"Ranran, congratulations, you've become more beautiful!" Yun Xiyue ran out happily and reached out to take Yun Qingran's hand.
She was so jealous she wanted to grind her teeth to dust, but on the surface she still pretended to be gentle and magnanimous.
"Thank you, cousin." Yun Qingran reached out and brushed a stray hair from her forehead, subtly avoiding Yun Xiyue's outstretched hand.
Yun Xiyue was so angry she felt like vomiting blood. This little bitch used to trust and be affectionate with her, but now she wouldn't even hold her hand. What happened to make her so distant?
"Ranran, didn't you say you were sick? Why are you here again?" Yun Xiyue suppressed her anger and looked at Yun Qingran with concern, steer the conversation toward her sudden appearance.
"Yes, didn't Miss Yun claim to be ill? Why is she back at Wanjiang Garden?" The Imperial Noble Consort looked sharply at Yun Qingran.
"I just saw Miss Yun come out from behind the altar?" Liang Jingxue, who was next to the Imperial Noble Consort, pointed to the altar.
Yun Xiyue emerged from behind the altar, a scene witnessed by many. After all, it was hard for someone with her figure and aura not to attract attention.
"Oh, Yun Qingran came out from behind the altar?" The Emperor looked at Jun Molin meaningfully.
No wonder that brat was acting so strangely just now; it turns out it was because Yun Qingran was at the altar.
Jun Molin avoided the Emperor's gaze and remained silent. This action only made the Emperor more astounded; his son had never once deliberately avoided his gaze.
"Those assassins just now, could they be related to Miss Yun?" the Imperial Noble Consort asked with a cold smile.
At the New Year's Eve palace banquet, Yun Qingran helped Consort Ning win the competition. The Imperial Noble Consort had been holding a grudge against her, so how could she let go of such a good opportunity?
"Your Highness, everyone witnessed my daughter helping His Highness the Prince of Beihan fend off the assassins. How could my daughter possibly be in league with the assassins?" Yunxiao stepped forward, her tone unwavering as she confronted the Imperial Noble Consort.
That old woman always targets Ranran. If she weren't a woman, I'd really like to give her two big nose rings.
“Yes, was the Imperial Noble Consort not watching the battle situation the whole time?” Yun Qingbi also stepped forward.
“You…” The Imperial Noble Consort glared fiercely at the father and son.
"Imperial Noble Consort, are your eyes uncomfortable? Why are you staring at us like that?" Yun Qingbi asked, looking into the Imperial Noble Consort's eyes.
These words practically made the conflict between the two sides crystal clear.
Yun Qingran silently gave Yun Qingbi a thumbs up. When it came to standing up for her and arguing with others, her older brother was even better than her father.
"Your Majesty~" The Imperial Noble Consort was speechless after being rebuked by the father and son. She could only look at the Emperor with a wronged expression, hoping that the Emperor would stand up for her.
"Ah... what's wrong with the Imperial Noble Consort?" the Emperor asked the Imperial Noble Consort as if he had come to his senses, indicating that he hadn't heard the verbal sparring between the two.
"Hmph~" The Imperial Noble Consort was furious once again. The Emperor clearly didn't want to get involved in this matter.
The Emperor has always been very kind to me, but today he's helping the Yun family instead of me. He must be after that little slut Yun Qingran's beauty.
"Your Majesty, the assassin failed and may very well return. We should hurry back," Sun Liang said worriedly.
"Yes, prepare to return to the palace." After saying this, the Emperor looked at Jun Molin with a smile, "Lin'er, Miss Yun just fought alongside you, she must be very tired now, let her ride back in your carriage."
"Your Majesty, no need." Yun Qingran quickly refused. It would be incredibly awkward to ride in the same carriage as Jun Molin.
Moreover, both are unmarried, and Jun Molin has a special status, making it easy for rumors to arise.
"You're welcome," the Emperor said with a smile, then boarded his imperial carriage and rode away.
"Ugh, my stomach hurts. Your Highness, why don't you leave first?" Yun Qingran suddenly clutched her stomach with both hands, feigning pain.
"Hmm," Jun Molin hummed in response.
"Your Highness, since Miss Yun has a stomachache, your carriage should wait for her," Sun Liang said with a smile, flicking his whisk.
"Eunuch Sun, what are you doing here?" Yun Qingran looked at Sun Liang standing to the side in surprise.
"His Majesty has ordered me to supervise Miss Yun and His Highness Prince Beihan's carriage journey." Sun Liang emphasized the word "supervise," meaning that the two of them must travel back in the same carriage today.
"His Majesty is truly ungrateful," Yun Qingran muttered, looking down.
"Miss Yun, what did you say?" Sun Liang didn't hear clearly.
Yun Qingran looked up, smiling as she touched her stomach. "I said my stomach suddenly stopped hurting. Where is His Highness the Prince of Beihan's carriage? Let's go."
Whether you stick your neck out or not, you'll get stabbed anyway, so you might as well be bold and appear more heroic.
"This way, please come with me." Sun Liang led the way to the carriage of the Northern Cold Prince's Mansion, and stretched out his forearm for Yun Qingran to get into the carriage.
As someone who could read the emperor's mind, Sun Liang immediately knew that the emperor had taken a liking to the eldest daughter of the Yun family and wanted to marry her off to His Highness the Prince of Beihan.
Therefore, this Miss Yun is very likely to be the future Princess Consort of Beihan, and later the Empress of Beiyin. Even he, the head eunuch, has to serve her carefully.
After Yun Qingran got into the carriage, Jun Molin also got in. The driver started the carriage, and it slowly began to move, following the imperial chariot.
"Yun Qingran was actually riding in the same carriage as His Highness the Prince of Beihan."
"What's so strange about that? It's not the first time."
"I envy Yun Qingran so much. She gets to ride in a carriage with His Highness the Prince of Beihan. I can only eat the dust from the carriage."
"Speaking of which, Yun Qingran, who has regained her appearance, looks so good with His Highness the Northern Cold King. They are a match made in heaven."
"You said yourself that they are only a good match in appearance. How could a wicked woman like Yun Qingran be worthy of His Highness the Prince of Beihan?"
"Exactly, so what if she's beautiful? She's not virtuous. How could His Highness the Northern Cold King possibly be interested in such a wicked woman?"
...
The crowd behind them began to murmur amongst themselves.
"Bi'er, let's buy a carriage tomorrow," Yunxiao said to Yun Qingbi in a heavy tone, watching the carriage of the Northern Cold Prince's Mansion disappear into the distance.
"Oh." Yun Qingbi nodded, then asked with some doubt, "Father, didn't you say that buying a carriage and hiring a driver would be a waste of money?"
"I bought this for your sister. Daughters should be raised in luxury, otherwise they'll be snatched away by pigs in a carriage." If the family had a carriage, Ranran wouldn't need to ride in the Northern Cold King's carriage.
“Okay, let’s buy it tomorrow.” Yun Qingbi agreed.
Inside the carriage, Yun Qingran felt extremely uncomfortable. To her, it wasn't a carriage, but a prison.
The original owner was already embarrassed enough by peeping at him while he was taking a shower, but something even more embarrassing happened today.
How embarrassing!
Jun Molin glanced at her and found her motionless, like a stone statue, but her expression kept changing, as if she were thinking about something. He actually found her kind of cute.
"Don't you have anything to say to me?" Jun Molin asked coldly.
“I forgive you for touching me today,” Yun Qingran replied.
Thinking of what happened on the altar earlier that day, Jun Molin blushed.
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