The next morning, in the garden pavilion.
Yun Ran leaned listlessly against the railing feeding fish, tossing a handful of fish food, watching the fish scramble for it, feeling both bored and amused.
At this mont, Ying Yue approached, "Princess, Miss Shen is here."
Yun Ran turned around to look and saw nothing behind Ying Yue, which sparked her curiosity, "Where is she?"
Ying Yue’s expression was sowhat hard to describe, as she pointed a finger towards the sky outside the pavilion.
Yun Ran was taken aback, blinking her eyes, "In the sky?"
Ying Yue swallowed with difficulty, "...Yes!"
The next mont, Shen Weixi’s voice floated down from the sky, exceptionally loud:
"Yue’er, I’m here! Yue’er, I’ve co to see you!"
Yun Ran walked out of the pavilion and looked up.
Shen Weixi was hovering in mid-air, with a pair of massive wings on her back, the feathers fluttering with the wind...
Yun Ran: "..."
[What kind of style is this?]
Yun Ran reached out and pinched her slightly stiff face, "Weixi, what’s going on with you?"
Shen Weixi scratched her head sowhat awkwardly, "Well, it’s just that your family’s dog is too fierce, and I had no choice but to... ahem! resort to this last resort..."
Although her Qinggong skills were decent, she needed a foothold to balance, and couldn’t stay mid-air for long.
Relying on these wings made it different.
Yun Ran expressed understanding; for soone afraid of dogs, seeing one is like seeing a ghost...
But at the sa ti, she couldn’t help but want to laugh.
Look at what she’s been driven to!
"Weixi, co down, the dog isn’t here, you..."
"Woof woof—"
Before Yun Ran could finish, two barks ca from afar, loud and full of energy!
The dog dashed towards the pavilion like a bolt of white lightning.
Shen Weixi wobbled in the air, wings and all, "Yue’er, the dog, the dog is coming again!"
Yun Ran saw it was not just the dog but also Nangong Mo approaching.
The dog stood at an angle below Shen Weixi, head held high, barking at her, "Woof—woof woof—"
Shen Weixi grimaced down at it from mid-air, "Bark! Bark! Co here if you have the guts!"
"Woof—"
"Woof—Woof your head!"
Yun Ran: "..."
A trace of confusion flashed across Nangong Mo’s matchless handso face, "I seem to hear Miss Shen’s voice coming from the sky? What’s going on?"
Yun Ran promptly rolled her eyes at him:
[Dog man! Such an actor!]
Shen Weixi cupped her hands in the air, "Prince Qin, please forgive my discourtesy! This dog is truly frightening, so I can only hide in the sky."
"Is that so?"
"Bai, go play."
"Woof—"
The dog seed unwilling to leave, running to Nangong Mo’s feet, wagging its tail, acting cute and begging for attention.
Yun Ran silently rolled her eyes, walked over, "Nangong Mo, take it away with you."
Nangong Mo: "..."
The man pursed his lips, looking sowhat innocent, "Does the prince also need to leave?"
"This dog is too attached to you! It definitely won’t leave while you’re here. Look at how scared Weixi is! So, Your Highness, I’d trouble you with this!"
After Yun Ran spoke, she bent down close to his face, switching from her earlier sweet gentleness to a cool gaze, whispering through gritted teeth:
"Hurry and take your dog to a cooler place, or else, I’ll twist off its head."
Nangong Mo: "..."
Despite Nangong Mo’s hundredfold reluctance and grievance, he could only silently leave with his dog.
Yun Ran watched the harmonious yet lonely backs of the man and dog, struggling hard to hold back her laughter.
"Weixi, the dog’s gone, co down now."
Shen Weixi only descended from the air after seeing the dog had gone far, pointing at her wings for Yun Ran to see.
"Yue’er, what do you think? I rushed to make these overnight just for today!"
Because that day Yun Ran had fainted, Shen Weixi couldn’t rest assured and wanted to visit Prince Qin Mansion but was terribly afraid of the dog.
After racking her brains for a long ti, she finally ca up with this idea, and it took rushing day and night to make these wings in ti.
It truly was a struggle for her.
The two sat in the pavilion chatting idly, with Shen Weixi telling many interesting stories and ntioning that the Empress Dowager’s birthday was approaching, and many Vassal Kings would be coming to the capital for celebrations.
At that ti, the capital would be very lively, and Shen Weixi invited Yun Ran to join her for the occasion.
However, Yun Ran noticed Shen Weixi ntioning Prince Jiangling, recalling what the Crown Prince had said that day.
If it weren’t for Princess Jiangling’s tily discovery and self-sacrificial rescue, perhaps Nangong Mo too would have perished in that great fire.
She couldn’t help but ask more about this Prince Jiangling.
"Prince Jiangling finds joy in the mountains and rivers, caring not for official affairs; he’s recognized as the carefree prince in our dynasty, and an extrely affectionate handso man!"
"Princess Jiangling passed away many years ago, yet he has never remarried, and his household is empty. He only has one Little Princess, born by the late Princess."
"By the way, it’s heard that these years he’s had occasional interactions with Prince Qin. You’ll surely get to see him when he visits the capital."
Yun Ran smiled and nodded, "Such an affectionate man is rare in the world; I must take a good look at him when the ti cos."
Certain prince had been petting a dog and enjoying the scenery behind the rockery; his face turned black upon hearing this.
What’s so interesting about that old Prince Jiangling?
Want to see an affectionate handso man?
Isn’t he affectionate enough? Isn’t he handso enough?
The dog opened its mouth silently, not daring to bark, looking quite aggrieved.
After finishing the discussion about Prince Jiangling, Shen Weixi changed the topic, "Yue’er, Mrs. Bai’s morial day is in a few days; I’ll accompany you to West Mountain to pay respects then."
Yun Ran was taken aback, and after a long pause, nodded, "Alright."
When Lin Wanyue was very young, her mother was already gone, and Lin Wanyue couldn’t even recall her appearance.
There was only a very vague image in her mory.
And there was never a portrait of her found in the mansion.
The mories of her mother were distant and blurred.
But every year, Lin Wanyue would go to West Mountain to pay respects.
Nangong Mo silently left from behind the rockery.
The dog stealthily followed behind him.
The man and the dog moved in perfect harmony, making no sound, coming and going undetected.
Nangong Mo imdiately ordered people to prepare the items needed for the morial service in a few days.
That night, he found an opportunity to speak seemingly casually:
"Lin Wanyue, your mother’s morial day is in a few days. I’ve asked people to prepare for the morial; would you like Prince to accompany you?"
Upon hearing this, Yun Ran narrowed her starry eyes, looking at him with suspicion, "Nangong Wuchi, were you eavesdropping on sowhere again?"
The man’s face didn’t turn red, nor did his heart race, looking calm and composed, "Prince didn’t."
Yun Ran didn’t believe his nonsense, directly giving him a roll of her eyes along with:
"You’re not allowed to go."
"Why?"
Yun Ran looked at him coolly, "I’m still angry! Maybe after your leg is healed, I’ll just divorce you. You still want to take you to et the parents? Keep dreaming!"
Nangong Mo: "..."
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