Chapter 35: Showing Off Invites a Lightning Strike

With such a pitiful look, no one could bear to refuse her request!

Yet, Mo Yiran remained unmoved, staring at Yuan Qian'er without a word, not even sparing Zhao Suyan a glance.

Yuan Qian'er glared at Mo Yiran and said, "Why are you looking at me? The young lady is talking to you! The least you could do is respond!"

"You girl, dumping this mess on me. If you don't want to play along, just kill them!" Mo Yiran continued to ignore Zhao Suyan, his eyes fixed solely on Yuan Qian'er.

"You cannot kill him! My Prince, I beg you, show mercy and spare my brother. I, Suyan, kneel before you!" Zhao Suyan plopped to her knees, hoping to elicit some sympathy, but Mo Yiran still paid her no mind.

"Prince, even if my brother made a mistake in a moment of confusion, isn't Miss Qian'er perfectly fine? Miss Qian'er, you wouldn't have the heart to kill my brother, would you?" Seeing that Mo Yiran was unmoved, Consort Zhao turned to ask Yuan Qian'er instead.

"Mm-hmm, that's right! I'm so kind-hearted, how could I kill anyone? Right?" Yuan Qian'er replied with a brilliant smile.

The two Zhao sisters breathed a sigh of relief, thinking the matter was settled, but Yuan Qian'er’s next words made them want to kill her on the spot.

"Someone, take Mo Yiran's verbal order to the Imperial Hospital, get a bottle of aphrodisiac, and have Zhao Mingyu consume it. Use the largest, strongest dose, then dump him in the pigsty outside the palace and lock him in for the night. Whoever dares to let him out without authorization will face the consequences!" Yuan Qian'er commanded the eunuchs and palace maids. She then turned to Consort Zhao with a smug look and said, "See how kind I am? I'm helping your brother solve his physiological problems. Haha, don't thank me—I charge for my services!"

Consort Zhao’s face twisted with rage. She spat out, "You bitch, you won't have a good—" Before she could finish the word "death," a gust of wind from a palm strike swept across her face. It was Mo Yiran.

Mo Yiran looked at Consort Zhao with cold arrogance. "Is she someone you are allowed to curse? You disagree? You can choose to take his place or go with him!"

Consort Zhao clutched her face, glaring at Yuan Qian'er with venomous eyes. She reached for a nearby stone to throw at her, but Zhao Suyan grabbed her arm and whispered in her ear, "Sister, hold back. Prince Mo is here; we cannot touch her now. As long as the green hills remain, there will be firewood to burn."

Zhao Suyan had lowered her voice, but Mo Yiran, with his profound martial arts skills, heard every word. He gave Zhao Suyan a deep look; it seemed he would need to keep an eye on this woman's movements from now on.

After hearing Zhao Suyan's advice, Consort Zhao calmed down. Zhao Suyan stepped forward, putting on a fawning expression, and said to Yuan Qian'er, "Thank you, sister, for your mercy. May I ask which family you are from, so we may bring my brother to apologize at your door another day?"

Seeing Zhao Suyan acting so sensible and submissive in front of Mo Yiran, Yuan Qian'er said languidly, "Don't act high and mighty, or you'll be struck by lightning! Mo Yiran, let's go."

After recovering from the shock of Yuan Qian'er's words, Zhao Suyan watched them walk away and hissed at their backs, "Bitch, I won't let you get away with this! Just you wait!"

She helped Consort Zhao back to the palace and immediately ordered an investigation into Yuan Qian'er's background. The result was that Yuan Qian'er had been brought into the Prince Mo estate by Mo Yiran himself, and her identity remained a mystery.

It was indeed a mystery, for only the siblings Bing Qinghua and Bing Qingwan, along with the members of the Kuangmo faction, knew that Yuan Qian'er was the granddaughter of the Grandmaster of Taihe.

Consort Zhao scoffed, "So she's just a wild girl, acting so arrogant because she's shielded by Prince Mo. It seems I must deal with her properly and teach her a lesson."

She turned to Zhao Suyan and said, "Don't you like Prince Mo? Find an opportunity to get close to him and make him care for you. Remember, you must make him fall for you. Once that happens, we can deal with that bitch however we please!"

A terrifying, cold light flickered in Zhao Suyan's eyes as she nodded. "Sister, you don't need to tell me that; I already know. Rest assured, Prince Mo will be mine sooner or later."