Translator: Paperplane
Outside, Liu Rushuang walked straight ahead and entered the palanquin from the side.
Nangong Ba stepped inside with a loving smile on his face and said, “Sweetheart, in the future, if there’s anywhere you would like to go with me, just say it and I’ll definitely take you there.”
Liu Rushuang felt a little uncomfortable with her bound hands and grunted flatly in silence.
Slap her once, then give her a sweet? Hell no was she going to just accept that!
…
In the late afternoon, when Liu Rushuang and Nangong Ba were dining…
Two men in blue suddenly walked in with a very pretty girl in shackles.
This woman wore a dark pink shawl over her shoulders and a long pink dress with peonies that wrapped around her breasts and tightened around her waist. Her hair was partly tied up into two buns on either side of her head with long flowing ink-black hair down to her waist, and light pink pear blossom hairpins with tassels and sapphires. Her face was round like a goose egg and she had flirtatious eyes of a fairy. She had a tall nose bridge and soft red lips. She looked prettier than those maids dressed in red.
“Milord, I have captured Miss. Lin,” reported the man in blue.
Nangong Ba waved his hand, then his men in blue left, leaving Lin Yimei behind.
Lin Yimei struggled out of the man in blue’s grip, then glared at Liu Rushuang and Qing’Er in anger. “Cousin, why are those two whores dining with you?”
Without the slightest hesitation, Liu Rushuang hurled a palm at Lin Yimei with a hint of ferocity in her eyes.
All of a sudden, Lin Yimei fell back and onto the floor, then cough up blood. At the same time, Liu Rushuang furiously gritted his teeth in hatred as she cried, “I won’t let you off for that!”
“Enough, cousin. Go and get some rest. Attend the banquet with me tomorrow,” Nangong Ba said with a chilling voice.
Lin Yimei forcefully shook her head and rejected his offer. “Cousin, you know that I’ve always loved you. I won’t marry that Emperor.”
“Cousin, these are your father’s wishes. You should follow them,” said Nangong Ba with furrowed brows.
“No, I won’t listen to my father. I know that my father never treated you well, but I didn’t! Cousin, won’t you please marry me?” Lin Yimei said, flustered with pleading eyes.
Nangong Ba felt a little impatient and cried, “Men, take the young miss outside and watch that she doesn’t run away.”
“Yes,” replied two men in blue, as they proceeded to take Lin Yimei outside.
Lin Yimei wanted to retaliate but she was injured, so she glared viciously at Liu Rushuang again. That wench actually dared hurt her?
Nangong Ba shook his head helplessly, then flatly said, “Yimei is my second uncle’s daughter. My second uncle asked to present Yimei to the Emperor of Beiming tomorrow at the royal banquet.”
Liu Rushuang’s eyes lit up when she heard about the royal banquet. It just so happens that she had to speak with Han Moze, so she flatly replied, “I want to go to tomorrow’s royal banquet too.”
Nangong Ba nodded and replied with an “alright.”
He wanted to find a way to get whatever Shuang’Er love. He must capture Shuang’Er’s heart!
Liu Rushuang glanced emotionlessly at Nangong Ba’s affectionate eyes and felt a strange sensation in her heart.
“I want to see my maid and my men,” she continued to request.
“Alright, is there anything else you want to do?” Nangong Ba agreed without hesitation.
“Nope,” Liu Rushuang said flatly.
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After Liu Rushuang finished her meal, she went into a room to find that Qing’Er, Mo Ye and the others bound by their hands and feet with gold silk.
The assassins saw Liu Rushuang and immediately kneeled. “Greetings milady!”
“Rise,” Liu Rushuang said flatly.
“Yes, milady.”
“Young Miss, are you alright?” asked Qing’Er worriedly, as she shifted her body.