"Phew, if I couldn't hear your thoughts, I would have thought you were going to just kill yourself." An Ning couldn't help but mutter.
———
Leaving the palace, we rode in a carriage northwards to the Third Prince's Residence.
On the way, An Ning timidly hid to the side, and only when she mustered up the courage to steal a glance did she see that the person was wearing a golden robe, and the jade hairpin was dazzling. His long eyelashes just happened to cover most of the sharpness in his eyes.
If An Ning hadn't happened to overhear his thoughts, she probably would have been fooled by his playboy act of squandering his family's fortune. What exactly is this drama queen Mu up to?
"You still dare to look?" Mu Ange frowned slightly, her heart filled with displeasure.
An Ning was shocked and hurriedly turned to look out of the car: "Tch, who wants to see your pretentious act?"
"Third Master, we've arrived," Chen Xun reminded him from outside the carriage.
Mu Ange did not move, but instead looked at An Ning: "You go first."
An Ning was puzzled, but she did as she was told, since she couldn't afford to confront them head-on right now.
She nimbly jumped off the carriage and hurried a few steps towards the mansion when Mu Ange's questioning voice suddenly echoed in her mind: 'Why are these eunuchs' feet so small?'
"ah!"
An Ning was flustered by his sudden words and tried to stop herself, but she forgot that she was crossing the threshold. She stumbled and fell backward into the Third Prince's mansion.
'You idiot! How come you didn't die from the fall?'
An Ning lay on the ground, her fists clenched, her teeth itching with hatred: "Big brother, if you keep talking, your image is going to collapse!"
"Oh dear, are you alright? Your father personally ordered you to make an exception and leave the palace to take care of me. What if you've bumped or fallen?" Behind me, Mu Ange's feigned concern drifted into my ears.
'Keep pretending, just keep pretending. You clearly want to die from this, but you're putting on a show of concern. Mr. Mu, your acting skills are truly unparalleled.'
Those two short sentences almost made Anning sick.
"Are you injured in the fall?"
A light, soft gauze brushed against An Ning's tightly clenched fist, and a sweet voice came from above her head. An Ning looked up and saw a delicate and beautiful face, as fair as a spring flower, with eyes full of concern, which captivated An Ning.
"Let me help you up."
Meng Yun spoke again, and An Ning came back to her senses, her heart churning like waves: What a beautiful young lady! If she were a man, she would definitely marry her.
Anning took her hand and used it to stand up, her eyes fixed on her: "Tsk tsk tsk, these hands are so soft and smooth, I love them."
Upon seeing this, Mu Ange's face turned ashen. She pulled Meng Yun aside and whispered, "This kind of person doesn't deserve your help."
Meng Yun shook her head slightly: "This little eunuch looks kind and innocent, so you must not bully him."
An Ning looked at Meng Yun, her eyes reddening: If only she were my own sister.
"Third Master is back! Sisters, come quick! Third Master is back!"
"Third Master, Third Master, I've missed you so much."
"Third Master, have you taken a fancy to another girl? Third Master, didn't you say you liked my waist the most?"
Suddenly, a woman's seductive calls rang out behind him, each word explicit enough to make one blush.
Meng Yun was already used to it and stepped aside without saying a word.
An Ning frowned deeply: No way, such a beautiful fairy sister is actually one of this guy's harem members? So, this fairy sister has already been ruined by this guy? Damn Mu Ange, I will never let you get away with this!
Looking at Mu Ange again, his face was full of lewdness and his expression was lewd. He had his arms outstretched, clearly wanting to embrace the group of women.
'You bastard, you bastard, Mu Ange, you piece of trash!'
An Ning was furious and wanted to give him a good beating. He was already married to such a beautiful fairy sister and he was still not satisfied. He even kept such a large group of beauties.
A cacophony of voices, seemingly vying for favor, erupted simultaneously, driving Anning to the brink of madness.
"Third Master, which room are you sleeping in tonight?"
Peony waved the silk handkerchief in her hand, and as she spoke, she pressed her body against Mu Ange's strong shoulder. Her soft, boneless fingertips lightly wandered over his body, a touch that would be irresistible to any man.
Mu Ange's face beamed with laughter, but her heart grew colder with each passing moment: 'Tonight, which one should I kill?'
With a buzzing sound, An Ning's mind went blank as if struck by lightning: This guy has so many girls hoarded in his mansion, and he's actually going to kill them? What a bastard! Wait, what about Fairy Sister? No, I have to rescue her from this mansion!
Thinking of this, she quickly walked to Meng Yun's side and whispered, "Sister, what should I call you?"
Meng Yun glanced at him, completely bewildered as to why the little eunuch looked at her with such concern, appearing quite anxious: "Just call me Sister Yun, that's what everyone in the manor calls me."
"Sister Yun, does the number of young ladies in this mansion seem to decrease every now and then?"
Meng Yun gently stroked her chin, thought for a moment, and then said, "It seems so."
'Oh no, oh no, we have to hurry and get her out of here.' An Ning was extremely anxious, but she tried to appear calm: 'Sister Yun, look at him. He looks respectable, but his heart is rotten. He's surrounded by a bunch of women. Who knows if he's infected with any diseases? This kind of scoundrel is no good man. Sister Yun is beautiful, so she should find a soulmate. If you're willing, I can help you with this.'
Meng Yun was somewhat bewildered: "He treated me extremely well. I am different from those other people."
An Ning sighed heavily, her face full of disappointment: "Different? I'm telling you, sister, my dear sister, how could you believe such nonsense? This guy is a complete scumbag. I advise you to escape his clutches as soon as possible. Sister Yun, don't say anything more, I will definitely take you out of the manor."
Meng Yun was still completely confused, thinking to himself: his nephew seemed a bit of a womanizer, but it was all due to circumstances, not his own intention.
Meng Yun wanted to explain further, but An Ning had already been summoned by Mu Ange to serve her. Before parting, she still saw the little eunuch hurriedly gesturing to her: I! Will! Definitely! Take! You! Out! of! the! Mansion!
Looking at the young eunuch's thin back, Meng Yun lowered his head and chuckled softly, "He's quite a kind-hearted one."
———
The Imperial Palace, Yangju Hall.
"Your Majesty, please do not be angry. The people of Youzhou and Qingzhou are fierce and tough, and women are no different from men. Qingzhou even practices the absurd practice of monogamy. They have long been unwilling to hold the selection of imperial concubines every three years. Moreover, the one selected this time is the governor's own sister, which is why the assassination attempt occurred. Fortunately, the Third Prince came to your rescue in time, and Your Majesty is not in any serious danger."
Eunuch Wu stood by with tea in hand, patiently comforting the emperor.
The Emperor took the tea and slammed it down on the table: "The general election is a national system. They have no choice but to accept it. Of the three kingdoms and five states, only our Great Qi is supreme. If they do not comply, they should not blame the Great Qi cavalry for trampling the five states."
"Your Majesty is right. This old servant knows nothing about the affairs of the previous dynasty, but in the harem, the one who cares about you the most is probably the Imperial Concubine. Now that the imperial selection is imminent, you will probably have to go to the Imperial Concubine's palace tonight to comfort her."
The Emperor chuckled: "You understand my thoughts best. Bring the carriage."
"yes."
Half an hour later, at Chunxi Palace.
"What brings Your Majesty to my palace today?"
The imperial concubine wore only her undergarments, her long hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. Her lips were lightly touched, and in the flickering candlelight, a myriad of emotions were gathered in the corners of her eyes. Her feigned coquettish complaint was most alluring.
"Thinking about your chestnut pastries, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep if I don't have a bite."
Hearing this, the Imperial Concubine chuckled, took the Emperor's arm, and sat down at her seat.
Outside, Bai Lan mustered her courage and asked Eunuch Wu, "Little Ningzi? How have you been lately?"
Eunuch Wu flicked the dust off his face, a hint of worry in his expression: "I'm afraid this is not good." He knew that the Third Prince, Mu Ange, was no good person.
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