CHAPTER 863: CHAPTER 708

"You, you, you... you brat..."

Du Nu was so angry he stammered, almost blurting out Meng Lang’s name.

Luckily, he wasn’t entirely brainless and realized that he and the Princess Consort were secretly leaving the capital, so it was best not to create a scene.

He gritted his teeth, forcibly swallowing the words that were about to burst out.

Mo Yi naturally recognized the person as well.

But the other’s absurd behavior had already gathered a crowd of onlookers eager for entertainment.

He gave the coachman a signal with his eyes.

The coachman understood, got off the horse, and approached Meng Lang, bending over and politely asking, "Young sir, are you alright?"

Meng Lang opened one eye: "You knocked me down, do you think I’m alright?"

The coachman was stunned: "No... you fell down on your own, and now you claim we knocked you?"

Meng Lang said confidently: "If you hadn’t bumped into me, would I have fallen? Surely you don’t think I’d falsely accuse you? Do you want to look at what I’m wearing? I’m a student at the Imperial College!"

"Yes, yes, a student at the Imperial College would never do something so disgraceful as trying to extort money."

"Exactly."

The crowd began to chatter noisily.

Du Nu’s mouth twitched harshly.

Are you blind? He’s clearly shameless!

He’s extorting people!

This brat... this brat!

Ugh!

What kind of people live in the Governor Mansion?

Why is every one of them more shameless than the next!

Du Nu was so angry he could spit blood.

The coachman was criticized by the townspeople and looked back helplessly at Mo Yi.

Mo Yi lowered the curtain and said to Ayimulan, "Princess Consort."

Ayimulan replied calmly, "In that case, invite him onto the carriage and take him to the clinic."

Mo Yi glanced at Meng Qianqian: "You do realize that once he gets on the carriage, he’ll never get off again, right?"

Meng Qianqian: "Oh."

Mo Yi: "You don’t care?"

Meng Qianqian pointed outside the curtain: "He’s courting death himself, what’s it got to do with me?"

Mo Yi’s mouth twitched: "Aren’t you siblings?"

Meng Qianqian laughed mockingly: "You’re someone who can kill your own father, and you’re talking to me about sibling affection? Isn’t that laughable?"

Mo Yi turned his face, lifted the curtain, and instructed the coachman, "Please invite the young sir onto the carriage, we’ll take him to the clinic."

"Yes."

The coachman said to Meng Lang, "Young sir, please."

Meng Lang said: "Can’t you see I’m unable to move?"

The coachman steeled himself to carry the completely unharmed Meng Lang onto the carriage.

As soon as he sat down, Meng Lang took out a juicy, fresh peach from his wide sleeve, biting into it heavily, then acted as if he just noticed Meng Qianqian.

"Oh, what a coincidence, isn’t this my useless sister?"

"Yes, isn’t this my brother who can even wear his underpants backwards?"

Meng Lang choked: "Don’t talk nonsense, I didn’t."

His eyes flickered and, without drawing attention, he turned his back, tugging at his waistband, "Did I wear them backwards again..."

Mo Yi could no longer bear it.

Neither of these siblings acted properly.

Once out of the city, he would find a secluded place to kill this brat who came right to his door!

"You better be sensible, if you dare pull any stunts, I don’t mind killing you right here in the carriage."

He coldly threatened Meng Lang.

Though he didn’t intend to do so right away, he needed to scare the brat.

Meng Lang munched on his peach, carelessly speaking: "Isn’t it better to wait until we’ve left the city to look for a chance to kill me? Killing someone here, leaving blood all over the carriage, is an easy way to get caught. How does someone with your pig-brain attract your Princess Consort?"

Mo Yi: "..."