3059 Holy Son, You Have Good Taste
Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao looked at Holy Son Miyan with an apathetic expression. “Who are you?”
This young lady’s act was impressively convincing. She played it so seriously that it seemed like the truth.
Holy Son Miyan was visibly taken aback by the stoic demeanor of this young lady and automatically asked suspiciously, “You, you? Aren’t you Miss Qiao?”
“Nonsense, you rascal!” The young lady’s petite face remained cold as she said indifferently, “Don’t come claiming any kinship! I don’t know you at all!”
Holy Son Miyan glanced at Crown Prince Mo, then looked at Duan Yue and Mu Xingchen in confusion. “You’re the one spouting nonsense! Do you think I’m stupid? Your stoic face remains unchanged wherever you go. Do you think others can’t recognize you?”
Qiao Mu: !
She swiftly turned to her Hubby. Her petite face maintained its rigidity as she inquired in a serious tone, “Is that true?”
The corners of Mo Lian’s lips curled up slightly. It was challenging for him to contain his amusement, so he nodded. “Yes.”
Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao subconsciously rubbed her face, feeling a bit melancholic and distressed.
This was utterly perplexing. So that was the reason?
The only explanation for Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao always being spotted was simply because her petite face was stoic?
Stoic? Was paralysis genuinely that easy to recognize?
The young lady looked at the Crown Prince with puzzlement before shifting her gaze to Duan Yue, who was struggling to hold back his laughter. She then turned to Holy Son Miyan and remarked, “Holy Son, you still have good taste.”
His Excellency the Holy Son: …
“Why in the world do I feel an inexplicable urge to burst into simpering smiles?”
This kid must be out of his mind!
Even after being exposed, he continued with such comical remarks.
Qiao Mu felt a bit defeated too. If she had the choice, she really wouldn’t want to converse with the Holy Son right then.
Having her identity revealed at any moment was not a pleasant experience.
“Ahem, ahem.” Mu Xingchen quickly stepped forward, attempting to defuse the situation for his Little Sister. “By the way, Holy Son, have you seen our other teammates?”
Everyone: …
Mu Xingchen let out a muffled cough and added, “In that case, let’s all rest here for three days as suggested by the Holy Son.”
“Very well.” His Excellency the Holy Son nodded, then turned to look at Qiao Mu’s expressionless petite face. “Girl Qiaoqiao, what happened to you? Why did you end up like this?”
Qiao Mu sighed. “It’s a long story. You guys should go and rest first.”
Who’s going to tell you? Who’s going to tell you you’re the one acting foolish!
Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao scoffed inwardly.
Mo Lian couldn’t help but chuckle and turn his head around. He found the little fellow’s aged appearance particularly amusing.
Indeed, Holy Son Miyan and company were exhausted. They nodded upon hearing this. Luckily, this place was initially a temporary gathering spot for the aborigines. Many tents had been set up, and they hadn’t bothered to tidy up before leaving.
Consequently, the Holy Son and his company found a place to stay.
Qiao Mu observed as Holy Son Miyan and the others entered their assigned yurts before turning to Mo Lian. “Do you think he’s putting on an act?”
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