As he was thinking, Feng Xuan suddenly noticed a cold gaze fixed on him, making him shiver. With righteous indignation, he said:
"My image is noble and invincible! The Princess must be joking!"
Nangong Mo let out an imperceptible cold snort, his gaze once again fixating on the wall in front of him, wondering how to deal with that impudent girl later.
Strangle? Throw her into the lake? Dig a pit and bury her? Or hang her up on a tree?
Just on the other side of the wall, Shen Weixi furrowed his brow, staring at Yun Ran with a thoughtful and worried expression.
"Yue’er, tell me the truth, did King Qin mistreat you over there?"
Yun Ran blinked gently, puzzled as to why Shen Weixi would ask such a question, "No, he’s been quite good to me. I’m not lying to you."
Yet, in Shen Weixi’s eyes, she appeared just like:
A fragile young girl, having suffered grievances, pretending to be strong and showing a forced smile to keep her friends from worrying — the very picture of pitiable sweetness.
Shen Weixi became even more resolute in his decision to whisk her away from the clutches of evil.
Prince Qin is a peerless hero, and there are countless people who worship him across the land, including her.
But he is undoubtedly not fit to be a husband, especially for a girl like Yue’er, who is soft and easily bullied.
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"Yue’er, although King Qin is somewhat cold and unfeeling towards women, he is upright in character and noble in spirit. He would never resort to something as shameless as starting chaos and then discarding someone."
Yun Ran blinked in surprise: [Who would’ve thought such a shameless dog of a man would have such a sacred and inviolable image outside?!]
"How did he handle it then? That beauty..."
"When King Qin entered, that beauty, along with the bed, flew out of the tent and suffered severe injuries."
Yun Ran: "That tragic?!"
[That’s way too brutal, right?!]
"Not only that, it was a heavily guarded military area, surrounded by soldiers. And the beauty, with her clothes completely shed, was driven mad with humiliation under so many watching eyes."
[Really quite tragic...]
[However, with the beauty fully, nakedly laid bare, Nangong Mo didn’t have a single thought?]
[Wait, he saw! He saw everything!!!]
[No way, I must go back and give him a good beating! Too much of a skirt-chaser!]
On the other side of the wall, Nangong Mo furrowed his handsome brows tightly, remembering vaguely that it happened six years ago in Jingzhou...
That woman... he swore he hadn’t seen anything! Not a single glance!
He hadn’t even reached the bedside, but had already noticed someone was there, so he simply tossed her out—anything that wasn’t meant to be seen, he didn’t look at all!
Meanwhile, Shen Weixi glanced at Yun Ran’s expression and continued to recount Nangong Mo’s romantic exploits.
"And there was once when King Qin was bathing in an outdoor lake. A woman snuck in, intending to have a romantic encounter with her dream lover, only to be smacked and sent flying by King Qin, crashing into a cliff, suffering internal injury and spitting blood, dying on the spot."
Yun Ran widened her eyes in disbelief, looking at Shen Weixi, "This—this... such a thing happened?!"
Her mind involuntarily recalled the time she secretly went in while he was taking a medicinal bath in hot springs...
[Thank heavens for sparing me from death!]
[Who would’ve thought he’d be such a Nangong Mo! So brutal and violent towards women?!]
Her mind also brought back memories of the wedding night when she disguised herself as a ghost to sneak into his room and tease him...
[Good heavens... should be thankful for his mercy in sparing her wretched life!]
Seeing her reaction, Shen Weixi thought she must have been frightened, so he reached out to wrap an arm around her shoulder to console her:
"Scared, right? King Qin, although undefeated in battle, and akin to an immortal being, is certainly a disaster for women, best to stay far away."
"Besides, all those years he’s been campaigning across the nations, do you know how many women have tried to throw themselves at him?"
"No, I don’t." Yun Ran obediently shook her head, "But I’d like to know."
Shen Weixi counted on his fingers, "Just those dancer girls commissioned by foreign envoys, spies sent by enemy nations intending to use beauty schemes—countless have tried, along with all those youthful girls from Tianchu secretly admiring him!"
"So many beauties! If not ten thousand, at least eight thousand—gentle Eastern beauties, dazzling Western beauties, seductive, pure, fiery dreams—they haven’t even managed to climb into his bed! Isn’t it strange?"
[Dog of a man! He’s been with countless women! Just how many beauties has he seen? How many romantic debts has he incurred?]
[Is this going to drive me to become a flower-destroying expert one day?!]
At that moment, Shen Weixi suddenly leaned in close to her ear, his tone gossipy yet excited, and said:
"I think our Prince Qin doesn’t like women at all!"