"You, you, you... you brat..."
Du Nu was so angry he stamred, almost blurting out ng Lang’s na.
Luckily, he wasn’t entirely brainless and realized that he and the Princess Consort were secretly leaving the capital, so it was best not to create a scene.
He gritted his teeth, forcibly swallowing the words that were about to burst out.
Mo Yi naturally recognized the person as well.
But the other’s absurd behavior had already gathered a crowd of onlookers eager for entertainnt.
He gave the coachman a signal with his eyes.
The coachman understood, got off the horse, and approached ng Lang, bending over and politely asking, "Young sir, are you alright?"
ng Lang opened one eye: "You knocked down, do you think I’m alright?"
The coachman was stunned: "No... you fell down on your own, and now you claim we knocked you?"
ng Lang said confidently: "If you hadn’t bumped into , would I have fallen? Surely you don’t think I’d falsely accuse you? Do you want to look at what I’m wearing? I’m a student at the Imperial College!"
"Yes, yes, a student at the Imperial College would never do sothing so disgraceful as trying to extort money."
"Exactly."
The crowd began to chatter noisily.
Du Nu’s mouth twitched harshly.
Are you blind? He’s clearly shaless!
He’s extorting people!
This brat... this brat!
Ugh!
What kind of people live in the Governor Mansion?
Why is every one of them more shaless than the next!
Du Nu was so angry he could spit blood.
The coachman was criticized by the townspeople and looked back helplessly at Mo Yi.
Mo Yi lowered the curtain and said to Ayimulan, "Princess Consort."
Ayimulan replied calmly, "In that case, invite him onto the carriage and take him to the clinic."
Mo Yi glanced at ng Qianqian: "You do realize that once he gets on the carriage, he’ll never get off again, right?"
ng Qianqian: "Oh."
Mo Yi: "You don’t care?"
ng Qianqian pointed outside the curtain: "He’s courting death himself, what’s it got to do with ?"
Mo Yi’s mouth twitched: "Aren’t you siblings?"
ng Qianqian laughed mockingly: "You’re soone who can kill your own father, and you’re talking to about sibling affection? Isn’t that laughable?"
Mo Yi turned his face, lifted the curtain, and instructed the coachman, "Please invite the young sir onto the carriage, we’ll take him to the clinic."
"Yes."
The coachman said to ng Lang, "Young sir, please."
ng Lang said: "Can’t you see I’m unable to move?"
The coachman steeled himself to carry the completely unhard ng Lang onto the carriage.
As soon as he sat down, ng Lang took out a juicy, fresh peach from his wide sleeve, biting into it heavily, then acted as if he just noticed ng Qianqian.
"Oh, what a coincidence, isn’t this my useless sister?"
"Yes, isn’t this my brother who can even wear his underpants backwards?"
ng Lang choked: "Don’t talk nonsense, I didn’t."
His eyes flickered and, without drawing attention, he turned his back, tugging at his waistband, "Did I wear them backwards again..."
Mo Yi could no longer bear it.
Neither of these siblings acted properly.
Once out of the city, he would find a secluded place to kill this brat who ca right to his door!
"You better be sensible, if you dare pull any stunts, I don’t mind killing you right here in the carriage."
He coldly threatened ng Lang.
Though he didn’t intend to do so right away, he needed to scare the brat.
ng Lang munched on his peach, carelessly speaking: "Isn’t it better to wait until we’ve left the city to look for a chance to kill ? Killing soone here, leaving blood all over the carriage, is an easy way to get caught. How does soone with your pig-brain attract your Princess Consort?"
Mo Yi: "..."
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