Chapter 225 - Splitting Skin, Forcing King Chu Away (2/2)
Mo Xuetong firmly answered, “I’m just a third-grade official’s daughter and only want a good man at the same rank. I don’t seek fortune or power, only a peaceful life. So I must turn down your offer.”
Feng Yuxuan chased after her closely. “What if I just want you!”
“Then, I’ll split my skin to thank Your Highness’s kindness.” Though smiling, she looked cold in the eye. She s.n.a.t.c.hed something from her hair and then a sword-shaped hairpin appeared in her palm. She stabbed herself in the neck with it. Feng Yuxuan couldn’t react and only managed to grab her hand afterward. The sharp point of the hairpin had pierced through her jade-like skin, blood streaming down her jade-like neck.
“What are you doing?” Feng Yuxuan snarled while holding her hand, his heart twitching. If he should be a second slower just now, this pure girl would die before him. She was so innocent that she could make people’s hearts shake, bend, and break…
He roared. “Even if you wanted to refuse me, you shouldn’t have used such an extreme way. What if you kill yourself? Don’t you ever think about your father?”
Mo Xuetong slowly withdrew her hand from his and put on a slight smile on her face. Though pale, her jade-like pretty face made people not dare to directly stare into. “As long as Your Highness doesn’t insist any longer, I won’t hurt myself.”
The blue veins on Feng Yuxuan’s forehead bulged, and then he flung his sleeves and strode away. “You’re unreasonable!”
Mo Ye rushed to Mo Xuetong, placing a handkerchief on her neck. Luckily, she wasn’t severely hurt, and only got bruises.
Mo Ye snapped. “Miss, how could you do that? It was too dangerous.” Just now, Mo Ye stood in the distance but didn’t dare to move a bit because she was a secret guard and couldn’t be found out, especially when she was in front of King Chu. All the time, she must conform to her ident.i.ty as a normal maidservant. Hence, when Mo Xuetong rushed to stab herself, Mo Ye didn’t react timely.
“It’s OK. King Chu wouldn’t want me dead.” Mo Xuetong feebly sat down with the help of Mo Ye. She didn’t pluck the sword-shaped hairpin out. It was not too sharp, and the wound wouldn’t be lethal. Now, it was the time for selecting the crown prince, and Feng Yuxuan couldn’t risk being charged with killing an official’s daughter. As long as he stopped her, it wouldn’t threaten her life.
Mo Ye lifted the cloth and saw the wound was still bleeding. She hurried to place the handkerchief back down, pressing hard against her neck to prevent the blood from oozing out.
“What should I do then?” Mo Xuetong wryly smiled. She knew she was not a tough person and couldn’t compete with Feng Yuxuan. All she could do was surrender, and if that also failed, she might probably have to sacrifice her life.
In the last life, when she kept to herself in her own room and courtyard, she died a tragic death. In this life, she should found the game of thrones close to her, so close that she got nowhere to hide. Princess Royal, Feng Yuran, Feng Yuxuan, and Bai Yihao…
Mo Ye applied medicine to Mo Xuetong’s neck and then turned up her collar. Luckily, it was in winter and the cotton-padded coat originally had a turtleneck. It wouldn’t look strange even if her collar was up. Mo Xuetong took Mo Ye to a nearby lounge.
Just when they took a turn at a fake mountain, a man rushed toward them. Mo Xuetong was startled and hurriedly took a few steps back.
“I’m sorry to startle Third Miss Mo. Please, don’t be afraid, Third Miss Mo. I’m Consort Yu’s younger brother, Yu Mingyong.”
It turned out to be Yu Mingyong. However, though he sounded polite, his eyes were fixed on her, which was simply annoying. Mo Ye stepped forward to block Yu Mingyong’s vision.
He was just a playboy, and Mo Xuetong didn’t want to get involved with him so she turned around, ready to leave.
Yu Mingyong nearly got obsessed with the beauty before her. He only thought that this girl was so much prettier than her in the portrait. He couldn’t imagine that there was such a beauty in the world. He had seen the women from the royal harem in his elder sister’s palace. However, no one could compare with her. At that moment, he could only stare at Mo Xuetong, speechless.
Seeing Mo Xuetong about to leave, he soon collected himself and hurriedly begged. “Don’t go, Third Miss Mo.” Then, stirred by some unknown emotion, he knelt on the ground with a thump and started to tug at Mo Xuetong’s dress. “Third Miss Mo, I adore you. If I can marry you, I’ll only be loyal to you and never mess around again. I hope you can have pity on me.”
At that time, Yu Mingyong only thought if he could have such a beauty in his life, he could even die now. Those famous courtesans or belles he used to chase after didn’t even deserve to be a servant of Third Miss Mo. The first miss of Mo Manor really didn’t trick him. Third Miss Mo was the real beauty.
When First Miss Mo set her up, he should have insisted that he and Third Miss Mo had an affair instead of getting entangled with Mo Xuemin, which was still a huge blemish of his reputation even now.
This time, when he first saw Third Miss Mo at the river bank, he was dumbstruck. He must approach such a celestial being, therefore, he deliberately waited on the only way to the plum forest. As expected, Third Miss Mo gracefully walked on the path. She only brought a maidservant, and there was no other soul in sight. This was a rare chance. How could he miss it? Therefore, Yu Mingyong jumped out.
Mo Xuetong thought it ridiculous. She had just put up with Feng Yuxuan, now, someone stopped her to pour out his love for her. She thought she shouldn’t have visited the princess’s manor. Avoiding Yu Mingyong’s hand, she bit her lips and turned around to leave without a word.
“Third Miss Mo, Third Miss Mo…” Seeing Mo Xuetong leaving, Yu Mingyong didn’t want to give up and shouted. Just when he tried to pour out more of his love, he felt pain in the head and could see nothing anymore, collapsing on the ground. Behind him, a purple lambskin and grosgrain platform boot, laced with golden threads, stepped on him without hesitation, as if he had only been a carpet.
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