Chapter Eighteen: The King of Ning Arrives

  "Ow... Ow..."

  A faint pain spread from his lips, and her slender eyebrows were tightly knitted in agony. Her sorrowful eyes lingered on the man who had buried his head in her chest.

  A faint voice repeatedly escaped from the small, bright red lips.

  After a long time, he finally raised his eyes to look at her calmly, with an icy gaze, while Xia Zi's two delicate eyebrows were furrowed together, and her small face was covered in pain.

  "Dare you still run out alone in the future?"

  Her bright eyes sparkled with tears, her innocent expression gazing at him through tears, shaking her head.

  The faint signs of relief finally appeared between his eyebrows.

  Suddenly, there was a faint noise outside the door.

  "Who?" A cold, stern voice rebuked, Mo Yunxuan's sharp gaze shot straight towards the door. Xia Ziqi still didn't know what was happening, and quickly wrapped her half-naked body with the fox fur that had fallen to her waist. Mo Yunxuan's other sleeve mouth swept across the desk like a gust of wind, and the long pen holder flew out of his hand like a sharp dagger, driven by a strong palm wind. A faint light flashed in sight, and in an instant, the door was opened. The pen holder accurately inserted into the gap between the doors, making a muffled sound. Although it was just a soft brush tip, it was as if a sharp blade had been inserted into the solid wood, one inch deep, blocking the face that was about to appear.

  The person at the door stood still for a moment, then flashed a captivating smile and pushed it open with great force.

  Xia Zi's eyes moved over, and the amber-colored eyes reflected a man's face with clear contours, two thick and straight eyebrows, bright and spirited eyes, a smile that was not quite a smile, a handsome face with a few more points of arrogance, black python robe, ink jade belt hook, cyan python thick-soled boots.

  "Lao Ba, I've finally come to your Yan Wang Fu after great difficulty, and you plan to treat me like this?"

  The newcomer didn't stand on ceremony, striding across the living room in a few steps and selecting a chair to sit down in. He leaned his languid body back against the backrest, turned his head, and gazed sideways at Mo Yun Xuan sitting upright at the desk.

  Mo Yunxuan slightly hooked the corner of her lips, her black eyes sparkling with an inexplicable light, her thin lips exuding an inexpressible charm, and she leaned forward slightly. With a leisurely air,

  "The Third Prince has arrived at my Yan Wang Fu in the middle of the night, I wonder what brings him here?! Since he's already here, why not have his subordinates announce his presence first?"

  Third Imperial Brother? Xia Ziyu's eyes widened suddenly in his arms, the Third Imperial Brother of Moyun Xuan, wasn't that the legendary Ning Wang with a great reputation.

  Ning Wang, also a figure who changed the color of the conversation in the country of Mu Xuan, this person is cunning and arbitrary, with extremely cruel and ruthless means, and his powerful power makes it impossible for anyone in the court to question his actions.

  Xia Zi's curious gaze lingered on the newcomer for a while, and only when she looked up did she notice that those deep eyes were also fixed on her face. The dense cold light carried a hint of inquiry, and some astonishment. She immediately turned her head, her hand tightly grasping the front of Mo Yun Xuan's clothes, burying her face in his chest. She had forgotten how repelled she was by Mo Yun Xuan just now, and all she wanted to do was escape. Now, being in his arms made her feel incredibly at ease, without even realizing it.

  The person in her arms seemed to have moved, and her black eyes slightly drooped. The arm wrapped around her body slightly retracted upwards, tightly holding her entire body in her embrace.

  "It's too much trouble to send someone to announce me, so I'll just come in myself. Looks like I've disturbed Eighth Brother's pleasure."

  Elbow lazily propped on the armrest, fingers carelessly pressed against the chin, index finger lightly tracing the dimples of the lower jaw, with a teasing tone.

  Mo Yunxuan's expression turned gloomy

  "Come on in—"

  A black figure quickly flashed in from outside the door and knelt down on the ground.

  "What instructions does the king have?"

  "Take the princess down to arrange for her meal and bath—"

  "Obey orders——"

  A light kiss as thin as a butterfly's wing gently landed on her forehead, and in an instant, she saw the black pupils filled with cold tenderness. Xia Ziyou's stunned gaze continued to look up, but Mo Yunxuan had already let go of her, his eyes returning to their usual indifference.

  Lowering his head, he tightly wrapped the fox fur around him and came down from his arms, Xia Ziyu left under the escort of the guards.

  "If placed in Drunken Spring Breeze, it should be able to earn a lot of silver for the king, right?" The infatuated and fascinated gaze followed, accompanied by a faint sense of melancholy.

  Mo Yunxuan's lips curled up into a faint smile

  "If you dare to bring Xia Ziyu into the Drunken Spring Breeze, I, the king, will make sure it doesn't earn a single silver coin and shut down immediately."