CHAPTER 155: CHAPTER 152: LIN WANYUE, LET ME ATTEND TO YOU TONIGHT

Yun Ran silently rolled her eyes at him, "Me, what? Am I going to be buried alive?"

The man chuckled softly, tapping her forehead with his finger, "Lin Wanyue, what are you always thinking about in that head of yours?"

Yun Ran slapped his hand away, "I’m thinking of killing you and inheriting your silver!"

Nangong Mo: "..."

The man pursed his lips, gently coaxing, "No need to kill, both the person and the silver are yours."

"Can I just have the silver?"

"..."

The man’s handsome face darkened, his eyes chillingly cold, "Lin Wanyue, you’d better pay your debt with your body first!"

After speaking, he decisively extended his evil claw, which Yun Ran slapped away.

"Last time it was pay with your body for silver owed, this time it’s your romantic affairs and again with pay with your body. Nangong Wuchi, is your head filled with thoughts of having people pay with their bodies for debts?"

"Mhm."

The man nodded, the expression on his handsome face seemed to carry a hint of pride?

Yun Ran was speechless, "Then tell me honestly, how many people have you had pay with their bodies for debts?"

Upon hearing this, the man sneered, "Lin Wanyue, do you think such opportunities are available to just anyone?"

Yun Ran looked at him, resisting the urge to roll her eyes, "So according to you, it’s still my honor then?"

"Yes."

"..."

"After all, this prince looks so good, has a good figure, strong ability, and crucially, has great techniques, many positions, lasts long; no matter how you calculate it, the consort isn’t losing out..."

Yun Ran snapped back to reality from her brief daze and reached out directly to cover his mouth, lest any more astonishing words spill from his dog-like mouth.

"Nangong Mo, how can you be so shameless?!"

"Did you train in the Faceless Art from childhood?!"

"How have you managed to live this long without being beaten to death?!"

The man laughed softly, grabbing her hand and kissing it near his lips, "It’s late, Lin Wanyue, I will serve you tonight."

Yun Ran: "..."

[How can a prince say such words about serving someone?!]

[This shameless dog man!]

And the shameless man had already begun to untie her dress.

Yun Ran was about to kick him off the bed when her face suddenly changed, her brow furrowed, and she let out a soft moan from her mouth before biting her lower lip.

Nangong Mo looked up at her, slightly nervous, "Lin Wanyue, what’s wrong?"

Yun Ran bit her lip, shaking her head gently.

Remembering he couldn’t see, she opened her mouth, "I’m... fine."

Nangong Mo initially suspected Yun Ran was pretending to trick him into stopping, but her voice sounded weak, as if suppressing some kind of pain.

Nangong Mo frowned, quickly reaching out to touch her forehead, "Lin Wanyue, where does it hurt?"

Not hot, the temperature from the palm even seemed a bit cool.

Under the warm candlelight, the girl’s face appeared somewhat pale, her delicate brows furrowed, eyes slightly closed, lips biting, as if enduring great pain.

A thin layer of sweat visibly formed on her fair forehead, slightly wetting the strands of hair before it.

Nangong Mo’s heart clenched, almost frantically urgent, "Feng Xuan, go call the household doctor! Quickly!"

Outside, Feng Xuan, hearing the urgency in his voice, dared not delay even a moment, rushing at the fastest speed toward the household doctor’s residence.

In the room, Yun Ran grabbed Nangong Mo’s clothes, gently shaking her head, "Nangong Mo, I’m not sick, no need to call the household doctor..."

The words came out intermittently, voice as faint as a whisper.

The man’s eyes were filled with a deep tenderness, as he lifted a hand to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead, softly comforting her, "Lin Wanyue, don’t talk, the household doctor will be here soon, don’t be afraid, this prince is here."

Yun Ran opened her mouth, trying to speak, but a bout of intense cramping made her moan softly, then she bit her lip hard, body curling into a ball.

And on her head, sweat like rain soaked her hair, even moistening her collar.

The slightly disheveled wet hair only made her face appear pale as paper.

Always calm and collected on the battlefield, facing a million-strong enemy army without batting an eye, yet at this moment, the man was flustered, losing his usual composure.

"Household doctor!"

With inner strength infused, his voice resounded like a dragon’s roar, piercing the dark night wind, echoing across the entire residence.

The hidden guards, alarmed, not knowing what was happening, some headed toward Tingxue Pavilion, while others rushed to the household doctor.

Inside the room, Nangong Mo was in a panic and urgency, checking Yun Ran’s body from top to bottom.

He didn’t know where she felt uncomfortable, but he knew she was in pain right now.

He didn’t know what was happening to her?

He didn’t understand medicine, couldn’t check her pulse, could only inspect for external injuries? Internal injuries? Or illness? Or something else?

He saw no wounds, but her body felt so cold!

The temperature seemed to be rapidly declining, a chilling cold that caused alarm and panic!

He couldn’t help but hold her in his arms, opening his robes to let her press against his scorching chest, trying his best to warm her with his body.

Furthermore, he placed his palm on her back, continuously delivering True Qi into her body.

"Lin Wanyue, hold on a little longer, the household doctor will be here soon."

Yun Ran felt a warm current flowing into her body from the back, circulating through her veins to every part of her body.

Like a warm breeze whisking through the icy land, dispelling some of the chill.

Yun Ran grabbed his clothes, "Nangong Mo... it hurts..."

Nangong Mo’s heart clenched, as if thumped by a heavy hammer.

He nervously checked her, "Where does it hurt?"

"Stomach... legs... waist... heart... head... mind... everywhere hurts..."

The more Nangong Mo listened, the more alarmed he became, brows furrowing, eyes filled with a stormy tempest.

He hurriedly touched her head, her heart, her waist...

Then he heard Yun Ran’s faint voice say, "Nangong Mo... I feel... I’m going to die..."

In that instant, the man’s eyes turned red, a murderous aura surged like a storm, carrying a destructive rage.

Prince!

"Lin Wanyue, nothing will happen to you! This prince won’t let you die."

The man’s voice was hoarse; if you listened closely, you could hear a barely noticeable tremor.

His hand again pressed against her back, pouring True Qi into her.

The girl in his arms was ghastly pale, lips tightly pursed with no color, her hands clutching the fabric at her waist and abdomen, her body trembling slightly.

Despite her best efforts to endure, soft moans filled with pain still escaped her lips.

Nangong Mo recalled her words about headaches, leg pain, waist pain, stomach pain, now seeing her tightly clutching her stomach...

His gaze tightened, reaching out to gently and carefully move her hand aside, then quickly lifted her dress...

Straight away, his expression changed dramatically, eyes fixated on the striking red stain on her white inner skirt, breathing paused.

At that moment, his heart seemed tumultuous.

Had she been injured?!

Nangong Mo couldn’t afford hesitation, reaching out to lift her skirt, intending to check her injury.

Yun Ran instinctively tried to stop him, "Nangong Mo, don’t..."

"Lin Wanyue, you’re injured! Don’t move, let me see."

Nangong Mo grabbed Yun Ran’s hand with one hand and lifted the last layer of her dress with the other...

Her slender, snow-white legs became visible, straight and long, and the blood-stained undergarment.

Nangong Mo’s breath paused, his expression briefly dazed, as if suddenly realizing something...

And Yun Ran was also staring at him, her eyes slightly wide open, a hint of disbelief, "Nangong Mo? You? You... can see?"