"Mo Shisheng, how dare you!"
Ignoring the pain in her hand, Situ Xue seemed overjoyed at finding even the slightest fault in Mo Shisheng. She questioned him sharply, "Do you have no respect for hierarchy? The person standing before you is the Crown Prince! How dare you speak to him like that?"
Is that so?
Mo Shisheng had been about to leave, but after hearing Situ Xue's words, she stopped in her tracks. She tilted her head slightly and asked, "Then what should we say?"
Seeing Mo Shisheng like this, Situ Xue assumed that she was afraid, and smiled smugly, but the pain aggravated her left cheek, causing her to gasp slightly.
Nan Xiao's gaze had been fixed on Mo Shisheng since he appeared, a fact that Situ Xue naturally noticed. She gently twisted her wrist and said in a coquettish voice, "Your Highness, it hurts."
"..."
Mo Shisheng couldn't help but roll her eyes. Had she lost her mind to stay here and watch such a disgusting scene?
Upon hearing this, Nan Xiao calmly released Situ Xue's wrist. Situ Xue looked at her wrist, her face stiffening; it was flushed red, showing signs of bruising.
Situ Xue blamed everything on Mo Shisheng, believing that it was because of Mo Shisheng, this vixen, that Nan Xiao treated her this way!
She glanced at Mo Shisheng with disdain out of the corner of her eye, like a proud hen, "Mo Shisheng, you should kneel down and kowtow to the Crown Prince to confess your sins and beg for his forgiveness!"
"I see."
Mo Shisheng seemed to be acting out a drama, her brows furrowed slightly, as if she were genuinely afraid.
Situ Xue believed her and tilted her head back even higher, "Otherwise, do you think you can just walk away after offending His Highness the Crown Prince?"
"Where should I kneel?"
Mo Shisheng's voice dropped a few octaves, as if he had been intimidated by Situ Xue.
"Of course you're kneeling here! Where else do you think you're going?"
Situ Xue pointed to the ground in front of her, a malicious glint in her eyes. She walked to Nan Xiao's side and nestled gently in his arms. "Your Highness, you must avenge me. Look at my face..."
Situ Xue looked up from Nan Xiao's arms, the palm print on her left cheek was particularly obvious, with all five finger marks clearly visible.
It seemed that a great deal of force was used; the area where the palm print was was engorged with blood, and at first glance, it was truly frightening.
Nan Xiao spoke softly, "Mm."
Although it was only a simple response, it was enough to make Situ Xue happy. She knew that Nan Xiao was naturally indifferent, but she just absolutely adored that about him.
After receiving permission, Situ Xue became even more outrageous, saying, "Mo Shisheng, kneel down here and slap yourself twenty times, and I will consider letting you go."
"But twenty strokes sounds like it hurts a lot."
Mo Shisheng scoffed inwardly, thinking Situ Xue was simply a brainless idiot. But since Situ Xue was digging her own grave, how could her kind-hearted self refuse?
The girl had rosy lips and white teeth. Her clothes today looked much warmer than yesterday's. The silver-white velvet skirt made her skin appear even whiter, and her features were so exquisite that it was impossible to look away.
The crimson under her eyes grew even more vibrant, as alluring as the most magnificent flower blooming in the dark night.
She feigned fear on her face, but there was no fear in her eyes at all.
Nan Xiao's lips curved slightly into a smile, which Mo Shisheng caught the moment he looked up.
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