Chapter 43: Who was the Real King? (1/2)

Translator: Dongqi Nangong

Proofreader: Prof. Zhu Yuan

Never knowing that she had been in big trouble, Ruan Jiujiu was still in a good mood now.

There were two reasons why she came back with Beiming Xaun this time. The first, she had no choice but to obey his order; the second, she must depend on Beiming Xuan, who was so powerful, so that she could revenge for her sufferings and insults these years.

Looking at the frightening face of Ruan Qingqing, she was really comfortable.

“My sweat sister, I would like to show my great gratitude to you that sent me to the Yun Palace. By the way, the Lord Ming is also very grateful to you!”

Ruan Jiujiu’s eyes squinted with laughter, and the brighter her smile was, the more chilling Ruan Qingqing could feel.

Not to mention what she had done to Ruan Jiujiu before, she clearly caught the profound meaning from her last words, which was also very vicious.

The Lord Ming was also very grateful to her?

What Beiming Xuan resented most was women who courted him assiduously, and he was not a fool that would believe the blandishments of Ruan Jiujiu. If he was let know that it was her idea to send Ruan Jiujiu to Yun Palace for taking advantages of him, he would kill her mercilessly.

Ruan Qingqing was not afraid of Ruan Jiujiu, but of the man behind her.

She clenched her teeth, body trembling, and fell down on the ground.

Her reaction surprised Ruan Jiujiu a bit.

But she smiled then, and renewed a new understanding of Beiming Xuan’s power.

It seemed that having Beiming Xuan as her backer, she could achieve something.

Actually she didn’t realize that her image in others’ eyes had a complete change.

Although she made a trap for Ruan Qingqing on the street that day, it was not an event to others.

But from this moment, she was a hero who saved Beiming Xuan’s life instead of the useless Miss Ruan from Ruan Clan. People could sense her difference by seeing her standing there.

Looking at Ruan Qingqing, who was lying on the ground, Ruan Jiujiu was so proud that she was about to step on her, but a cold scolding burst out, “Enough!”

So icy cold!

This word was like a knife made by ice, making her dumb in a flash, and her face was stiff too.

She looked around, but found others having no response. It turned out that Beiming Xuan was using a secret sound to scold her specially.

Niggard, can’t you see her so giddy?

It is your idea that puts me in the spot-light! I just use your power to frighten her!

Ruan Jiujiu complained in her mind, but not dared to say a single word out. Then she smiled like a loyal servant and stood aside, “Please, my lord.”

Suddenly, everyone became quiet, and they could even hear the sound of a needle falling on the ground.

Beiming Xuan, the Lord Ming was coming out!

The curtain of his coach lifted, and a man in the black was stepping out, who was caught by every one’s expectant eyes.

In the backlight, this mighty ice-cold man standing there like a perfect sculpture without a word or a move, and his momentum awed everyone there.

His dignity was as honorable as the divine god!

His arrogance was as cold as the thousand years iceberg!

This man, a walking legend, dazzled all of them and made them willing to worship.

“Long live the Lord Ming!” Their calling was louder than the thunder, ringing through clouds, and their fanaticism was like a prairie fire, enough to burn everything!