Chapter 243: Chapter 243
After dinner, Yun Ran washed up as usual, then leaned against the bedhead to read a book.
Nangong Mo wheeled himself to her bedside, handed her a cup of fruit tea, and then took out a bag of walnut crisps for her.
Yun Ran, who had eaten more than him at dinner, looked at the bag of walnut crisps, and her mouth twitched slightly, "Nangong Mo, do you want me to get fat and die?"
Under the flickering candlelight, the man’s handsome face was like a painting, breathtakingly exquisite, and he nodded seriously, "Hmm, you’re too thin, it’s uncomfortable to hold you."
What did Nangong Wuchi say?!
For a moment Yun Ran wondered if she had misheard him.
It was just too hard to believe, given his current saintly, noble, and splendid image!
But he said, "Gain some weight so that you’re soft, it’s more comfortable to hold."
[Am I a bun that needs to be soft?!]
[This Nangong Scoundrel who never speaks any good!]
Yun Ran really wanted to draw her two-meter-long broadsword and give Nangong Mo’s dog head a slash!
But considering her plans for the night, she had to grit her teeth and let it go.
"Nangong Mo, it’s lucky for you that you’re a prince or else you wouldn’t have lived this long."
Nangong Mo slightly raised an eyebrow, "Hmm?"
Yun Ran ground her teeth, her voice cold, "If you were a Jianghu person, you’d get beaten to death eight times a day, your head would be smashed off!"
Upon hearing this, not only was the man not angry, he even curled his lips into a smile that could charm a nation, "Is that so? Aren’t you also a noble family’s young lady? How come you know so much about the Jianghu?"
Yun Ran, unfazed and steady-hearted, "I’ve read over ten thousand books, knowledgeable of ancient and modern times, I’m well-versed in astronomy and geography! What’s so strange about knowing things about the Jianghu?"
In response to her was a low chuckle from the man.
"So it turns out my beloved consort is so diligent and eager to learn!"
"Why not let me award you a medal one day?"
No matter how Yun Ran heard it, she felt he was mocking her. She snorted lightly, pouting, "Thank you! That won’t be necessary!"
But the man earnestly suggested, "How about, I reward you with a kiss?"
[This shameless and narcissistic man! Do you think you’re a stunning beauty?! Is anyone really that eager for your kiss?!]
Feeling utterly speechless inside, Yun Ran still revealed her two-meter-long broadsword.
She stroked the blade with one hand, her eyes coldly fixed on Nangong Mo, "A kiss? My sword says your neck is exceptionally beautiful, it wants to kiss it too!"
"My lord, what do you think?"
Here we go again... Does this lass never get tired?
Then why does she faint every time we reach a crucial moment?
Surely, she can’t be torturing me on purpose?
As thoughts spun through his mind, Nangong Mo cast a faint glance at Yun Ran’s massive sword across the bed, raising his eyebrows slightly, "Are you sure you mean ’kiss’ and not ’sever’?" The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⚑𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖⚑𝕟𝕖𝕥
Yun Ran smiled with her eyebrows curved, looking pure and harmless, "Yeah! It’s a kiss! It’s very gentle~ want to let it try?"
Try? Am I crazy? To let your sword test on my neck?
Haven’t had the wedding night, haven’t had a daughter; how could I bring about my own demise?
At this moment, he heard Yun Ran’s inner monologue:
[Half an hour before the agreed time; should I catch him by surprise and knock him out, or take advantage of him and hit his sleep acupoint? Or perhaps, just use a pack of knockout powder to make him unconscious?!]
What’s this little devil plotting again?
Forget it, I won’t give her the chance, I’ll pretend to be dizzy myself!
"I suddenly feel unwell, a bit dizzy. Let’s do the reward another day, I’ll go rest first."
Out of nowhere, hearing such words, Yun Ran snapped out of her contemplation, only to see Nangong Mo already wheeling himself away.
Yun Ran blinked, watching his back, a bit puzzled.
[I haven’t even made a move and he just obediently left on his own?]
With his back to her, Nangong Mo slightly curled his lips: Ha! Didn’t see that coming, did you? Stinky girl, I know all your wicked plans.
After Nangong Mo returned to his bed, he fell asleep in no time.
Yun Ran, hearing his steady and long breathing, was stunned and a bit incredulous.
[He actually fell asleep?!]
[Could he really be feeling dizzy and unwell?]
Feeling uneasy at heart, Yun Ran walked to his bedside, bent down, and touched his forehead, finding it cool to the touch with no fever.
[Could it be that he’s too tired?]
With this in mind, Yun Ran took his hand and felt his pulse, discovering nothing abnormal.
Nangong Mo, eyes closed, looking peacefully asleep, his tranquil face as beautiful as jade.
Oh, deceitful little lass! Always talking about wanting to ’murder’ your husband, and yet still so concerned for me?
After confirming he was alright, Yun Ran changed into night attire and quietly slipped out the window.
Nangong Mo then sat up, looked at the window, and chuckled softly, then got out of bed, changed clothes, and also slipped out the window.
When Yun Ran arrived at the meeting point, Yu Feiyin had already personally led over ten people waiting there.
"Greetings, Young Master!"
Yun Ran waved her hand, indicating they need not be formal, "Lady Yu, why did you come personally?"
"I couldn’t feel at ease with you going alone, please allow me to accompany you!"
Yun Ran thought about it, it wasn’t a big deal, even if she sent her back now, with her temperament she’d probably stealthily follow anyway.
"Alright, let’s go then."
A dozen people dressed in black night suits, executing their Qinggong to the fullest, flew across roofs and walls, traveling with the wind, heading straight for the Minister Mansion.
After several attacks on Lin Yanran, the defenses of the Minister Mansion were clearly strengthened compared to before.
Within the mansion, guards holding torches could be seen patrolling everywhere.
However, Yun Ran was quite familiar with the terrain, and they were all top-notch experts, their Qinggong was extraordinary. They deftly avoided the guards and reached the storeroom.
Yun Ran used a packet of powder to knock out the guard at the door, took out specialized lock-picking silver needles, fiddled them a bit, and easily opened several copper locks on the storeroom.
An hour later, over a dozen figures, swift as the wind, dashed through the night, each carrying a small mountain-like bag.
Yun Ran was initially supposed to carry a bag too, but her subordinates stopped her.
What a joke? Letting the Young Master carry a bag herself, are they just cabbages?
Yun Ran’s bag was snatched away by a subordinate who was two and a half meters tall, carrying a bag in each hand as if they were two little chicks.
Seeing this situation, Yun Ran thought to herself, next time when going on a heist, she doesn’t need to bring anyone else, as long as she brings him!
Yun Ran followed them to escort the bags back to Jiuzhou Music House, watching those gold and jewels go into storage with her own eyes.
She picked a bag of gold leaves, tucked it in her pocket, then ate some snacks at the Music House, and hummed a tune on her way back to the Prince Qin Mansion.
Halfway back, someone suddenly appeared blocking her path.
A solitary man wielding a spear, his posture steadfast, standing in the middle of the road.