My Highness Hears My Thoughts, And Still Plays Along Chapter 485: The Prettiest Boss on the Mountain

Yun Ran silently glanced at Nangong Mo and suddenly had so doubts:

[Speaking of which, the Crown Prince always seems to want to find an opportunity to kill him. Could it be because of his mouth... He talks too annoyingly, doesn’t he??]

Upon receiving her glance, the man let out an almost imperceptible cold snort, slightly raised his chin, and his expression and deanor resembled a deity of the Yunque Heavenly Palace, noble and haughty.

Yun Ran: "..."

[Truly, one cannot judge by appearances... My charming ancestor indeed wasn’t lying!]

Nangong Jue had already restrained his outward emotions and glanced at the trembling little palace maid standing nearby, suddenly speaking, "You have always been by the Princess’s side, so you should be very clear about what happened. Tell us."

"Ah?" The little palace maid looked up in astonishnt, sowhat panic-stricken, "I-I, maid..."

Nangong Ning also suddenly reacted, urging urgently, "Quick! Tell them I didn’t push her! She tripped over ! Quickly prove my innocence!"

The little palace maid: "..."

The little palace maid opened her mouth but found herself in a dilemma. The princess not only intended to push Princess Qin but also wanted to drag Prince Qin down with her. But, can this be said?

If she says it, she’ll be skinned alive by the princess...

But if she lies against her conscience... The consequences of offending Prince Qin...

The little palace maid involuntarily shivered and then heard the Crown Prince’s slightly impatient voice, "As the eyewitness to this matter, aren’t you going to truthfully state what you saw and heard?"

Those words clearly contained a warning, and the so-called ’truthfully’ made one ponder deeply.

"The Princess, she..."

The little palace maid dared not openly defy the Crown Prince, and just as she mustered the courage to testify against her better judgnt, she suddenly heard a cold sneer in the wind, scaring her into a shiver, and she stamred, "She, she actually..."

Nangong Jue frowned in displeasure, turning to look at Nangong Mo, "Ninth Prince, do you have sothing to say?"

"Need witnesses, do you?"

Nangong Mo lazily raised an eyebrow, snapped his fingers, and the next instant, only heard the sound of wind slicing through, and suddenly, more than a dozen figures appeared in the snow.

Clad in black attire, with upright postures and handso faces, their eyes sharp, swords at their waists, they stood lined up with formidable killing intent.

They raised their hands to salute, their actions uniform, voices like a dragon’s roar, sonorous and powerful:

"We subordinates can prove that what the prince said is true, the princess intended to harm the princess, please, Empress Dowager, examine thoroughly."

This scene was like a sudden thunderbolt, leaving everyone present sowhat dumbfounded.

The Empress Dowager, after a brief mont of disbelief, nodded with so gratification, with an expression of pride apparent. As if to say: As expected of my good grandson!

Nangong Jue slightly narrowed his eyes, his expression not changing much, but the hand behind him clenched into a fist.

No wonder the assassination attempts on him failed so many tis! Even coming to the palace, just strolling in the Imperial Garden, he had to bring so many Shadow Guards!

No, these people might only be part of them.

Heh! Indeed, such a cherisher of life!

Yun Ran blinked her eyes and counted carefully, not one more, not one less, exactly twelve.

[Speechless while gazing at the sky... Is he assembling the twelve zodiac guardians or what? But speaking of which, even his subordinates are good-looking!]

[Not just good-looking, but also imposing! If he were to bring a hundred or more people to rob...]

[Just standing there, the aura, the formation, ahhh, just thinking about it is exciting! Then I would be the most stunning bandit leader on the whole mountain!]

Nangong Mo’s mouth twitched slightly, glancing at Yun Ran without a trace.

Contrary to her indulgent and enthusiastic tone, her expression was gentle and sweet, her deanor elegant and tranquil, really like a lady of a noble family, an aristocratic young lady, flawless.

Nangong Mo raised his hand to his forehead, silently speechless, this... little rascal! How can she manage to be so double-faced and do it with such ease and not give away the slightest clue?!