Chapter 251: Chapter 251

Yun Ran glanced at the trickling water in front of her, and for a moment she thought, with his skin so thick, he surely wouldn’t freeze to death, might as well kick him in.

Nangong Mo, hearing her thoughts, immediately turned his wheelchair away from the riverside with the utmost grace, "A guest is a guest, we shouldn’t keep them waiting, Lin Wanyue, hurry and come help me freshen up."

Yun Ran stared at his back, "I really want to summon a lightning strike to kill you!"

Nangong Mo’s fingers paused lightly on the wheelchair, he pursed his lips, pretending he heard nothing.

A stick of incense later, Yun Ran wheeled the freshly groomed Nangong Mo into the flower hall.

With ink-black hair and white robes, his elegance was like the moon, unparalleled in charm.

Yun Ran stealthily pinched his lower back.

[Hmph! Looking like someone who deceives everyone! In reality, just a black-hearted, shameless scoundrel, cunning bastard, beast, and bastard of a king!]

What to do with a princess who curses you in her heart all the time? Strangle her?

Using his sleeve as a cover, Nangong Mo gently squeezed her small, fair hand resting on the wheelchair, laughing softly, "Beloved consort, it’s daytime now, even if you greatly desire it, you must wait until night!"

Stunned for three seconds, Yun Ran came to her senses and kicked his wheelchair.

The wheelchair glided three zhang away, stopping before Ding’an Marquis, who had walked out upon hearing the commotion.

Ding’an Marquis looked calm, saluting, "This old official greets Prince Qin!"

Then he turned to Lin Wanyue, a fleeting light flashing in his eyes as he subtly observed her, "Greetings, Princess Qin."

Nangong Mo squinted subtly, glancing at Ding’an Marquis, spoke leisurely, "Which gust of wind has brought you, Marquis? I fear I was remiss in greeting you from afar."

Ding’an Marquis quickly bowed and saluted, "I wouldn’t dare! Your Highness is overly kind to this humble servant! I came uninvited, I hope Your Highness will pardon the intrusion!"

Nangong Mo wheeled into the flower hall, his back exuding an untainted nobility.

Ding’an Marquis glanced and hurriedly followed, "Your Highness, this humble servant has some doubts and seeks to ask the princess for guidance."

"Oh? What doubts does the Marquis have? Could I not answer them for you?"

Nangong Mo’s voice was neither hurried nor slow, indifferent yet naturally carried a sense of intimidating pressure.

Ding’an Marquis cautiously smiled along, "It concerns my son."

Nangong Mo lightly pulled his lips into a smile, seemingly amused, "The Princely Heir of Idiots?"

Ding’an Marquis: "... It is indeed my son."

"Two days ago, my son was unfortunately severely injured by someone, though it was reported to the authorities, the culprit’s whereabouts remain unknown."

"I heard from the servants at the manor that on the day of the incident, my son was preparing to visit the princess. Therefore, I bravely ask if the princess knows any information about the assailant?"

Nangong Mo raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone lazy, "Oh? The idiot got severely injured again? Is he still alive?"

Ding’an Marquis maintained a respectful and cautious demeanor, "Thank you for your concern, Your Highness, fortunately, my son’s life is not in danger."

"On the day that the Princely Heir of Idiots was beaten, the princess was with me the entire time, how could she know about the assailant?"

"Marquis, aren’t you just chasing shadows, grasping at straws in desperation?"

Nangong Mo’s voice was languid, yet faintly carried a tone of playful mockery.

Ding’an Marquis kept his face respectful and cautious, smiling along, "Is that so? It seems this humble servant was simply being overly worried."

"I ask for Your Highness’s forgiveness! This humble servant is too eager to find the culprit, hence the audacious disturbance."

Yun Ran had been quietly observing Ding’an Marquis, a bit bemused in her heart:

The idiot and Lady Zhen are both arrogant, disrespectful fools, combined they don’t even make up a whole brain.

But his father... seems like a calm and reserved person, outwardly humble, impregnable, even slightly obsequious.

Yet the more someone is , the deeper their scheming often is, everything on the surface is but a façade, to hide their truest self.

Would someone like that marry a brainless woman who loves causing trouble everywhere? And father such an idiot of a son?

Yun Ran couldn’t help but recall the bizarre dramas she’d watched before, her thoughts momentarily uncontrollable.

Suddenly realizing a gaze had fallen on her, sharp and substantial, impossible to ignore.

Yun Ran’s heart jolted, and she looked up to meet Ding’an Marquis’s gaze.

His gaze was peaceful, expression respectful, with a slight clasp of hands, humble and courteous, "Princess, my son offended you before, I offer my apologies! In the future, this humble servant will surely discipline him well."

Yun Ran tugged at the corner of her mouth, raising a polite smile, "Marquis, you overstate."

Although he quickly masked it, she still caught a glimpse of the fleeting obscurity and darkness in his eyes.

At that moment, being stared down by his gaze felt as if she was being watched by a monster from the depths of the abyss.

Vaguely, there’s a familiarity as if seen before.

Yun Ran suddenly thought of someone.

He also gave such an illusion once.

As Yun Ran was deep in thought, Ding’an Marquis had already clasped his hands in a salute, "Your Highness, Princess, I’ve disturbed you long enough, this humble servant shall now take his leave!"

Yun Ran stopped him, "Marquis, regarding the Princely Heir of Idiots being severely injured, perhaps you could investigate the rampant thieves in the city lately?"

"Thank you for the advice, Princess! I will notify the authorities immediately,"

"Moreover, the Princely Heir of Idiots, idle as he may be, loves roaming the streets and bullying others, committing all sorts of atrocious deeds!"

"Over the years, he’s made plenty of enemies, so to speak, enemies around every corner! It’s hard to say who might have beaten him! You’ll likely have quite the workload ahead of you, Marquis!"

Yun Ran observed Ding’an Marquis, but his composure remained steady, not even a hint of displeasure, his face showing no expression change at all.

He even thanked sincerely, his attitude humble, "The Princess speaks truly! It’s my failure in discipline over the years that led to his brazen behavior, offending many, I shall surely correct him from now on."

Until Ding’an Marquis’s figure faded into the distance, Yun Ran remained pondering, resting her chin on her hand.

She had disparaged the Princely Heir of Idiots in her words earlier, yet as his father, he showed not a ripple of emotion?

Does he feel no anger at all? New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮·𝙣𝙚𝙩

No matter how well a person conceals, there would still be a tiny crack of emotion showing, right?

Unless, he truly isn’t angry.

"Perhaps not his real son?"

"They don’t quite seem like father and son, too different..."

"On the contrary, he resembles the Crown Prince more..."

"Lin Wanyue, what are you mumbling about over there?"

Lost in her thoughts, Yun Ran’s forehead was suddenly tapped, and she looked up to see Nangong Mo’s infuriatingly handsome face.

He was watching her with a playful smirk, his eyes sparkling like a myriad of stars, momentarily entrancing her.

Yun Ran slapped him away, "Calamity! Stay away from me!"