the embarrassment.

Wu Sheyue had no time for the moment to pay attention to these people who took from the family while helping outsiders. She only timidly held up her sleeve and asked,

“Eighth Prince, you came to break off the engagement?”

“Yes. I don’t know what part of this prince you took a fancy to. At worst, I can change it.”

Xin Zhi rubbed his arm, as if hearing Wu Sheyue speak had given him goosebumps. With great disgust, he said,

“My residence can’t contain a beauty as noble as you. Perhaps your Chancellor’s Estate has some efficient steward you can consider instead?”

(To be continued)