Chapter 486: Come, Sit with Me in My Wheelchair
Yun Ran’s inadvertent glance happened to catch that fleeting expression on Nangong Mo’s face, and she couldn’t help but criticize inwardly.
[What kind of expression is that, you dog man? Are you mocking me in your heart?! What? You can act, but others can’t?]
Yun Ran pulled a small dog toy from her sleeve and fiddled with it in her hand, her gaze seemingly inadvertently drifting towards him, and she squeezed the toy dog’s head fiercely.
[Hmph! Laugh if you dare, I’ll squeeze you to death!]
Nangong Mo: "..."
The man pursed his thin lips and turned towards Nangong Jue with an aristocratic and indifferent demeanor, "Does the Crown Prince think these witnesses are enough? If not, I have more."
Yun Ran immediately glanced around, her mouth twitching slightly.
[More?! How many people did this guy bring? No, how many handsome and imposing guards does he have?!]
Nangong Jue pressed his lips together, remaining silent, though his expression showed little change, his hand was clenched somewhat tightly.
But Nangong Ning couldn’t control her anger, glaring at Nangong Mo and yelling, "Why? Those are your lapdogs; of course, they listen to you!"
Then she turned to the Empress Dowager, "Imperial grandmother, how can their words..."
"Enough! You’ve made enough of a scene!"
The Empress Dowager directly reprimanded Nangong Ning, her face serious as she said in a deep voice, "Although you failed to harm, your intention is punishable. I punish you to three months of confinement, copying scriptures every day, to reflect on yourself."
"What? Three months? You might as well just kill me!"
"Then drag her out for fifty lashes, then confine her."
"???"
Nangong Ning was dumbfounded at hearing this, her eyes wide, mouth agape, as if turned to stone.
Nangong Jue’s gaze darkened slightly, speaking in appeal, "Imperial Grandmother, please reconsider."
Nangong Mo lazily stretched, speaking unhurriedly, "A body full of wounds certainly hurts the eyes."
Nangong Ning snapped back to reality upon hearing someone call her ugly, shouting angrily, "Hurts your eyes? Can a blind man see? You blind bat, it hurts your grandpa!"
"Ning’er!"
Nangong Jue frowned, scolding the overly agitated Nangong Ning. The Empress Dowager was too tired to spare her another glance, gently asking Nangong Mo, "Then what does Jiulang suggest as a punishment?"
"What? Letting him decide? Why? That’s not fair!"
Even Nangong Ning knew that if Nangong Mo were to decide, he would definitely take the opportunity for revenge, to take personal revenge and make her suffer!
Unfortunately, no one paid her any mind.
The Empress Dowager looked at Nangong Mo with a kind and gentle gaze, "Jiulang, what do you say?"
Nangong Mo raised an eyebrow slightly, his manner languid and noble, "Doesn’t she like playing in the snow? A gentleman always helps others fulfill their wishes."
"Why don’t we build her into a snowman and leave her here? She’ll return to confinement and scripture copying when the snow melts."
With those words, everything went silent.
Everyone looked at that man of unparalleled grace and stunning beauty, momentarily forgetting how to speak.
Yun Ran raised her hand to brush aside the hair from her forehead and let out a soft breath.
[Sounds like it could be fun? How come I didn’t think of that?]
[But come to think of it, even if I had thought of it, I couldn’t say it!]
[Hmm, maybe I should try burying him when we get back, haha... just thinking about it excites me!]
Nangong Mo’s fingers lightly paused on the wheelchair as his lips pressed together slightly; he heard nothing!
Nangong Jue was the first to recover, slightly furrowing his brows as he looked at Nangong Mo, "Ninth Prince, this is no time for fooling around; don’t joke."
Nangong Mo only let out a light snort, with a chilly tone asked, "Does the Crown Prince want to bury her himself? Or should I have someone do it?"
Nangong Jue: "..."
He is indeed so... obnoxious!
Nangong Ning had been shocked many times today! Finally snapping back, because she was held by two palace maids, she couldn’t rush forward to ’argue’ and could only kick her legs and curse:
"You sinister, perverted cripple! Blind fool! How dare you say to make this princess a snowman? Damn your great-grandfather’s crap! I won’t let it go with you!
The Empress Dowager gave her a glance, and one of the palace maids immediately raised her hand and pressed Nangong Ning’s Mute Acupoint.
The world instantly became peaceful.
However, Nangong Ning continued kicking her legs silently cursing, looking very agitated.
The Empress Dowager glanced at her lightly and said:
"Earlier, you wanted to push little Yue into the lake, showing your malicious intent. However, they show kindness with merely a small punishment and major warning. Reflect well in the snowy ground, and avoid harboring harmful thoughts in the future. Remember, those who play with fire will get burned."
Nangong Ning looked shocked and furious, eyes wide with disbelief that the Empress Dowager really listened to that cripple, wanting to make her a snowman?!
She wanted to seek help from Nangong Jue, but Nangong Mo lifted his hand slightly, and twelve black-clad shadow guards seemed to appear like ghosts around her, surrounding her.
Nangong Ning: "!!!"
Perhaps overwhelmed with anger and panic, Nangong Ning’s eyes rolled back, and she fainted.
Shadow Guard No. 1 turned his head towards Nangong Mo, "Master?"
The person is unconscious; should we still bury her?
A lazy voice floated in with the wind, "Press her philtrum, wake her up, then bury her."
"Yes!"
Nangong Jue suddenly turned around, suppressing his anger, saying in a deep voice, "Ninth Prince, one should be forgiving where possible, being human, don’t be excessive."
A cold laugh, dissolving into the sky full of wind and snow, carried a chilling impact on the soul.
"No matter who it is, anyone who wants to harm this prince’s princess must pay the price."
Nangong Jue’s eyes slightly widened, staring at the man seated in the wheelchair, unrivaled in grace, nobility as if a celestial from a painting, yet exuding a murderous intent that could shake mountains and rivers.
Nangong Jue slightly narrowed his eyes, as if trying to see through him.
But Nangong Mo suddenly turned sideways, gesturing in the opposite direction, "Lin Wanyue, come over."
Standing in the opposite direction, Yun Ran: "..."
[Dog man... acts like he’s really something... I despise you!]
"Why are you calling me?"
"Didn’t you sprain your ankle? Can you still walk?"
"..."
Yun Ran silently rolled her eyes inwardly: [You know I’m ’sprained ankle’ can’t walk, still calling me over? Trying to expose me, huh?]
Then she saw him pretend to determine her direction before rolling his wheelchair to her, patting the seat and saying:
"Come over, you can have half of master’s wheelchair."
Yun Ran: "......"
