"Prince Qin, you must not believe one-sided words. No one here has hit her; instead, she’s the one who hit others."
"Exactly! The evidence is overwhelming. She not only injured two people but also poisoned many others. Look at him, him, and him; they are all evidence!"
"These are all thanks to her!"
The dozen or so people who were either hurt or bleeding stretched their necks forward, humming slightly, almost as if to say: Look, evidence, that’s !
Nangong Mo glanced indifferently over those people, his thin lips curving into a casual mock, "This prince’s eyes cannot see, so I can’t see your so-called evidence."
"This prince trusts my princess, not you."
Everyone: "?!..."
Upon hearing these words, everyone was montarily stunned, instinctively wanting to refute, but finding themselves speechless?
He is indeed blind and can’t see.
Between his wife and outsiders, trusting his wife is understandable.
Wait a minute!
You can’t see, but are the hundred plus guards behind you also blind?
As people were about to retort, the hundred-plus guards in black uniforms turned their heads simultaneously, expressionless, their gazes as sharp as ice blades.
Everyone shivered inwardly, chilled to the core by those hundreds of eyes staring at them.
The leading man in black said coldly, "Who has objections? Co over and speak."
Everyone: "..."
Go over? Will they ever co back if they go over?
Those are battlefield gods of slaughter! Which among them hasn’t killed countless people? Killing is as easy as cutting vegetables for them, a group of desperate n!
Just considering whether to argue so more, they saw Yun Ran looking over at them, "You people really have wicked hearts!"
"Clearly, it’s your own lack of virtue! You’ve done too many outrageous things that even the heavens can’t watch!"
"As the saying goes, you can’t live by committing misdeeds. Now that you’re unlucky, you want to slander good people?"
"You say I poisoned others; where’s the evidence? Show it! Without evidence, don’t spout nonsense here!"
"..."
Everyone fell silent after hearing this.
Firstly, they indeed couldn’t produce evidence, but strongly suspected it’s her doing!
Secondly, the Cold-faced Evil God arrived with a group of fearless people, even if they presented evidence, they couldn’t beat them!
This realization suddenly felt a bit depressing!
Suddenly, the distant sound of galloping horses approached, and everyone turned to see, a team of riders racing towards them, led by Nangong Jue.
Lin Yanran’s eyes lit up, her heart overwheld with endless joy.
Lin Yanran quickly turned around to nervously and swiftly tidy her hair and clothes.
Everyone rushed forward to greet the Crown Prince, who was accompanied by Yun Luo and so military leaders, as well as Xiao Mohan siblings and several envoys from Beili.
One person couldn’t resist complaining to the Crown Prince, speaking while cautiously glancing at Nangong Mo and the guards behind him.
Nangong Jue listened and only slightly frowned, neither comnting nor saying much, before he walked towards Nangong Mo.
His expression warm, eyes smiling, like a benevolent brother:
"Ninth Brother, you’re here too!"
"I originally intended to send soone to invite you, but feared you dislike such occasions and dismissed the idea after much thought. I didn’t expect you’d co; I’m glad."
Nangong Mo faced him coldly, asking seriously, "Oh? How glad?"
Nangong Jue: "..."
Yun Ran: [He’s just being polite; do you really think he’s glad to see you? It’s fortunate he doesn’t want to twist your head off!]
Nangong Mo’s gaze shifted, his eyes coldly glancing at Yun Ran.
Not only does she want to twist his head off herself, but she wants others to do it too!
Nangong Jue also looked at Yun Ran, his gentle face displaying a smile like a warm spring breeze, "Wanyue, you’re here too!"
"If I rember correctly, this is your first ti at the hunting ground. You’ve always rejected my invitations; I thought you disliked hunting."
Nangong Mo’s brows furrowed slightly, his cold eyes narrowing, glancing silently at the Crown Prince.
Reminiscing? Thinking of the past? Hah! Does he think she’s familiar with him?
"She ca not because she likes hunting but because this prince is here."
This cold, arrogant voice made Yun Ran secretly roll her eyes in her heart.
[Look at his earnest expression as if it’s true! Doesn’t he see who ca first? How does he have the nerve to say this?]
Nangong Jue laughed lightly, "Really? Ninth Brother and Wanyue truly share a deep bond, envying others."
"But, I heard Wanyue arrived at the hunting ground first?"
"I thought Ninth Brother couldn’t bear the pain of separation and followed her to the hunting ground!"
Yun Ran silently turned her face aside: [See, speaking nonsense got you exposed imdiately, isn’t it awkward?]
Nangong Mo: "..."
What’s there to feel awkward about? Ungrateful, siding-with-outside dead girl!
With a cold snort in his heart, Nangong Mo was about to speak when Yun Ran unexpectedly spoke first.
She smiled at the Crown Prince, her expression sincere and natural, as if it were true.
"Your Highness Crown Prince might not know, my riding skills have slightly improved recently, so I thought to compete with Weixi, thus I abandoned the carriage and rode here and naturally arrived before the Prince."
Yun Ran’s answer made Nangong Jue’s smile montarily stiffen, a ghostly flash disappearing instantly, almost illusionary.
"Oh, is it so! I wronged it!"
"Since Wanyue’s riding skills have greatly improved, you must show off at the hunting ground, strive to take the lead."
After quietly touching up her makeup, Lin Yanran joyfully searched for the Crown Prince in the crowd, only to see him and Yun Ran ’gazing at each other, laughing together, enjoying a cheerful conversation’.
Her heart felt as if drenched in bitter water, the shyness and joy in her eyes and brows instantly vanished.
They haven’t t for many days!
Though restrained by customs and etiquette, there’s no harm in eting and speaking a few words here at the hunting ground, right?
But his first move wasn’t to find her! Instead, he looked for Lin Wanyue, the jinx!
Could he still be holding her in his heart?
Nangong Mo is like this; he is also like this. Why? What right does Lin Wanyue have?
Lin Yanran suppressed the fury and jealousy rising in her heart, gracefully approaching Nangong Jue, bowing, "Yan’er greets Your Highness Crown Prince."
Her voice was so tender it seed to drip water. Yun Ran silently rubbed her arm, sneakily watching Nangong Mo’s expression.
Seeing him sitting there, his deanor as cold and noble as ever, without a proper glance at Lin Yanran.
[Hmph! Your performance is satisfactory! If you dare stare at her, I’ll gouge your eyes out later!]
Nangong Mo subtly curved his lips,
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