CHAPTER 320: CHAPTER 307: HUNTING GROUNDS (PART 2)

She protected Lin Zhu’er in front of her, looking at Shen Weixi with a delicate expression, "Weixi, don’t bother with Zhu’er. She just has a naturally loose tongue and didn’t mean to insult you."

Lin Zhu’er hid behind Lin Yanran, looking utterly fearless, baring her teeth and claws at Shen Weixi arrogantly.

Shen Weixi’s face was stern, her gaze sharp as a knife pointed at Lin Zhu’er, "Lin Yanran, step aside and let her come over to apologize to Yue’er!"

"You want me to apologize to that jinx? Not a chance!"

Shen Weixi furrowed her brow, attempting to reach past Lin Yanran to grab Lin Zhu’er.

Lin Zhu’er, like a monkey, swiftly dodged behind Lin Haoran, "Brother, save me!"

And Lin Yanran timely pulled Shen Weixi back, "Weixi, what Zhu’er said was indeed inappropriate, but her intentions were good."

"When sister was learning to ride, she would always fall. After falling numerous times, she got scared and cried, refusing to learn anymore. Father felt sorry for her and agreed to her request, so actually, sister’s riding skills are..."

"Seeing her ride a horse today was quite a shock for us all! Zhu’er was genuinely worried, and that’s why she spoke out of turn."

Lin Yanran’s voice was soft and sweet, her words tactful, even somewhat pleasant, leading many around to whisper and exchange curious glances at Yun Ran.

Shen Weixi’s face turned dark, her eyes fixed intensely on Lin Yanran, suppressing a surge of anger.

Isn’t this purposely saying in front of everyone that her Yue’er is stupid, unable to learn horse riding, so fragile and headstrong that she simply quit?

Never have I seen such malicious slander! Clearly harboring bad intentions, yet pretending to be a kind and affectionate sister.

Lin Yanran had already turned towards Yun Ran, her elaborately made-up face full of concern, "Sister, the hunting grounds are really too dangerous, not the place for you. I’ve arranged a carriage to escort you back to the capital."

"And as for King Qin, how could he let sister come here alone to such a perilous place? If something were to happen to sister, what could be done?"

Something happen? Haha! Isn’t that right? On the long journey back to the capital, anything might happen; who knows what accidents could occur on the road?

Thinking this, Lin Yanran elegantly took steps towards Yun Ran, wanting to hold her hand to send her off one last time, to personally escort her to the underworld.

But just after taking two steps, a swift wind swept by, and Shen Weixi had already blocked her path, shouting with conviction:

"Rubbish!"

"Yue’er’s riding skills are far beyond yours!"

"Instead of wasting time here fabricating stories, you’d better practice your riding skills. Otherwise, if your horse stumbles later, public embarrassment is minor, but if you fall and something happens, what would be done then?"

Lin Yanran abruptly halted, having to look up at Shen Weixi due to the height difference.

Although she tried hard to maintain a graceful demeanor, her hands hidden in her sleeves had already clenched into fists.

This damned Shen Weixi! Dare to speak such vulgar words to her in public!

These people are descendants of nobility, esteemed ladies, prominent families in the capital; Shen Weixi may not care about reputation, but she does!

Seeing Lin Yanran’s awkward situation, Lin Haoran’s heart ached for his sister, and he moved forward a few steps, standing in front of Shen Weixi, protectively shielding Lin Yanran.

"Miss Shen, your words are a bit too harsh."

"Lin Wanyue is my sister. Whether she can ride or not, I, as her brother, know far better than an outsider."

Feng Xuan was perplexed but dared not ask much, glancing at his master’s clothing, and thoughtfully stepped forward, "Master, shall I assist you in changing clothes?"

Nangong Mo cast a glance, coldly rejecting his offer of service.

"Where is the Princess Consort?"

Feng Xuan: As soon as he woke, he was eager to find the Princess Consort; perhaps this is what people mean by not meeting for a day being like three autumns!

"Reporting, the Princess Consort went out early this morning."

"Where did she go?"

"The Princess Consort said she was going to have some nice outfits made for you, probably at Jinxiu Workshop and Zhiyi Pavilion."

Feeling good? Happy?

But Feng Xuan did not see any joy or excitement on his master’s face; instead, he noticed his brow furrow, his eyes flickering with intensity, a chilling aura enveloping him.

"Master, you..."

Feng Xuan instinctively sensed something was off, unable to pinpoint it for a moment, his gaze wandering until he saw a letter pressed on the table, "Master, there’s a letter there!"

Upon reporting, Feng Xuan already drifted over to retrieve the letter, presenting it to Nangong Mo, but accidentally glimpsed a drawing of a dog on the envelope...

"Huh? Is that Bai drawn here? It doesn’t seem quite..."

Before the word "seem" could leave his mouth, the letter was snatched away by Nangong Mo, who coldly threw out two words:

"Leave!"

Feng Xuan: "...Understood!"

Nangong Mo held the envelope, his gaze fixed on the dog’s head drawing, gritting his teeth silently.

Last time she painted a portrait of him, which looked identical to this dog...

Upon opening the letter, Nangong Mo’s already somber face turned black as a pot bottom.

The letter held only a few words, the handwriting bold and flowing, reading three lines:

You are dismissed!

I’m leaving!

Farewell in the Jianghu, never to meet again~~ A dog’s head was drawn at the end of this sentence.

Nangong Mo: "..."

Excellent!

Last night she actually drugged him while he slept, making him sleep until this hour, just to run away!

Ha! What a fantasy!

"Someone come!"

Hearing the summon, Feng Xuan quickly floated in, "Master, I’m here! What are your orders?"

"Go to the General’s residence, see if Shen Weixi is home."

"Huh?"