CHAPTER 324: CHAPTER 309: HOW CAN THAT BRAT OUTDO HIS ACT?

Nangong Mo’s appearance instantly became the focal point of everyone’s attention, with countless gazes converging upon him.

The setting sun dyed half the sky red, and in the distance, green mountains stretched endlessly with the vast sky serving as a backdrop. His black hair and white clothes exuded elegance as he sat quietly, pushed by a man with a stern face in a wheelchair.

On both sides were over a hundred guards in black uniforms, tall and handsome, with sharp eyes, swords at their waists, and longbows hanging from their arms. Their aura was imposing and awe-inspiring.

Among the crowd, people whispered:

"With this array... is he here to hunt or to fight?"

"Hush! Didn’t General Lin just get shot with an arrow? Even though the King Qin is crippled now, his fierce reputation precedes him: unpredictable, volatile, often ignoring imperial edicts. We better be careful."

"That’s true. He’s already fallen to such a state, crippled, without military power, and no chance for the throne. He’s got nothing to lose now, like a barefooted one who’s not afraid of those with shoes."

"With his past military achievements and standing among the people, without major fault, the emperor can’t openly do much against him. Let’s keep our distance."

Under the gaze of all, Nangong Mo’s entourage passed through the throng and arrived before Yun Ran.

As they passed by Lin Haoran, Nangong Mo paused, his expression as chilly as winter wind, "If you dare provoke my princess consort again, don’t blame me for being merciless."

Lin Yanran sharply turned her gaze towards Nangong Mo upon hearing this, feeling a tumult of emotions, uncertain whether she was angry or something else?

Did he think that this time was already showing mercy?!

Lin Wanyue remained unscathed, her brother hadn’t even touched her clothes, yet his subordinate shot an arrow through his arm!

Is this called showing mercy?

Lin Yanran endured and endured, unable to suppress the mix of anger and resentment in her heart.

"Your Highness, Prince Qin, you weren’t present earlier and don’t know the events and truth. It wasn’t my brother who started it, it was sister who first attacked Zhu’er, and then..."

Before she could finish, Nangong Mo coldly interrupted her.

"I don’t need to know these things. I only know that anyone who bullies my princess consort shall not be lightly spared."

Lin Yanran: "?!?"

What? Does he mean to say that right and wrong don’t matter at all? Even if Lin Wanyue is wrong, others can’t do anything to her?

Is he protecting her that much? Cares for her that much?

All sorts of emotions welled up in her heart, mostly jealousy and unwillingness.

But Nangong Mo didn’t spare her another glance; he was already before Yun Ran, gently holding her hand, his tone excessively gentle, "Were you frightened? It’s my fault for being late and letting my beloved consort be startled."

Yun Ran: "..."

[Seriously?! What’s up with that face about to melt from tenderness?! What the hell is this bastard up to?!]

After thinking it over, Yun Ran felt that he just wanted to play the role of a deeply affectionate man in front of everyone, just like the rumors about King Qin pampering his consort in the streets.

Although her heart was rolling her eyes, her face displayed a look of extreme fear. She grabbed his sleeve with a trembling voice and said:

"Prince, thank goodness you arrived just in time! I was almost scared to death just now!"

"They were terrifying! They cursed me, laughed at me, and even wanted to hit me!"

"If you had come any later, who knows... I might not be here anymore..."

Saying this with sadness, Yun Ran even reached out her fingers to wipe away non-existent tears at the corner of her eyes.

Nangong Mo: "..."

This dead girl is even better at acting than him?

Everyone watched this scene, dumbfounded, almost unable to believe their eyes and ears.

Was that weeping beauty, unable to stop crying seriously?!

Who just threw an egg and knocked out two of someone’s teeth?!

And who just kicked a grown man seven or eight meters away, making him spit several mouths full of blood?!

Now she says she’s scared?! Says she’s almost scared to death?!

Clearly, it was others who were scared to death, wasn’t it?! If she were to die, it could only be from exhaustion from beating others to death!

But Nangong Mo seemed to believe it wholeheartedly, his eyes as void and icy as those of a blind man sweeping over everyone like the arrival of the grim reaper, seemingly choosing whom to take away.

Everyone felt a jolt to their hearts under his gaze, chills shooting from their feet to their bodies, making them shiver with cold.

"Your Highness, Prince Qin, you can’t just believe one side of the story. No one here hit her; rather, she hit others."

"Exactly! The evidence is irrefutable. She not only injured two people but also poisoned many. Look, he, he, and he, they’re all evidence!"

"They’re all due to her actions!"

The dozen or so people, either hurting here or bleeding there, stretched their necks forward, muttering two words, almost saying straight out: Look, evidence, that’s me!

Nangong Mo’s gaze swept indifferently over those people, his lips curling in a carefree mocking smile, "I cannot see, so I can’t see your so-called evidence."

"Should I not believe my own princess consort, but believe you instead?"

Everyone: "?!..."

Upon hearing these words, everyone was dumbfounded and instinctively wanted to refute, but found they couldn’t?

He indeed is blind and cannot see.

Between a wife and outsiders, trusting the wife makes sense.

Wait!

You can’t see, but are all the hundred or so guards behind you blind too?

Just as everyone wanted to question that, the hundred or so black-clothed guards turned to look at them in unison, expressionless, their gazes like icy blades.

Everyone shivered inside, chilled to the bone by those hundreds of eyes.

The leading man in black coldly said, "Who has objections? Come over and speak."

Everyone: "..."

Go over? Would they still come back alive if they did?

These are battle-hardened gods of death! Who among them isn’t a mass murderer? Killing is like cutting vegetables for them, a gang of daredevils!

While debating whether to argue further, Yun Ran looked over at them, "You people, how wicked-hearted you are!"

"Clearly, it’s your own lack of virtue! Doing so many heartless things that even heaven couldn’t bear to watch!"

"As the saying goes, ’Heaven’s retribution is unavoidable.’ Now that you’re unlucky, you smear good people?"

"You say I poisoned them, where’s the evidence? Bring it out! Without evidence, stop making wild accusations here!"

"..."

After listening, everyone was silent.

First, they indeed had no evidence, but they strongly suspected it was her doing!

Secondly, that Cold-faced Evil God appeared with a band of fearless men. Even with evidence, they couldn’t win against them!

Thinking this, their hearts felt stifled!

Suddenly, the sound of flying hoofbeats reached them from afar, and they looked in the direction of the sound. A group of riders was approaching at speed, led by none other than Nangong Jue.

Lin Yanran’s eyes lit up, her heart filled with endless joy.