CHAPTER 308: CHAPTER 298: I DON’T NEED THEIR AFFECTION

The bracelet smashed onto the celadon vase, both sides suffering, with shards scattered all over the ground.

Jinsi gasped, suppressing her inner fear, and walked forward shakily, "Crown Princess Consort, let this servant assist you with the medicine."

This address would make her feel a bit better, and their days might pass more smoothly, a method that never failed.

Sure enough, like a ray of light breaking through a cloudy sky, Lin Yanran’s ferocious expression slightly softened, as she thought of the gifts sent by the Crown Prince, a slow smile spread over her rash-covered face.

...

After this incident, Lin Haoran came to deeply loathe Yun Ran.

The medical hall even gifted her a cosmetics shop, which was an immense privilege!

Reputation? Does King Qin have any reputation left? Would casting yet another greedy, scheming merchant title upon him affect him at all?

She not only dared to refuse but even brazenly used confusing smoke on them!

After a discussion between Lin Haoran and Lin Qianqiu, they decided to bypass Yun Ran and directly plan to spread rumors in the capital secretly.

Saying that the medical hall had been brought as a dowry by Yun Ran to the Prince Qin Mansion and had always been managed by their people.

With this scandal, Yun Ran should have come forward to apologize to the public, but she lacked the courage and hid away.

The Minister Mansion felt that, after all, it was the Lin Family’s daughter who had done wrong, deceived the people, and hurt their feelings, and they were willing to atone for her sins by going to White Cloud Temple to burn incense, recite scriptures on their knees, bathe, and fast, to reduce this sin.

At the same time, they also prayed for King Qin, who was blind with disabled legs and hidden illnesses, hoping for his bad luck to turn to good fortune, not asking for a full recovery but just to leave a trace of his bloodline in the world.

Rumors, true or false, have been muddied since ancient times, creating a murky situation apt for fishing in troubled waters.

For this reason, Mrs. Qin also made a grand spectacle, taking the Lin Family’s female members to White Cloud Temple, the convoy swaggering through the busiest streets of the Imperial City, stirring up a clamor and lively discussion among the people.

...

Yun Ran was still unaware of these events.

In the past few days, she had basically been confined by Nangong Mo!

Every day eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating, and apart from being allowed to sunbathe in the courtyard, she wasn’t even allowed to step out of the courtyard gate!

Just like now, Yun Ran lay bored on the deck chair in the courtyard, sunbathing, holding a folding fan over her face.

In her heart, she greeted a certain scoundrel for the one hundred first time.

A gentle breeze carried the tempting aroma of roasted chicken drumsticks, Yun Ran’s eyes opened wide, climbing up, she rolled her eyes, "Hey, Nangong Scoundrel! How long are you going to confine me?"

The man sat in a wheelchair, dressed in black like a specter, his handsome face like an immortal, his brows deep and indifferent, coldly glancing at her, "Until your wound is fully healed."

"My wound is fine now, to be precise, it has healed!"

To prove it, Yun Ran lifted her hand and lightly patted her wound, "See, it doesn’t hurt at all, isn’t it healed?"

But he expressionlessly tossed a sentence, "Not a single trace, only then is it healed."

Yun Ran: "..."

[Please! That’s a sword wound, from a top-tier assassin’s sword!]

[No trace? Wouldn’t that take at least half a month to fully recover?]

[Isn’t this deliberately driving a person mad?! This dog man is doing it on purpose! Publicly and privately scheming!]

Yun Ran silently rolled her eyes at the sky, wanting to give him a kick, to show him whether she was healed or not!

Nangong Mo wheeled in front of her, placing the plate of chicken drumsticks on the small table in front of her with a cold word:

"Eat."

Yun Ran glanced dejectedly at the chicken drumstick, sighed weakly, "Without freedom, who cares for chicken drumsticks? Not eating, not eating."

"Then medicine?"

Yun Ran: "......"

[What did you say? I can’t hear you!]

Seeing Nangong Mo already wheeling away, seemingly to fetch medicine? Yun Ran immediately called out to him, "Nangong Mo, you can’t leave!"

Nangong Mo turned slightly, with an amused eyebrow, "Reluctant?"

Yun Ran: "..."

[Only a fool would be reluctant for you! You narcissist!]

"Nangong Mo, how about we each take a step back for mutual peace? How about that?"

"Oh?"

"You don’t talk about full recovery, and I won’t say going out today, let’s set it for three days, how about that? After three days, no one talks about recuperating, is that okay?"

Yun Ran finished, holding her chin with both hands, expectantly looking at him, only to see him lightly tug at the corner of his mouth, with two cold words floating in the breeze:

"Not okay."

"..."

The little stars in Yun Ran’s eyes turned into a raging fire burning towards Nangong Mo, "Nangong Mo, must you be so heartless? Can’t you reconsider?"

"Can’t."

Yun Ran: "..."

[Do you have to refuse so bluntly?! Leaving no hope for anyone!]

Yun Ran couldn’t help but snort lightly, "With this attitude, no girl will like you!"

"I don’t need their liking."

"..."

Yun Ran looked up at the sky, momentarily speechless...

Yet nearby, a low, alluring, slightly cool male voice drifted to her ears.

"A fall into the pit, a gain in your wit. After this incident, see if you’ll dare to hurt yourself again next time."

Yun Ran was stunned for a moment, couldn’t help but pucker her lips, and muttered softly, "I’ve already been confined for so long and took medicine for so many days, isn’t that punishment enough?"

"Or, change the punishment? For instance, punish me to weed? Dig a pit? Rob the rich to help the poor? Walk the dog?"

For Yun Ran’s proposal, Nangong Mo merely cast a cold glance at her, "Strike at the crucial point, the greater the pain, the deeper the lesson."

Yun Ran: "..."

[Great, this conversation’s impossible!]

Yun Ran closed her eyes, leaned back, with the fan covering her face, presenting a: ’I have ascended, do not disturb!’ appearance.