"Okay." Yun Qingran sat back down on the cushion, dejected.
Another day of taking the blame for the original owner!
"It's getting late today. Tomorrow I will have someone bring you to my residence for treatment," Jun Molin said.
"Hmm," Yun Qingran replied reluctantly.
She was taken advantage of—oops, I mean, her medical skills were taken advantage of.
At this moment, several people were standing at the entrance of the Zhen'an Marquis's residence and the entrance of the Bai residence.
"The Imperial Noble Consort has chosen Xiyue and asked her to come to the palace to rehearse for the performance at the palace banquet. Why is she rehearsing so late?" Yun Song muttered to himself, but his voice was so loud that it didn't sound like he was talking to himself at all.
After talking to himself, Yun Song looked at Yun Xiao standing at the door next door and said, "Big brother is also waiting for Ranran, right? Ranran is really something. A girl like her, still wandering around outside so late. It's only because she's ugly. If an ordinary girl didn't come home this late, her reputation would be ruined."
Yunxiao and Yun Qingbi turned their heads, looked at the chattering Yun Song, rolled their eyes at him, and said nothing.
At the same time, Yun Song was given the cold shoulder by Yun Xiao and his son. She was about to lash out when Yun Lianhu pointed to the street in the distance and shouted, "Is it my sister who's back?"
Following the direction Yun Lianhu pointed, everyone saw a carriage approaching from the end of the street.
Yun Qingran doesn't have a carriage, so this carriage most likely belongs to Yun Xiyue.
"The Northern Cold King?" Unexpectedly, as the carriage drew closer, it turned out to be not Yun Xiyue's carriage, but the carriage of the Northern Cold King, Jun Molin.
The carriage was made of hard rosewood, and the lanterns hanging at the four corners had the words "Northern Cold" written in black ink.
"The Northern Cold Prince's residence is only three streets away from here. How come the Northern Cold Prince's carriage is here?" Yun Lianhu asked doubtfully.
"Yes, why would the Northern Cold King be here... Oh, I know, he must have come here to take your sister home." Yun Song slapped her thigh excitedly.
The King of Beihan never associates with court officials. If he comes here late at night, he must be sending someone over. If he is sending someone, he must be sending his beautiful daughter. Why would he send that fat pig Yun Qingran?
"It's so late at night, and the King of Beihan still went all the way to bring your sister back. The King of Beihan is so good to your sister." Yun Song said this to Yun Lianhu on the surface, but his eyes and smug smile were actually directed at Yun Xiao and Yun Qingbi.
Yun Qingbi and Yun Song silently rolled their eyes. The Northern Cold King had illegitimate children before even getting married, which was immoral. He was also aloof and taciturn, and it was clear that he would find it difficult to be gentle and considerate to women.
I wouldn't even take a son-in-law or brother-in-law like that, even if he were given away for free! Even if things hadn't gone through yet, there's nothing to brag about.
The carriage appeared to be moving slowly, but in reality, it was quite fast, and soon it arrived in front of us.
"Quickly, go help your sister," Yun Song urged Yun Lianhu softly.
Hearing this from inside the carriage, Yun Qingran realized that the old man Yun Song must have been so confident that Jun Molin was sending Yun Xiyue away.
Haha, this old lady is a master at slapping faces!
"Your Highness, I twisted my ankle. Could you help me up?" Yun Qingran said with a smile to Jun Molin.
Jun Molin glanced at her sideways, as if to say, "Are you out of your mind?"
"If Your Highness the Northern Cold King doesn't help me, my foot injury will worsen, and I might not be able to treat the young princess and the young prince tomorrow," Yun Qingran said casually, her words carrying a veiled threat.
Jun Molin looked at her, his deep phoenix eyes slightly narrowed.
Yun Qingran felt alarm bells ringing in her mind: Was this guy going to devour her whole?
LOL, he can't possibly swallow me now that I'm so big.
Yun Qingran raised her round face and stared at Jun Molin, showing no sign of backing down.
After staring at each other for a while, Jun Molin looked away and got up to help her.
"Father, why haven't my sister and His Highness the Prince of Beihan come out for so long?" Yun Lianhu asked doubtfully.
"Your sister is definitely talking with His Highness the Northern Cold King, don't worry." Yun Song's tail was practically wagging in the air, looking smug, as if her daughter would marry into the Northern Cold King's mansion and become the Northern Cold King's consort tomorrow.
"Creak!" The carriage door opened, and Jun Molin stepped out of the carriage, using the carriage bench to get off.
"Your Highness, the King of Northern Cold." Yun Song quickly clasped his hands in a salute to Jun Molin.
Yunxiao and Yun Qingbi also bowed, but compared to Yun Song's sycophantic manner, Yunxiao and Yun Qingbi bowed very generously.
"Mm." Jun Molin nodded in return, then turned around and reached his hand into the car.
He wore a tight-fitting outfit with bound sleeves, revealing only his fair wrists and palms. His slender fingers had distinct knuckles, resembling a work of art carved from white jade, a masterpiece of Nuwa's skill.
That scoundrel of a man is undeniably handsome and has a great physique.
Yun Qingran secretly set a small goal in her heart: first, earn 100 million yuan, then use the money to seduce this scoundrel and make him perform a suggestive dance. She would then invite her like-minded sisters to watch together.
As for whether Jun Molin could be swayed by money, Yun Qingran hadn't considered that yet.
"Hmm..." Jun Molin coughed lightly, reminding Yun Qingran to stop staring at his hand and to get out of the car quickly.
Yun Qingran came to her senses, reached out and placed her hand on his, and got out of the carriage.
"Ah, it's Yun Qingran." When Yun Song saw Yun Qingran, he was completely taken aback.
Shouldn't the person in the carriage be Xi Yue? How could it be the wicked woman Yun Qingran?
No, no, it must be a nightmare. Yun Song closed his eyes, then opened them again, and all he saw was Jun Molin leading Yun Qingran out of the car. He still didn't believe it, repeatedly opening and closing his eyes, but the same image kept appearing.
"Second Uncle, is there something wrong with your eyes?" Yun Qingran asked with concern as she looked at Yun Song, who was opening and closing his eyes repeatedly.
"No, it's just that I saw some really offensive images, and my eyes feel a little uncomfortable," Yun Song said, her tone a mix of sourness and anger.
"Your Highness, don't be angry. The 'eye-searing' scene that Second Uncle described wasn't you." Yun Qingran turned her head and looked innocently at Jun Molin.
Jun Molin glanced at Yun Song, his eyes like cold stars in the sky, flashing with a sharp light that made people tremble.
"Your Highness, please calm down. The scene I described was not you." Yun Song's forehead was immediately covered in cold sweat, and he knelt down before Jun Molin with a thud.
That little bitch, she clearly knows that the cringe-worthy scene she described is of herself, yet she blatantly lies and claims that she was talking about the Northern Cold King.
"The eye-searing scene that Second Uncle mentioned wasn't His Highness the Northern Cold King, could it be that Second Uncle was talking about his niece?" Yun Qingran's expression changed, becoming aggrieved and pitiful.
Well, okay, her current appearance probably doesn't quite fit the description of someone who looks pitiful.
Yun Qingran is so angry! Her ugly and fat face is affecting her acting skills.
"Of course I'm not talking about you," Yun Song denied through gritted teeth.
To outsiders, everyone knows that he and the Yunxiao brothers have a good relationship, so why would he say such a thing about Yun Qingran? Wouldn't that be undermining his own reputation?
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