Rong Ning knew that a madman lived in her heart, the kind of madman who could destroy worlds. But in front of her peerlessly beautiful and gentle elder sister, she was always that well-behaved, inn...
That day, Rong Ning spent the night at the Red Lotus Pavilion. The girls were so interesting that they made you laugh so hard you couldn't stop, and you didn't want to leave, so you decided to stay.
The next day... news spread throughout Nanyang City that Princess Ningding had spent a fortune at the Red Lotus Pavilion, mingling with girls and not returning home all night, a truly outrageous affair.
To frequent places of pleasure and disregard the dignity of the royal family is truly unworthy of being a princess of a nation.
When Aying brought these words in and told Rong Ning, Mo'er was still standing by. She looked at her with a smile and said slowly, "Your Highness, your reputation in Nanyang City was already bad, and now it's even worse."
"Your coming-of-age ceremony is coming soon, and His Majesty should be setting the agenda for your marriage then. But right now, no one in Nanyang City dares to marry you."
Rong Ning glanced at her sideways, "You brought so many girls to play with me yesterday, and wouldn't let me leave, wasn't that all for this?"
"You're not refusing...isn't it for this reason too?" Mo'er laughed heartily. "If you didn't like it, you would have kicked him out long ago!"
Rong Ning smiled too, reached out and poked Mo'er's cheek with her finger, and said with a smile, "That's why I say you understand me!"
As they talked, the two burst into laughter, thoroughly enjoying themselves.
The maid brought over breakfast, and the two of them calmed down and slowly sat up straight.
After playing all night, Rong Ning was indeed very hungry, so she and Mo'er ate slowly and deliberately.
When they had almost finished eating, the manager of Honglianlou hurried over, looking somewhat anxious.
The person in charge was a woman, so there was no need for such formalities. She walked in, dismissed the others, and quietly reported, "Your Highness, news has just arrived that this morning at court, a minister impeached you. I heard that His Majesty was furious and sent Commander Luo of the Imperial Guards to escort you to the palace."
“Look…” Rong Ning put down her bowl and chopsticks, smiling contentedly, “I knew these people wouldn’t let any opportunity slip by. Where is Luo Chuan?”
The steward replied, "Judging by the time, it should be soon..."
"Alright... Ah Ying, when Luo Chuan arrives, tell him I haven't had enough fun yet. Either let him come in and play, or let him wait outside!"
"Yes, Your Highness!" A-Ying replied softly, "But what if Commander Luo forces his way in?"
"If he tries to force his way in, stop him!" Rong Ning said without hesitation.
Mo'er stopped smiling and said seriously, "Staying out all night at the Red Lotus Pavilion is a ridiculous thing that can be considered a big deal or a small deal, depending on what Your Majesty thinks."
Leaving the commander of the Imperial Guards standing outside the Red Lotus Pavilion is more than just absurd; it's tantamount to disrespecting the emperor, and His Majesty will truly be enraged!
"What they're impeaching me for is that I'm utterly absurd. If I don't act really absurd, how can I justify all the effort they've put into criticizing me? As for my father... if I ever manage to stay peaceful and quiet in Nanyang City and stop causing trouble, he won't be at ease. He might even suspect that I'm planning something big, and then he'll be even more restless, thinking about how to guard against me!"
"Does Your Highness mean that His Majesty should thank you?"
"Maybe..." Rong Ning lazily slumped back on the couch, feeling full and unwilling to move.
Having stayed up too late last night, Rong Ning yawned and said lazily, "I'm going to sleep a little longer. When I wake up, I'll go back with Luo Chuan. When he arrives, I'll have A Ying tell him not to rush. He should eat and drink well and put all the bills on my tab."
"You're too..." Mo'er clicked her tongue twice, racking her brains but unable to think of a suitable word. After a long while, she finally managed to utter two words, "Rogue!"
A scoundrel, like a local thug.