Chapter 15: Your Highness, I’m Good at This

“Your Highness, those young girls have no experience; consider me—I’m excellent!” a woman nearing her thirties called out.

“Pfft, hahahaha, what kind of people are these? Are women in ancient times all this desperate? Your Highness, she says she’s excellent—do you need her?” Yuan Qian’er laughed at the phrase “excellent.” Although ancient times were conservative in thought, when faced with a handsome man, their behavior was even more uninhibited than that of modern people.

Mo Yiran raised an eyebrow at this remark. Was she trying to push me away? It seemed necessary to give this little girl a warning. He fixed his gaze on Yuan Qian’er, smiled slightly, leaned close, and whispered into her ear, “Yuan Qian’er, don’t forget you’re a woman too. If I needed them, I wouldn’t be looking elsewhere. Isn’t there a great beauty sitting right in front of me?”

Yuan Qian’er’s face instantly flushed with a deep red, thinking: This is blatant teasing! As a modern woman, being teased like this is unacceptable. She must strike back or lose face. With that thought, she lifted her face, wrapped her arms around Mo Yiran’s neck, smiled warmly, and said, “Your Highness, I’m even better! But I only serve women, not men! Sorry!” As she spoke, she flirtatiously blinked and blew him a kiss.

Mo Yiran was stunned by her sudden move. He had expected that teasing her would make her too shy to speak so boldly or push him away so openly. He thought she’d blush and shyly say, “You’re so mean!” But instead, she countered with this. It made him both adore and be frustrated by her—he loved Yuan Qian’er’s uniqueness but was annoyed by her utter lack of caution.

He reached out, pulled Yuan Qian’er into his arms, and sat her on his lap. Grabbing her chin, he sternly said, “Yuan Qian’er, you’re not allowed to be so close with other men, let alone flirt and blow kisses. You’re such a fool, with no sense of danger. What if they can’t control themselves? You’re playing with fire, do you understand?”

Yuan Qian’er shrank back under his intense gaze, lowering her head and saying, “Uh, I know, I wasn’t thinking. It’s all your fault—you started teasing me first.”

“I can tease you and don’t mind if you tease me back—I have boundaries. But not in front of other men, got it? Other men are wolves; I’m just a little lamb in wolf’s clothing.” Mo Yiran’s boldness was remarkable—he was slowly luring Yuan Qian’er deeper into his trap.

In matters of the heart, Yuan Qian’er was always innocent, so she nodded, finding his words reasonable. Mo Yiran was a gentleman; their playful teasing was harmless between themselves, but others wouldn’t understand, so she needed to be more careful in the future. Smiling brightly, she said, “I know I was wrong. I promise it won’t happen again, no repeats, no repeats!”

Mo Yiran smiled slyly. He had successfully tricked Qian’er into his snare and now had every reason to tease her. He needed to pursue this girl quickly.

At this moment, one couldn’t help but wonder, Yiran, where is your noble, idealized image? How did you turn into a sly old man in just a second? Give me back my hero!

After a while, the carriage arrived at the Mo mansion gate. Mo Yiran was the first to step down, then reached out to help Yuan Qian’er off the carriage. The crowd that followed gasped and whispered excitedly, “Hey, look! Isn’t that the exhibitionist from yesterday?”

“Yeah, she was taken away by Lord Mo then, and now she’s back with him. Nobody knows where she’s from, but Lord Mo is personally receiving her.”

“Hmph, what kind of background does an exhibitionist have? If you ask me, she’s a seductress who’s bewitched Lord Mo,” a jealous girl muttered, tarnishing Yuan Qian’er’s reputation.

“Exactly, a seductress,” others echoed.

And so, just upon returning to the capital, Yuan Qian’er had become the number one rival in love among the young ladies. Her talent for stirring up enmity was truly exceptional!