Chapter 9: Wrath III

  Mo Yunxuan leaned against the position and sat down, casually rolling up his sleeves, and brought the tea bowl to his lips. The door creaked open with a 'creak', he raised his black eyes, and his gaze swept past the doorway in a daze.

  The first one to enter was Jin'er, dressed in a green cheongsam. Seeing Mo Yunxuan and Luo Yufeng sitting at the low table, she immediately went forward to pay her respects with a soft voice.

  "The slave pays respects to the king, pays respects to the marquis..."

  Xia Zi Li hugged the heater, dazed at the door, her eyes glanced at Mo Yun Xuan sitting on a stool with an expressionless face. A strong sense of fear swept over her. Next to him sat a young man in a dark-colored robe, his wheat-colored eyes staring at her, forcing out a warm and gentle smile that made people feel like they were basking in the spring breeze, inexplicably making her feel at ease. However, as her gaze shifted slightly, that face which seemed not to show any gloominess made her uneasy once again.

  Mo Yunxuan lazily put down his teacup and gazed at her with his dark, waveless eyes for a long time.

  A sense of tension piled up inside her, she stood still, somewhat at a loss.

  "Come over—"

  A cold voice spoke up

  Xia Zi's heart skipped a beat, and her watery eyes were filled with panic. The dark eyes across from her, however, dimmed in an instant.

  "Come over here!"

  The tone became more imperative and the volume was turned up.

  She bit her lower lip, and tears slowly welled up in her eyes. She took a step back, her pitiful expression, her eyes looking at Mo Yunxuan were frightened as if she had seen a ghost.

  Luoyu Feng smiled elegantly upon seeing this, and it's said that women are made of water, but this woman seems to have been scooped out from the water itself. However, Moyun Xuan is indeed formidable, especially when he gets angry - not just others, even this proud and fearless Marquis of Moyun, the Houye of the State of Shuoyue, would retreat in fear.

  Although it was a short distance, Xia Ziyou walked for a long time, taking small steps, and stopped not far from him, refusing to move forward.

  Mo Yunxuan's gloomy face grew even darker as he watched her movements, the old steward who had followed his master for many years knew that this expression was a sign of great anger, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he hastily prayed that the petite and beautiful queen would not provoke the king's anger again, lest it bring disaster to the innocent.

  He cupped his ear and with a loud crash, he slapped the dwarf several times with his huge palm.

  "How many times must I tell you - 'come over' are two words you can't understand?"

  Her body trembled with fear as she heard the cold and ruthless tone, tears welling up in her eyes.

  Her arm suddenly hurt, a strong force violently pulled her, and she fell into a solid embrace. Her waist was instantly wrapped in thick iron arms.

  He tightly hugged her, his expressionless face slowly shaking off the snow on her body. His movements were gentle, but the focused expression and patient actions only Xia Ziyou could feel the intense anger emanating from each of his movements.

  She was even careful with her breathing in his arms.

  After a long time, Mo Yunxuan raised his eyes and swept them lightly over the ground, his tone light and casual.

  "What's your name"

  "In response to Master Wang's words, I am but a humble servant, named Jin'er—"

  Jin'er's head was buried in the ground, and she knelt at the foot of Mo Yunxuan's feet, her mouth corners unable to hide a slight smile. She had been in the Wang Fu for several years now, and today Master Wang finally began to pay attention to her.

  "Jin'er," he said in a light tone, his fingers lazily tousling Xia Ziyu's hair, which had been dampened by snowflakes. "For failing to serve the princess properly, from today on, you will be transferred out of Tianju Yard and reassigned to miscellaneous duties."

  "Your Highness—"

  The smile on his face disappeared in an instant, a panicked voice

  Digression

  Sweat! Originally wanted to write more, but you guys just make do with this.