Chapter 203 Narcissism is a disease, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince must seek timely treatment!
Lan Xiyue hummed softly, "Finally, I'm heading back to Beijing. I've been in Huilong County for quite some time now." She felt a tinge of worry, wondering how her brother was doing. After injuring his legs, she wondered if he'd ever recover. Thinking of that gentle, jade-like man, she couldn't help but feel a little concerned.
At this moment, An Yi respectfully reported from outside: "Princess, the Crown Prince has come and said he wants to see you. Princess, would you like to see the Crown Prince?"
Lan Xiyue raised her brows slightly when she heard this, then stood up and walked out. "Mo Yufeng? Is his injury healed?"
An Yi lowered his head and replied, "Princess, the Crown Prince's injuries have fully healed."
Lan Xiyue sneered, her tone tinged with sarcasm: "He recovered quickly, but the grass on the graves of those dead people is already a meter high."
"If the princess does not wish to see the prince, I will send him away immediately."
Lan Xiyue waved her hand, a meaningful smile appearing on the corner of her lips: "No need, it's boring anyway. Since he came here to be tortured, I will vent my anger for those dead people." After that, she picked up the fan beside her, waved it gently, and walked slowly out.
An Yi watched Lan Xiyue's back and couldn't help but break into a cold sweat for the Crown Prince. Judging by the Princess's demeanor, the Crown Prince was in for a rough day. He shook his head and silently followed Lan Xiyue, silently praying for the Crown Prince to take care of himself.
Lan Xiyue arrived at the front hall and walked in. She saw Mo Yufeng sitting on a chair with an arrogant look on his face.
Mo Yufeng saw Lan Xiyue approaching slowly, his eyes first lit up, then his face darkened, and his tone was filled with anger: "Lan Xiyue, you are here! The Japanese prince woke up in a daze and saw you, it turned out to be no illusion. Later, after asking around, I found out that you had actually followed the little uncle to Huilong County. Didn't you say you were going to the Huguo Temple to chant sutras for your deceased mother? Why are you here? This prince was injured, why didn't you come to take care of me? Didn't this prince say that he would take you into the Eastern Palace as a concubine? Why are you so fickle?"
Lan Xiyue ignored Mo Yufeng's questioning and walked over to a nearby chair, sitting down with a nonchalant expression, as if the person before her was just an insignificant passerby. She gently waved her fan, her eyes casually sweeping over Mo Yufeng, a faint smile curling at the corner of her lips.
Seeing that Lan Xiyue ignored his anger, Mo Yufeng became even more furious. He slammed the tea table beside him and shouted, "Lan Xiyue! You'd better give me an explanation, otherwise I will never forgive you! I will not accept you into the Eastern Palace as a concubine."
Lan Xiyue chuckled upon hearing this, her tone tinged with sarcasm: "Your Highness, did you not look in the mirror before leaving the house? Why didn't you accept me into the Eastern Palace as a concubine? Oh, you're talking as if no one would care about me being your concubine, tsk tsk tsk..."
Mo Yufeng said proudly, "Hmph! Lan Xiyue, if you can just give in to this prince, and go tell the little uncle that the one you've loved from the beginning to the end has always been this prince, then this prince will consider forgiving you for what you've done."
Lan Xiyue rolled her eyes. She was truly arrogant. "An Yi, go get a bronze mirror and let His Royal Highness take a good look at it."
Mo Yufeng was stunned. "Lan Xiyue! What do you mean?"
Lan Xiyue waved her fan calmly and said with a smile, "Of course, it's to let His Royal Highness see my appearance clearly. How can you compare to the Regent? Anyone with eyesight would choose the Regent over you, Your Royal Highness."
Upon hearing this, Mo Yufeng stood up and pointed at Lan Xiyue angrily, "How dare you! Lan Xiyue, how dare you humiliate this prince?"
At this time, An Yi came in holding a bronze mirror and said respectfully, "Princess, I brought the bronze mirror."
Lan Xiyue pointed at the angry Mo Yufeng across from her and said cheerfully, "Yes, show our Crown Prince a mirror and let him take a good look at himself."
An Yi stepped forward and handed the bronze mirror to the prince, "Your Highness, here."
Mo Yufeng was so angry that his face turned pale. He snatched the bronze mirror and threw it to the ground, shouting, "Damn it! Lan Xiyue, this prince gave you the honor of entering the Eastern Palace as a concubine, but you must be ungrateful. There is no way the young emperor would like someone with such a bad reputation.
Don't be so persistent. If it weren't for the Duke of Huguo's residence, you would have been killed by the young uncle long ago. If you continue to be so fickle, this prince will never accept you into the Eastern Palace. When the young uncle gets tired of you, who in the capital will dare to marry you?
Lan Xiyue sneered, her tone tinged with sarcasm: "People need face, trees need bark. Your Highness, not everyone wants to be your concubine. Don't think too highly of yourself."
Mo Yufeng's face turned pale when he heard this. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, "Lan Xiyue, you have to know when to stop playing hard to get! Otherwise, if you overdo it, the gains won't outweigh the losses."
Lan Xiyue was speechless and couldn't help rolling her eyes. Where did Mo Yufeng get such confidence from?
Oh, right, it was probably the original owner's former infatuation with him that gave him such confidence. Men always disdain things that come easily, treating them like grass.
If she hadn't been concerned about his status as the crown prince and the fear of implicating innocent people in Huilong County, she really wanted to kill him with a knife to prevent him from being an eyesore here.
Thinking of this, a hint of coldness flashed in Lan Xiyue's eyes. With a thought, a handful of colorless and odorless powder appeared out of thin air in her hand.
She raised her hand slightly and waved the fan slightly, and the powder floated towards Mo Yu Peak opposite without a trace in the wind.
Mo Yufeng was completely oblivious and continued to stare at Lan Xiyue angrily, his tone threatening: "Lan Xiyue, this prince will give you one last chance. If you admit your mistake now, this prince may be able to forgive you. Otherwise, you will never set foot in the Eastern Palace again."
An Yi was so angry that his teeth were itching when he heard this.
Lan Xiyue heard this and a meaningful smile appeared on her lips. She said lightly, "Your Highness, I really don't want to set foot in your Eastern Palace."
Mo Yufeng was irritated by her attitude. Just as he was about to explode, he suddenly felt a surge of heat all over his body. Mo Yufeng tugged at his clothes and sat back in his chair irritably. "What's going on? Why is this prince suddenly so hot and restless?"
Lan Xiyue gently fanned herself and looked at him with a half-smile: "Your Highness, are you suffering from heatstroke?"
Mo Yufeng looked at her with burning eyes, "Lan Xiyue, you said you don't like me, the prince. But when I'm not feeling well, you're happy to care about me?"
"Narcissism is a disease. Your Highness the Crown Prince must seek timely treatment." After saying this, Lan Xiyue stood up and strode away.
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