Chapter 564 Mo Liyuan is here
Dongfang Ming suddenly threw off the quilt and jumped up, grabbed his outer robe and put it on. His figure was as fast as a ghost, and he appeared in the yard, just blocking Mo Liyuan.
"Prince Regent!" Dongfang Ming's voice was filled with a hint of anger at being disturbed and a hint of deliberate laziness. He straightened his clothes and raised the corners of his lips in a provocative arc. "This is my private property. I wonder what the purpose of the dignified Prince Regent of Dongyao Kingdom trespassing into my villa so late at night?"
Mo Liyuan's gaze passed over him, locking the tightly closed door tightly. The chill emanating from his body could almost freeze the air. He squeezed out only two words from between his teeth: "Get out!"
The mockery on Dongfang Ming's face deepened, and he refused to give in. "What if I refuse to give in?"
Before he finished speaking, Mo Liyuan was like a tiger out of its cage, wrapped in the force of thunder, and suddenly slammed his palm towards Dongfang Ming's face! The palm wind was sharp, bringing with it a sharp sound of breaking through the air.
Dongfang Ming's pupils shrank slightly, and he reacted extremely quickly. He turned his steps mysteriously and narrowly avoided the angry attack.
His eyes fixed, he no longer held back, and with his inner strength surged, he immediately counterattacked.
The two figures crossed each other at high speed in the courtyard, with palm winds and fist shadows flying, and the energy overflowing, shaking the flowers and trees in the courtyard rustling, and the sound of tiles breaking was endless.
Under the moonlight, the two figures fought like dragons and tigers, and every collision stirred up invisible waves of air.
In the shadow of the corner of the yard, An Yi saw that his master had really come to his door. He felt his scalp tingling and subconsciously shrank his neck.
At this moment, a dark shadow rushed to his side like the wind, and a big hand grabbed his collar fiercely. It was Tianyi.
"Good boy!" Tianyi's voice was filled with suppressed anger, and he gritted his teeth. "You seem to be living a carefree life with the princess, but do you know how we've been living these days? We've been trembling with fear every day under the master's low pressure that can freeze people into ice!"
An Yi struggled to pry open Tian Yi's iron-like grip, pursed his lips helplessly, and whispered, "I dare not disobey the princess's order. What can I do? Can I disobey her?"
"Hmph!" Tian Yi snorted angrily. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He punched An Yi's shoulder with a punch that was neither light nor heavy.
An Yi endured it headlong, groaning and grimacing in pain.
Tianyi was not in a much better condition. His rough movements aggravated the whip wounds on his back. The intense pain made him groan, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.
An Yi rubbed his shoulders, noticing something was wrong, and looked at Tian Yi: "You...what's wrong with you? Were you punished by the master?"
Tianyi turned his face away in annoyance, his voice muffled: "Nonsense! Do you think the master's thunderous wrath is a joke?"
An Yi touched his nose awkwardly, then thought of something and moved closer. With a hint of eagerness to atone for his sins, he lowered his voice and said, "Don't be angry. I have great news! The princess... the princess is pregnant! If the master knew about this, even the greatest anger would be completely dispelled. Do you believe it?"
"What?!" Tianyi turned his head abruptly, his eyes almost popping out as he stared at Anyi in disbelief, "Seriously?! Don't try to fool me with this!"
"Absolutely true!" An Yi nodded vigorously with a firm expression.
Tianyi was ecstatic at first, but then, as if he had thought of something, his eyes suddenly became gloating. He looked Anyi up and down: "Even if the master has calmed down... hehe, he may not let you, his 'accomplice', go easily!"
When An Yi heard this, his body suddenly stiffened. The little hope that had just risen in his heart was instantly replaced by great panic, and his face turned pale.
At this moment, the door of the master bedroom was pushed open with a creaky sound.
Lan Xiyue was obviously awakened by the fierce fighting outside. She walked out wearing only a plain cloak and with her black hair slightly disheveled.
The moonlight reflected on her slightly pale but still beautiful face, and her brows were slightly furrowed.
When An Yi heard the noise, he turned around and walked forward as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, his voice tinged with tears: "Princess! The prince... the prince is here!"
Lan Xiyue rolled her eyes at him unhappily, her gaze already passing him and directed at the two figures on the rooftop who were fighting fiercely: "I'm not blind!" Her tone was filled with a hint of helplessness and annoyance at being disturbed.
An Yi had a sad face and lowered his voice to beg: "Princess...you...you can't ignore your subordinates..."
"Shut up!" Lan Xiyue scolded in a low voice, with a hint of disappointment, "Can't you be a little more ambitious?"
An Yi immediately fell silent and took a half step back with his head hung low.
Tianyi also hurried forward, bowed respectfully, and reported quickly, trying to save the situation for his master: "Princess! The master has completely cleared the palace these days, and the Queen Mother has returned to the palace to recuperate. As for that Anya..."
He paused, his voice deeper, "The master has dealt with it personally! And..."
Lan Xiyue's gaze remained fixed on the two figures tumbling across the rooftop. Seeing their fight intensifying, with the strong wind sending tiles flying everywhere, she took a deep breath, and her clear voice, with undeniable penetrating power, resounded throughout the courtyard:
"Stop it!"
On the rooftop, the two men were engaged in a fierce battle. This familiar voice, like a spell that froze them, suddenly froze their movements! Their fierce attack froze in an instant.
The next moment, the two of them stopped their movements at the same time, and their figures descended from the roof like rocs, standing steadily in the yard.
Mo Liyuan's movements were as fast as a ghost. Almost the moment he landed on the ground, he had already flashed in front of Lan Xiyue.
He stretched out his long arms, and with both the ecstasy of regaining what he had lost and the fear of regaining what he had lost, he hugged her tightly in his arms!
The force was so strong that it seemed as if he wanted to rub her into his bones and blood.
He buried his face deeply in the crook of her neck, greedily absorbing the familiar scent from her body. His voice was hoarse and trembling with a barely perceptible tremor: "Yue'er!"
Dongfang Ming looked a little disheveled, his hair was a little messy and his clothes were torn in several places.
He looked at the scene of Mo Liyuan holding Lan Xiyue tightly in his arms, and the peach blossom eyes that always smiled dimmed in an instant, and a deep pain flashed across them.
He clenched his fists tightly at his sides, his knuckles turning white, as if he had used up all his strength to suppress a certain impulse.
Finally, he slowly loosened his fist, a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he silently told himself in his heart: As long as sister Yue'er is happy... that's enough.
He no longer looked at the dazzling embrace, turned around resolutely, his back looking somewhat lonely and desolate under the moonlight, and disappeared into the depths of the courtyard with big strides.
Lan Xiyue was strangled by him and felt a little breathless. She moved uncomfortably in his arms, raised her hand and patted his broad, tense back, and said in a muffled voice: "Mo Liyuan... loosen up a little, you're strangling my waist..."
Upon hearing this, Mo Liyuan loosened his arms a little, but still held her tightly and refused to let go.
He raised his head slightly, his deep eyes locked tightly on her face. There was a thin layer of blood in his eyes, and he asked with endless fatigue and an almost fragile question: "Yuer..." His Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was suppressed. "Why did you leave without saying goodbye? Do you know that I..."
Lan Xiyue felt a pang of bitterness in her heart. She turned away from his burning gaze, her tone filled with a hint of grievance and accusation: "Your mother wants to kill me... I can't afford to offend her, but can't I just hide from her?"
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