Yun Ran’s body swayed, and she took a step back. The panic on her face intensified, and her already fair face turned pale, devoid of any color.
"Crown Prince, I, I, I... Did I say sothing wrong..."
Nangong Jue, seeing that she was quite frightened, softened his expression and tone, speaking earnestly:
"Wanyue, it’s not my intention to scare you. However, your words were too rebellious. If others heard them, I’m afraid your little life would be in danger."
Yun Ran looked at him, her face pale, twisting her sleeves with both hands, looking speechless and frightened.
"Just speak such words in front of , but don’t ntion them to others. This ti, I’ll pretend I didn’t hear it, understood?"
Yun Ran nodded quickly, "I understand!"
"Don’t be afraid, I won’t tell anyone."
Nangong Jue reached out his hand, seemingly wanting to pat her shoulder to comfort her. Yun Ran stepped aside gracefully, dodging his hand while giving a bow.
"Thank you, Crown Prince! Wanyue will be more careful in the future."
Nangong Jue’s expression stiffened montarily but he casually withdrew his hand, "Hmm. I heard Father sent soone to teach you palace etiquette? How have the lessons been going these days?"
Yun Ran: "..."
Have I been constantly taking leave?
Actually, I was planning to continue taking leave today...
Perhaps Nangong Jue thought she wasn’t learning well, so he smiled slightly, "Nanny Wan is a female official in the palace, with deep experience, though she’s a bit strict and not very personable."
"But Wanyue doesn’t need to worry. I can manage to say a few words in front of her. I’ll go and talk to her later to ask her to be more lenient with Wanyue."
Yun Ran bowed towards him, "In that case, I’ll have to trouble you, Crown Prince."
After exchanging a few more pleasantries, the Crown Prince inquired about Nanny Wan’s residence in the mansion, then glanced at Nangong Mo, who was sitting in the sun with his back to the pavilion like a perfect statue in the distance,
and chuckled lightly, "The Ninth Prince must be getting impatient, Wanyue, go quickly to keep him company."
...
anwhile, in the small courtyard, Lu Qiao was complaining:
"We’ve been in the mansion for several days, and we haven’t even seen a ghost, let alone attend classes."
"On the first day, it was said that the mansion was disturbed by assassins, disturbing sleep. We live on the sa grounds, but only she was disturbed? So delicate!"
"Then she said she was sleepy in the afternoon and needed a nap. What was she doing all morning?"
"Either she’s going out and too busy for lessons, or even if she’s ho, she has friends visiting and no ti."
"I’ve never seen such a delicate, pretentious woman!"
Hong Luan, having been trapped in the woodshed for several days and stewing in frustration, could not help but interject sarcastically while listening to Lu Qiao’s complaints.
"Bla it on her good fortune! Born delicate and fragile, attracting pity, and married to a man who spoils her like a precious treasure, afraid she’ll get hurt or lt."
That day, she rely fell in front of her, which was turned into alarming the Princess, leading to her punishnt in the woodshed for reflection.
Is she that fragile? Does her falling scare her?
Lan Yi, sitting by the window embroidering a fan with a blooming flower design, suddenly set it down and swiftly ran out.
Everyone was stunned, and then they heard Lan Yi’s gentle, shy but undisguised tone of delight:
"Lan Yi greets the Crown Prince! How co you are here, Crown Prince?"
...
When Yun Ran returned to Nangong Mo’s side, she almost thought she saw an ice sculpture.
Yes.
All over emitting cool air, his stunningly handso face chilling and silent, even a fluttering moth flying up would be frozen.
Yun Ran blinked, almost wanting to laugh, "Lord, have you beco the Ice Immortal now?"
The man looked at her with calm eyes, his voice as chilly as his expression, "Yes, to freeze you first."
Yun Ran: "..."
Did she offend him again?
"Speaking of which, to beco immortal, one must first overco tribulations. When did you experience the tribulation? Why didn’t I see you get struck by lightning?"
Nangong Mo: "..."
"Why don’t you cultivate a bit more and face another tribulation? I’d love to see how you get struck by lightning."
Nangong Mo: "..."
Suppressing the urge to strangle her, the man gave a cold humph, using his chin to gesture at her, "What were you and the Crown Prince talking about?"
Seeing his awkward expression, Yun Ran’s eyes held a mischievous glint, and she leaned forward to say earnestly:
"He said he’s going to send you a hundred beauties, have you indulge nightly, lost in tenderness!"
"Then, the Historian would docunt you as Tianchu’s most extravagant, indulgent playboy prince, condemned by all and infamous forever!"
Nangong Mo: "..."
This... scoundrel!
The man tugged at his stiff lips, sneering, "Beauties? Why bother? Aren’t there a few presently in the mansion?"
"Though blinded and unable to see, their voices sound tender and attentive, must be so beauties among them."
Yun Ran’s beautiful eyes narrowed, sending a cool glance his way, asking him sinisterly, "You can recognize beauties by sound?"
"What’s so hard about that?"
The man raised an eyebrow, his face full of pride, and a smug smile on his lips, "I’ve seen plenty of beauties, naturally I’ve learned."
Yun Ran: "..."
"Listening to my consort’s voice, must be a sharp-tongued, fierce, cunning, unscrupulous, barbaric woman!"
Yun Ran: "..."
[Should I poison him mute, or just poison him to death?]
"Nangong Scoundrel, from today, if you dare get within three ters of my bed, I’ll smash your head with a brick!"
Nangong Mo: "... I was wrong."
"Heh... Too late!"
"Lin Wanyue, just now I..."
"Not listening, not listening, a turtle chanting!"
"..."
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