C139 (2/2)
”You don't have to scare me here. If you could kill me, you wouldn't have waited until now.” Mo Ranran pulled open the chair in front of the table and calmly sat down.
He even poured himself a cup of tea and sipped on it leisurely.
”If I really want to kill you, you won't live past tonight.” The Queen looked at Mo Ranran coldly.
”Then come.” Mo Ranran put down the teacup in his hand, his voice carrying provocation.
The Queen looked at Mo Ranran's face that was similar to Ye Rou's, and her face gradually twisted.
”What is it? Scared of me? Or could it be that I've hit the mark, and you don't even dare to touch me? ” Mo Ranran looked at the Empress's face and knew that his provocation had worked.
Just as the empress raised her head and was about to make a move, the guard outside the door grabbed her hand.
The Queen turned to look at the guard who had stopped her and scolded him coldly, ”What? You want to stop me? ”
”The Young Lord has instructed that other than him, no one else is to touch her.” The person guarding the door was a person of Other Shore Palace, and was not a guard of the imperial palace. Naturally, he would not be afraid of the empress.
”What if I want to touch her?!” In the imperial harem, even if she was coldly ignored by the emperor, no one would treat her in such a manner.
”Then don't blame us for being impolite.” The people from the Other Shore Palace were not afraid at all, and were not moved at all.
”Consider yourself lucky.” The Queen glared at Mo Ranran in dissatisfaction, and temporarily gave up on the idea of taking action.
She had already waited for so long, she just needed to wait for Mo Ranran to lure Mo Feiye back first. After he had solved the problem that was Mo Feiye's heart, her son would be able to successfully register himself and at that time, killing someone would not be a problem.
The empress had originally wanted to see Mo Ranran's miserable state, but didn't expect that he would turn out like this and fight back instead.
”I want to see your Young Master.” Mo Ranran waited until the Queen left before turning his gaze to the guards.
Mo Ranran knew that the Young Master these guards spoke of should be Zongzheng Xuanmo.
”Is the Young Lord someone you can see as long as you want to?” The guard's face remained expressionless.
Mo Ranran glanced at the guard, and picked up the lid of the tea cup and knocked it on the table, causing the lid to break into two.
Mo Ranran took one of the shards, and aimed it at his neck, and once again spoke. ”I want to see Zongzheng Xuanmo.”
A hint of hesitation appeared on the guards' faces.
Seeing that, Mo Ranran increased the strength in his hands, the skin on his neck was cut by the sharp edges, blood flowing out from the wound.
A rock flew through the air and struck Mo Ranran's wrist.
Mo Ranran was in pain, he released the piece in his hand, raised his head, and saw a masked Zongzheng Xuanmo dressed in black walking towards her.
Upon seeing this, the guards retreated to the sides, making room for the young lord, shouting in unison, ”Young lord.”
Zongzheng Xuanmo's gaze slowly fell upon Mo Ranran's bleeding neck, his pitch black pupils slightly flickering.
Waving his hand, he signaled the guards to retreat, and after the guards left, Zongzheng Xuanmo took out a porcelain bottle from his chest and raised his head to look at Mo Ranran.
”Come here.” It was still the same hoarse voice that was deliberately lowered, making people feel uncomfortable.
”Did you catch my dad?” Mo Ranran did not go over, but raised his eyes and looked at Zongzheng Xuanmo.
”Come and apply the medicine, I'll tell you.” Zongzheng Xuanmo was not angry because of Mo Ranran's words, his hoarse voice seemed to carry a sense of coaxing.