CHAPTER 374: CHAPTER 356

[No way, no way? Could he possibly be talking about me? Can he see through it?]

Yun Ran looked calmly up at Xiao Mohan, seeing him resting his chin on one hand, slightly tilting his head as he looked at her with a face full of deep thought.

Upon seeing his expression, Yun Ran immediately understood; this guy was saying she resembled her true self!

In what way? Her soul?

Princess Xiao Xiao immediately put down the skewer of lamb, nudged Xiao Mohan with her elbow, and smiled with a hint of gossip and mischief.

"Brother, no way? Have you met Sister Lin before? Or are you just saying that because you find the girl’s looks attractive?"

Xiao Mohan straightened his face and cast a big white eye over, "Go on! Silly girl, get lost! Is that the kind of person your brother is?"

Xiao Xiao stuck out her tongue and said seriously, "As the saying goes, ’No one knows a brother better than his sister!’ How are you not?"

Xiao Mohan reached out directly and gave her head a light tap, making it tilt to one side.

Then he frowned as he looked at Yun Ran, seriously saying, "Miss, please don’t misunderstand, you do indeed resemble a friend I know."

Yun Ran smiled slightly, elegant and composed, "The world is vast, and people may look alike; I have never left Tianchu’s Capital City, and I assume this is the Prince’s first visit."

Xiao Mohan pondered; it was indeed his first time in Tianchu’s Capital City. As for this young lady in front of him, to say she resembles her, there isn’t even a slight resemblance in appearance!

But why does she seem to capture the essence and air of her with every casual gesture, so similar?

Could it be that he’s just missed her after not seeing her for so long?!

But she was just a ruthless merchant, extorting and snatching so much silver from him! Purely heartless and inhuman!

Once he accomplishes his brother’s wish, he’ll go to Yunzhou to settle accounts with her!

Yun Ran suddenly sneezed several times, with tears almost coming out, making Xiao Xiao think she was feeling spiced out, so she quickly poured a cup of goat’s milk and handed it to her.

Yun Ran thanked her, casting a sly, stealthy glance at Xiao Mohan:

[Is this guy badmouthing me in his heart?]

[He used to always scream about me ripping him off for silver, always yelling about drawing a curse circle to ensure I never get married. Could he possibly be chanting a spell again in his heart?]

[I’ll send him a sack when I get back!]

...

Nangong Mo had brewed Yun Ran’s favorite fruit tea in the tent waiting for her return.

A purple clay teapot sitting on a small stove released swirling steam, filling the air with a hint of sweet fruit fragrance.

The man sat beside the hearth, holding a scroll of book in his hand, quietly reading, the flickering charcoal fire casting reflections on his snow-white clothes, adding a touch of worldly warmth to his noble, icy demeanor.

After finishing one scroll, the man raised his hand, his jade-like fingers gently pressing on his brow, "Feng Xuan, what time is it?"

"Reporting to you, my lord, it’s already three-quarters into the hour of the pig."

Upon hearing the reply, Nangong Mo furrowed his handsome brows; that girl rarely went out to eat, he didn’t want to dampen her spirits.

But it was already so late...

After contemplating for a moment, Nangong Mo still spoke, "Go to the account’s exterior and take a look from afar to see if the princess has finished eating."

"Yes, my lord!"

Feng Xuan had just been about to dart off when he heard Nangong Mo immediately add another sentence, "If not, don’t disturb her, return quickly."

Feng Xuan: "..."

She’s been eating for over two hours; most likely she’s finished by now and is just having a chat...

Thinking of this, Feng Xuan gathered his courage and asked, "My lord, if the princess has finished eating and is casually chatting..."

Before he could finish the sentence, Nangong Mo gave him an icy glare, making Feng Xuan shiver and stand upright immediately, "My lord! I shall go right away!"

With that, he transformed into a gust of wind and whisked out of the tent.

Nangong Mo gazed at the charcoal fire swaying from the night wind blowing into the tent, slightly furrowing his brow.

Could that dead girl really be chatting happily with Xiao Mohan?

Come to think of it, they could be considered old acquaintances; wouldn’t it be a reunion of old friends upon meeting again?

One of life’s four joys: finding sweet rain after a long drought, meeting an old friend in a foreign place, having one’s name on the honor roll, and wedding night festivities.

Right now, aren’t they experiencing the joy of meeting old friends in a foreign place?

With this thought, Nangong Mo immediately put down the scroll he was holding and stood up, taking two quick steps towards the door before turning back.

Fortunately, he brought his masks.