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"Crown Prince, the Prince was just joking with you, don’t take it seriously."

Alright, even she herself couldn’t believe those words...

But Yun Ran still looked at Nangong Jue with sincerity, hoping he would ’believe’ it.

Nangong Jue tugged at his stiff mouth, pulling out a gentle smile, "Wanyue, don’t worry, I understand Ninth Prince’s character, I won’t take him seriously."

Upon hearing this, Yun Ran politely smiled, "That’s good! As expected of the Crown Prince, so understanding and magnanimous."

Nangong Mo: "..."

That brat complinted another man again!

And smiled at another man!

Yun Ran felt a cold, eerie breeze behind her, just as she was about to turn around, Nangong Jue spoke, "Wanyue, may I have a word with you?"

Yun Ran: "???"

[What could be said that Nangong Mo can’t hear?]

Nangong Mo: He wants to know too!

Then Yun Ran rembered the two bottles he gave her last ti, claiming they were gifts from a sage capable of healing Nangong Mo’s leg injury.

After a brief consideration, Yun Ran turned to say a word to Nangong Mo, then followed Nangong Jue to a gazebo fifty ters away.

Nangong Mo stared at the two people in the gazebo, his dangerous black eyes almost exuding eerie, vengeful spirits.

The surrounding air, centered on him, froze into frost, filled with murderous intent, soul-capturing.

Feng Xuan silently reached out to touch his nose: Lord, we’re just saying, the Princess didn’t go far, she’s within your sight, and the two kept their distance.

Besides, with your skills, you can still hear what they’re saying at this distance.

But Feng Xuan didn’t dare say it out loud, fearing annihilation.

"Wanyue, have you given the dicine I gave you last ti to the Ninth Prince?"

Yun Ran blinked her eyes, looking at him with a blank face, "dicine? What dicine?"

But she observed Nangong Jue’s subtle expressions without showing it.

"Ah! I rembered! The dicine from the Imperial Garden last ti, right? I gave it to him once, he said it tasted bad and didn’t want to take it anymore."

"But I’ve been using that bottle of topical dicine on him."

During this brief exchange, Nangong Jue’s expression changed several tis, Yun Ran noticed but didn’t let it show.

Nangong Jue smiled slightly, his tone sowhat doting and helpless, "Ninth Prince really is childlike. But good dicine tastes bitter, Wanyue, how can you let Ninth Prince ss around?"

"The Crown Prince is right, I’ll have him continue taking it when I get back."

Nangong Jue asked about Nangong Mo’s recent situation, then shifted the topic with a sorrowful expression, filled with pity.

"Wanyue, I already know the truth about your marriage. You’ve been wronged."

Yun Ran rolled her eyes in her heart, her expression tinged with sadness, slowly lowering her gaze, sighing, "Perhaps, this is destiny."

"Wanyue, have you thought about what you plan to do if the Ninth Prince never gets better?"

[Of course, the plan is to heal him, then inherit his Silver! Enjoy his beauty exclusively!]

"Didn’t the Crown Prince say the dicine was a gift from a reputable sage? Wouldn’t it cure his leg? He..."

The girl’s starry eyes were like water, filled with panic, fear, anticipation, helplessness, and various emotions intertwined, presenting the image of a timid girl easily swayed.

Nangong Jue sighed, "Though it’s from a famous doctor and good dicine, Ninth Prince’s ailnt is chronic, whether he gets better depends on his fortune."

"Moreover, Ninth Prince has fought for many years, the battlefield is a place of hardship and danger, he has been injured countless tis, leaving old ailnts..."

At this, Nangong Jue’s expression turned tragic, seemingly unable to continue, after a long while, he closed his eyes, sighing deeply:

"Wanyue should plan for her future sooner rather than later."

Yun Ran appeared dazed, as if frightened, after a mont she looked at the Crown Prince and asked sowhat panickingly:

"Is the Crown Prince suggesting... that I should plot against my husband? Find an opportunity to poison Nangong Mo, then seek elsewhere?"

Nangong Jue seed startled by her words, his expression suddenly changed, "Wanyue! What nonsense are you talking? How could you have such thoughts!"

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