THE EVIL PRINCE AND HIS PRECIOUS WIFE
Chapter 81. The Long-LIVED Evil People

“Dad....father.......father..............” Murong Ji knelt on the edge of the cliff while crying.

His wailing reverberated sadly in the deep abyss, seeing it made people grieve.

However, Murong Xue was unmoved. Murong Jian had caused this to himself and died from a fall. He had no one else to blame but himself.

“I.....I am fine......” a weak voice resounded from under the cliff, Murong Ji stopped crying and gasped consciously. He peered to the edge and shouted in shock, “Dad........is it really you?”

“Yes, it's me….I'm doing fine….Lower the long rope.... and pull me up....” continued Murong Jian. His voice sounded weak, as if he was seriously injured.

“Alright, wait for me, I'll be back!” Murong Ji shouted in excitement. He then wiped his tears and ran towards the patrol guards. “Master, do you have any rope? Can you lend it to me for a minute...”.

The purpose of placing patrol guards is to detect and address sudden complications in the area. In addition to weapons, they also carried ropes and other rescue equipment.

The fact that – Murong Ji looks so young, his eyes are filled with despair and his face is teary eyed – gets sympathy from the patrol guards. They took the rope and tied everything into one long rope. The rope was then lowered to the cliff.

The rope swayed. Slowly, the patrolling guards pulled the ropes up and a severely injured man appeared with a torn robe in many places.

His hair was messy, his face was covered in scratches and his eyes were full of hostility – it was none other than Murong Jian!

Murong Xue frowned. He had fallen off a cliff, yet he survived! This disgusting creature is hard to kill!

"Dad!" Murong Ji hurried off the rope tied around his waist and hugged him. She screams in joy, “You're fine!”

Murong Jian smiled and ruffled his son's hair, “Your father is very tough. He will not die easily especially when he is attacked by someone who is a fraud.”.

"You're right. Good people do not live long, but bad people live long. So of course, uncle, you won't just die!” Murong Xue smiled.

The patrolman heard the whole conversation. What he said, it doesn't seem right…

Murong Jian's expression darkened and he stared coldly at Murong Xue, his eyes showing a radiance of hatred.

Murong Xue showed no signs of giving up and also looked at him with disdain. Their gazes met each other in midair, and without saying anything, they fought each other with glares.

“Mr Murong, how can you fall off a cliff?” a patrol guard came to ask politely to Murong Jian.

After overcoming the complications, the patrol guards certainly need to report the cause and how it happened. That was why one of them approached Murong Jian.

Murong Jian raised his eyebrows and looked towards Murong Xue, as if saying, “If I tell them the truth, you will definitely be in big trouble!”

Murong Xue smiled, "Please do it. Uncle tried to kill the nephew and niece but failed. Patrol guards will be very interested in your story. In fact, I think more people will also be happy to hear it."

One's work achievements were not good enough to be noticed and returned to Jing City to kill people, how evil he was. Although I can't trace who this person is, the officials at the top rank definitely can…

Murong Jian's face darkened to the extent of killing. "You have no proof that I want to kill you and Murong Ye!"

"Of course I know! That horse that just fell down was drugged by you, that is the best proof!"

Murong Jian's face grew darker, his hands under his sleeves clenched and he gritted his teeth

"Murong Xue's……."

“Mr Murong……. Mr. Murong……. Are you okay?" The patrol guard saw that Murong Jian was staring into another place – without blinking – for some time and felt worried.

Murong Jian gasped and pretended to smile, “I'm fine. I myself accidentally fell off a cliff.”.

Hearing his father's reply, Murong Ji gasped and interjected, “Dad, but I saw it with my own eyes that...”.

Murong Jian raised his hand and cut it off, “That's what happened. Son, you were a bit far away when it happened, you didn't see clearly what really happened.”

Murong Ji swallowed what he wanted to say and looked towards Murong Xue, then towards Murong Ye. His eyes were filled with impenetrable hatred.

The patrol guard nodded, “Ahh so.. Mr. Murong, you must be scared to death.”.

Murong Jian smiled, “You have saved me, I will always remember. My assistant was seriously injured and is still unconscious. Can you send him back to Zhen's residence to rest?”

The patrol guard looked at Murong Jian in surprise, “Master Murong, you will not return?”

“I must accompany Ji to the army camp and will not return. Thank you all." Murong Jian smiled and thrust a silver bar into the hands of the patrol guards, “As a token of gratitude, buy wine for yourself.”

The patrol guard squeezed the silver bar and smiled broadly, “Thank you, Mr. Murong.”

Murong Xue raised her eyebrows lightly. There were vine leaves on his robe, he must have been holding the vines as he fell and calmed down, which explained why he was still alive.

However his sleeves were torn many in many places and when he handed the silver bar to the patrol guards, his hands trembled slightly. Obviously his arm was injured. Why did he still not return to the residence to treat his injuries and insist on going to the army camp? Did he really want to let his son join the army, or did he have other evil plans?

“Ouyang Heir, excuse me!” The voices of the guards rang out in everyone's ears. Murong Xue turned her head and saw the guards bowing to Ouyang Shao Chen then continued their patrol.

He blinked a few times. Murong Jian's right hand, Cai Jin, suffered a broken leg which meant Murong Jian lost another helper in his scheming. If he were to execute another one, it would not be as successful as this one. Let's see if he has any other tricks!

“Brother, it's very late. Let's continue our journey to the army camp.”

"All right." Murong Ye nodded. His horse went crazy and went off track, thus wasting a lot of time. Hopefully he can still get to the army camp in time.

“Young Master, let me give you a ride.” Ge Hui led his horse towards Murong Ye.

Murong Ye's horse had fallen into the abyss and Murong Jian and his son were still here, so who could guarantee that the other horses were not given medicine as well? Ge Hui was worried about Murong Ye driving alone, so that was why he made the offer.

"All right!" Murong Ye nodded and rode Ge Hui's horse chasing after him.

Murong Xue also rode on her horse. A white robe was seen and sat behind him. The faint smell of bamboo ink wrapped around his nose. Murong Xue raised her eyebrows towards him, “What do you think you are doing?”