His white cheongsam was almost transparent under the sunlight, and a light blue inner garment with a high collar could be indistinctly seen. There were even several lotus flowers embroidered on the high collar using gold thread.
Even though his clothes were extremely extravagant, this young sir had extremely torpid eyes, as if he would faint next second.
Mo Lian raised an eyebrow.
Even though this was the first time he saw this person, his appearance matched up with someone in his pamphlet of Divine Province relatives.
The Vassal Prince of Jianping, Mo Kun.
The Vassal King of Jianping was Imperial Father’s youngest brother who lived in the capital of the Divine Province throughout the year.
Speaking of which, this Vassal Prince of Jianping would be his younger cousin…
What reason made him come down personally to the Shuntian Prefecture?
However, his resplendent accessories could not cover up his sickly countenance that stemmed from overindulgence.
The Vassal Prince of Jianping, Mo Kun, walked step by step down the stairs to where Qiao Mu and Mo Lian were. He sized up Qiao Mu. “Rather good-looking, but with an unimpressive temper. Forget it, this young sir will be benevolent and take you in! It’ll just require some discpline after bringing you back!”
Mo Lian: !
Feng Chen: …
The Little Despot, Dao Wuji, and the others were all gazing at the Vassal Prince of Jianping like he was a moron.
Was this person a bit tired of living?
Was it not good to keep on living? Why did he have to go provoke Crown Prince Mo!
Shuntian Prefecture’s prefecture lord hastily stood up with an obsequious smile. He introduced to Qiao Mu and Mo Lian, “This is the Divine Province Emperor’s nephew, the Vassal Prince of Jianping Mo Kun.”
The Little Despot: …
Feng Chen: …
They both gave this Vassal Prince of Jianping looks of pity.
He was so young, yet his life was already about to come to an end!
How pitiable and woeful was that.
Unfortunately, they would love to help but couldn’t do so!
They could only watch the drama to relieve their boredom…
After dressing the child’s leg wounds, she fed him a pill before patting his head. “It’s fine now.”
“Thank you, Miss!” Meng Mai had also recognized whom this little lady was by now.
It was the miss he guided to the terrestrial whale that day in the small market at the entrance to Shuntian Prefecture.
Little Meng Mai bowed to Qiao Mu extremely gratefully and repeatedly thanked the little lady for her saving grace.
If not for this noble miss who rescued him once again, he probably wouldn’t have survived that brutal beating!
As he was still standing in front of everyone, Mo Kun’s originally complacent expression had now turned extremely ugly.
“Darn lass, did you hear what I said?” The Vassal Prince of Jianping, Mo Kun, glared angrily at Qiao Mu and threatened, “Do you know who I am?”
How dare you slight me!? The Vassal Prince of Jianping, Mo Kun, was enraged.
*Slap!* Suddenly, an icy and bone-chilling palm gripped Mo Kun’s neck.
Mo Lian glanced at him coldly for a moment before smirking, “The Vassal Prince of Jianping, Mo Kun, is it?”
The Little Despot, Feng Chen, and the others who were looking on were inwardly excited.
It’s coming, it’s coming, it’s coming! Crown Prince Mo was going to give this squirt a memorable lesson!
“You, what do you want to do?” After suddenly finding his neck in someone else’s clutches, the Vassal Prince of Jianping was afraid to say any more nonsense. He shouted agitatedly with a flushed face, “You, you let go, let go!”
He was the nephew of the Divine Province Emperor, the son of the Vassal King of Jianping. How, how could some insignificant small fry hold him up so impertinently by the neck?
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His white cheongsam was almost transparent under the sunlight, and a light blue inner garment with a high collar could be indistinctly seen. There were even several lotus flowers embroidered on the high collar using gold thread.
Even though his clothes were extremely extravagant, this young sir had extremely torpid eyes, as if he would faint next second.
Mo Lian raised an eyebrow.
Even though this was the first time he saw this person, his appearance matched up with someone in his pamphlet of Divine Province relatives.
The Vassal Prince of Jianping, Mo Kun.
The Vassal King of Jianping was Imperial Father’s youngest brother who lived in the capital of the Divine Province throughout the year.
Speaking of which, this Vassal Prince of Jianping would be his younger cousin…
What reason made him come down personally to the Shuntian Prefecture?
However, his resplendent accessories could not cover up his sickly countenance that stemmed from overindulgence.
The Vassal Prince of Jianping, Mo Kun, walked step by step down the stairs to where Qiao Mu and Mo Lian were. He sized up Qiao Mu. “Rather good-looking, but with an unimpressive temper. Forget it, this young sir will be benevolent and take you in! It’ll just require some discpline after bringing you back!”
Mo Lian: !
Feng Chen: …
The Little Despot, Dao Wuji, and the others were all gazing at the Vassal Prince of Jianping like he was a moron.
Was this person a bit tired of living?
Was it not good to keep on living? Why did he have to go provoke Crown Prince Mo!
Shuntian Prefecture’s prefecture lord hastily stood up with an obsequious smile. He introduced to Qiao Mu and Mo Lian, “This is the Divine Province Emperor’s nephew, the Vassal Prince of Jianping Mo Kun.”
The Little Despot: …
Feng Chen: …
They both gave this Vassal Prince of Jianping looks of pity.
He was so young, yet his life was already about to come to an end!
How pitiable and woeful was that.
Unfortunately, they would love to help but couldn’t do so!
They could only watch the drama to relieve their boredom…
After dressing the child’s leg wounds, she fed him a pill before patting his head. “It’s fine now.”
“Thank you, Miss!” Meng Mai had also recognized whom this little lady was by now.
It was the miss he guided to the terrestrial whale that day in the small market at the entrance to Shuntian Prefecture.
Little Meng Mai bowed to Qiao Mu extremely gratefully and repeatedly thanked the little lady for her saving grace.
If not for this noble miss who rescued him once again, he probably wouldn’t have survived that brutal beating!
As he was still standing in front of everyone, Mo Kun’s originally complacent expression had now turned extremely ugly.
“Darn lass, did you hear what I said?” The Vassal Prince of Jianping, Mo Kun, glared angrily at Qiao Mu and threatened, “Do you know who I am?”
How dare you slight me!? The Vassal Prince of Jianping, Mo Kun, was enraged.
*Slap!* Suddenly, an icy and bone-chilling palm gripped Mo Kun’s neck.
Mo Lian glanced at him coldly for a moment before smirking, “The Vassal Prince of Jianping, Mo Kun, is it?”
The Little Despot, Feng Chen, and the others who were looking on were inwardly excited.
It’s coming, it’s coming, it’s coming! Crown Prince Mo was going to give this squirt a memorable lesson!
“You, what do you want to do?” After suddenly finding his neck in someone else’s clutches, the Vassal Prince of Jianping was afraid to say any more nonsense. He shouted agitatedly with a flushed face, “You, you let go, let go!”
He was the nephew of the Divine Province Emperor, the son of the Vassal King of Jianping. How, how could some insignificant small fry hold him up so impertinently by the neck?
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