CHAPTER 135: CHAPTER 132: THAT’S JUST WHO I AM—WHY PRETEND?

Yun Ran instinctively looked towards Nangong Mo’s waist.

It’s impossible for him to carry a new one with him, nor could he remove the one he’s wearing, so does it mean they’ll have to... take measurements on site?

Lan Yi waited for a moment, and not seeing Nangong Mo speak, she took a roll of soft measuring tape and stepped forward slightly.

She bowed and said, "Your Highness, shall I dare to take your measurements?"

As she spoke, she leaned slightly forward, making a gesture to measure.

But a cold gust of wind pushed her back, and Lan Yi staggered a few steps before falling to the ground.

Her eyes widened in shock, "Your... Your Highness?"

Nangong Mo looked indifferent, his voice as cold and distant as wind and snow, without a trace of warmth.

"Whom do you think can approach this King’s body?"

Lan Yi’s gaze trembled, and she quickly prostrated herself on the ground.

"I overstepped! Please forgive me, Your Highness!"

Feng Xuan appeared, expressionless, and said to Lan Yi, "The Prince’s measurements, the Princess knows best. It’s not your concern. You just focus on teaching."

Lan Yi lowered her head, her gaze flickered as she softly replied, "Yes, I understand! It was my oversight! Please, Your Highness, punish me!"

Yun Ran, holding her half-finished embroidered dog pouch, tilted her head slightly, watching this scene unfold.

[Bird, do you think he’s just unromantic, or does he not understand compassion and beauty?]

[Is there a difference between the two? Hmph! Being uneducated is scary!]

[Tsk~! You think you’re so cultured! No matter how cultured you are, you’re still just a bird!]

[A bird can stay a bird forever, but you, hehe... might just become a beast that harms good-looking men! How about it? Want to try?]

Yun Ran: "..."

Nangong Mo unobtrusively glanced at Yun Ran, squinting his eyes slightly.

That bird, useless in everything but arguing, if you’re capable, why don’t you show it?

It’s simply a useless bird!

Yun Ran and the Immortal Bird didn’t know what Nangong Mo was thinking, and the two of them continued to bicker for a while. Yun Ran glanced at the half-dog in her hand and then at Lan Yi, who was still kneeling on the ground.

"Miss Lan Yi, you can go back and rest first. Today’s lesson ends here."

"Thank you, Princess."

Lan Yi looked at her gratefully, then hesitated as she glanced at Nangong Mo, not daring to rise.

Yun Ran got up and walked behind Nangong Mo, one hand resting on the back of his chair, the other on his shoulder, pinching him lightly.

"Master, would you say something?"

Her hand was forceful, ruthless, but her voice was soft.

Nangong Mo’s mouth twitched slightly, and he coldly said:

"Didn’t you hear what the Princess said?"

Lan Yi immediately stood up, "Thank you, Your Highness. Thank you, Princess."

Then she retreated to the side, watching Yun Ran and Nangong Mo walk away, her gaze darkening, her eyes filled with an indecipherable glint.

Lu Qiao appeared beside her, speaking sarcastically with a false smile.

"Didn’t Sister Hong Luan’s last mistake teach you a lesson, or does Sister Lan Yi think she’s special enough for the King of Qin to look at her differently?"

Lan Yi’s expression dimmed slightly, and she gave her a glance without speaking.

Lu Qiao fanned herself with an air of coquetry, her smile full of charisma.

"Sister Lan Yi indeed has a delicate, frail beauty like a fragile flower in the wind, inviting pity."

"It’s just a pity that His Highness the King of Qin doesn’t see your tender charm. His eyes are only for his Princess."

"I wonder what exactly is so special about that Princess? She seems to be nothing more than a bit reckless and arrogant to me."

"Though she’s very beautiful, the King of Qin can’t see that, right?"

As Lu Qiao continued, she couldn’t stop talking. Lan Yi gave her a dark look and reminded her:

"Sister Hong Luan ended up in the woodshed just for slipping; are you planning to talk your way in there too?"

Lu Qiao’s smile froze, and she glared at Lan Yi in annoyance.

"You just can’t wait for me to go in, can you? That way, you can perform well in front of the Crown Prince..."

Before Lu Qiao could finish speaking, she was suddenly met with Lan Yi’s dark and cold gaze, and her heart skipped a beat, her words getting stuck in her throat.

Lan Yi stepped closer to her, lowering her voice, "This is the Prince Qin Mansion, I hope Sister Lu Qiao will think twice before speaking. If something goes wrong, no one will save you."

Under her gaze, Lu Qiao felt a chill run through her, as if she were being stared at by a venomous snake.

She retreated a few steps in panic, putting some distance between them, and snorted coldly while shaking her fan, "Who are you trying to scare? I won’t be the one messing up."

Speaking, she quickly walked out of the classroom, without looking back, as if a ghost was chasing her.

Lan Yi stood there, watching her back, her expression unreadable.

...

Yun Ran pushed Nangong Mo along the cobblestone path in the garden, admiring the beauty of the setting sun while teasing him.

"Master, were you just pretending to be cold earlier? If you were, you certainly managed it!"

The man heard this and slightly raised his chin, looking aloof.

"I am naturally like this, no need to pretend."

Yun Ran couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him, "Do you believe what you’re saying? Because I don’t!"

Nangong Mo didn’t bother to argue further. Talking about being aloof in front of Yun Ran was indeed a bit ironic.

"How’s the love token you’ve been embroidering for me coming along?"

Yun Ran: "..."

[You’re a prince and you lack a sachet?!]

[Moreover, a love token, since when do you go chasing after it yourself?]

"Almost done, I think it should be finished in about a month."

"A month?"

"Mmm. Do you think that’s too fast?"

Nangong Mo: "..."

"Well, compared to a snail, it’s much faster."

Yun Ran silently rolled her eyes again, considering the evening’s matters, she decided not to argue with him.

"By the way, I spent half a day embroidering a dog today, I’m exhausted! I’m going to bed early tonight; you’re not allowed to disturb me!"

Nangong Mo raised an eyebrow inconspicuously.

Heh... the cheeky girl, don’t think he doesn’t know what tricks she’s up to.

"You spent half a day and didn’t even finish embroidering one dog, and you have the nerve to say you’re tired?"

Yun Ran nearly couldn’t resist slapping him on the head,

"You think embroidery is easy? If you tried, you probably couldn’t even finish a dog’s leg. At least I’ve managed half a dog!"

Nangong Mo: "..."

The cheeky girl dares to be arrogant?

And she doesn’t even realize that what she’s embroidering doesn’t look like a dog at all?

If a dog looked like that, even ghosts would steer clear of it.

"Are you sure what you embroidered is a dog?"

"If it’s not a dog, could it be you?!"

Nangong Mo: "..."

If I looked like that, I’d dig a hole and bury myself right now.

...

After nightfall, Yun Ran went to bed early after dinner.

Nangong Mo, true to his word, did not disturb her.

Yun Ran checked the time and, feeling it was right, got up and changed into a set of black nightwear, then climbed out the window.

Outside, the moon was bright in the sky, and the breeze was gentle and silent.

Yun Ran took out a small round box and opened it, releasing a small silver butterfly.