Ever since ng Lang was packaged into the capital like a local specialty, he has been sharing the sa courtyard with Yu Zichuan.
He neither took the initiative to find ng Qianqian, nor did ng Qianqian co to see him.
If it weren’t for his surna being ng, people in the mansion might not believe they were siblings.
Even Yu Li, the young master from the maternal side, holds a higher status in the mansion than he does.
This day, ng Lang planned to muddle through it again, but unexpectedly, his room door was slamd open with a bang, and Tan’er stord in with a fierce look.
As ng Lang gnawed on a peach, he glanced at her, "What are you doing? You don’t intend to catch again, do you? Haven’t you had enough?"
Tan’er crossed her arms, "Is ’you’ so kind of delicacy? Beating ’you’ every day? Do I have that much free ti?"
ng Lang was startled and incredulously retorted, "You don’t? Then who is the one chasing all day with cries to hit and kill?"
Tan’er pouted.
She refused to admit it; she simply wouldn’t.
She got to the point, "Change your clothes."
"No."
ng Lang refused without a second thought.
Tan’er put her hands on her hips, "Aren’t you going to ask what’s it for?"
"No."
ng Lang replied simply.
Tan’er was montarily choked, "You—"
She frowned her valiant brows and walked forward to pinch ng Lang’s ear, "Change or not?"
ng Lang winced in pain, "Hey! I’m warning you, don’t go overboard! It hurts a lot, okay? And as a young lady, can’t you stop handling n roughly?"
"n?"
Tan’er looked him up and down, scornfully comnting, "A kid who hasn’t even grown any hair, pretending to be all tough?"
ng Lang: "..."
"Change clothes."
Chen Long appeared at the doorway at so point.
Tan’er tilted her head, "Brother Chen Long!"
"Hmm."
Chen Long responded.
ng Lang protested, "Why are you being so gentle with her? I’m your disciple, aren’t I?"
Tan’er confidently said, "That’s because ’you’ aren’t well behaved?"
ng Lang took the chance to yank his ear out of her grasp, stepping back by seven paces.
Tan’er stamped her foot, with her hands on her hips, "Hmph!"
ng Lang rubbed his aching ear, glared resentfully at Tan’er, and asked Chen Long, "Where are we going?"
"To the palace."
Chen Long said.
ng Lang’s eyes brightened, clearly energized, "To deal with the Loulan people?"
Chen Long’s gaze swept over Tan’er’s youthful face and then back to ng Lang’s, "Co out with ."
"Alright!"
ng Lang complied, following Chen Long out of the room.
A mont later, ng Lang’s pitiful wails echoed through the courtyard.
"Ah—Co on—What did I say wrong again—Why is it always getting beaten—"
Chen Long escorted the newly dressed ng Lang to the gates of the Governor Mansion.
Whether in You State or the Governor Mansion, ng Lang always dressed in a laid-back manner. But now, in brocade attire, he looked majestic and elegant, a man of extraordinary charm.
A servant brought a horse to a stop by his side.
An old saying unwittingly flashed through everyone’s mind—young n in resplendent clothes astride fiery steeds.
At this mont, the servants finally believed he was indeed the Young Madam’s real brother.
A tiger father has no dog-like daughters, and the Young Madam’s brother should also be a distinguished young man.
"Got beaten?"
ng Qianqian asked as she looked at ng Lang, who wore a face of grievance.
Chen Long said, "Don’t worry, we didn’t touch the face."
ng Qianqian: "Oh."
"Get on the horse."
Chen Long instructed ng Lang.
ng Lang unwillingly stepped on the stirrup and in a swift move mounted the horse.
Even with a deliberate air of defeat, he couldn’t hide his dazzling presence.
Chen Long cautioned, "In the palace, listen to your sister. If you don’t, I’ll break your legs."
ng Lang grumbled, "Got it, got it."
Tan’er also mounted her horse, making a face at ng Lang.
ng Lang snorted and turned his head away.
Chen Long: "Do you want a beating again?"
ng Lang turned back with a dark expression and offered Tan’er a very fake smile.
Tan’er haughtily raised her chin.
She and Treasure Piggy, it was hard to tell who was mimicking whom.
"Be careful in the palace."
Chen Long admonished ng Qianqian.
He hadn’t been this nagging before.
But the words naturally spilled out when they were on the tip of his tongue.
He suddenly rembered that this was sothing the old matriarch frequently reminded him of.
After speaking, he pursed his lips, as if not quite accustod to his own change.
ng Qianqian curved her lips, "I know, Brother. I will be careful."
Choosing not to point out his change, but to accept it gladly.
The surge of embarrassnt in Chen Long’s heart subsided instantly.
He then looked towards Lu Yuan, "If my sister loses a single hair, I’ll raze your Governor Mansion to the ground."
Lu Yuan was about to snort dismissively when he turned and t ng Qianqian’s innocent almond eyes.
Knowing full well the girl was just trying to butter him up, he nevertheless fell for it.
He mumbled a response, "Got it."
Sha!
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