Chapter 12: Mother and Child Reunion

What kind of face is that?

Beautiful words flickered one after another in Mo Xiaohu's clever mind.

Even though he had read countless books, he still felt no word could aptly describe the beauty of the face before him.

In this world, could there really be such a beautiful woman?

Mo Xiaohu heard his own heart thumping—Bang—Bang—Bang—without stopping.

Ye Qingran, bristling with anger, flew forward and stood before Mo Xiaohu; her slender silhouette fell into his sight, holy and untouchable, warm and full of security.

A surge of force shot out, flipping the horse onto the ground.

"Little one, scared you, huh?"

Ye Qingran smiled, turned, and crouched to look straight at the boy before her.

The boy, delicate as carved jade, had exquisite features, with remnants of candied hawthorn stuck at the corner of his mouth.

At that moment he stared blankly at himself, as if frightened into a stupor.

Overly cute.

"Don't be afraid; I will protect you."

Ye Qingran prided herself on not meddling in others' affairs, yet for some unknown reason, seeing this child softened her heart beyond measure.

She couldn't help recalling her own child.

Her child must be this big by now, right?

She truly envied the child's parents for producing such an adorable offspring!

Along with the softness, a fierce glint appeared in Ye Qingran's eyes.

To spare even such a small child is sheer madness!

Ye Qingran shielded Mo Xiaohu behind her, rose, and faced the instigator.

The young man was unharmed; instead, the horse lay on the ground, twitching intermittently, unable to get up for a while.

Zhao Hao's gaze shot toward Ye Qingran, his face burning with anger as he shouted, "Where did that lowborn come from, daring to attack my young master!"

"Lowborn, who are you calling?"

"Lowborn says you!"

Ye Qingran twitched the corner of her mouth, "It seems you still have some self-awareness, knowing your proper status."

Zhao Hao realized he had been tricked, and his anger flared instantly.

However, on closer look, Ye Qingran's features were picture‑perfect, her temperament otherworldly—a peerless beauty, even three points more stunning than Xiliang Cheng First Beauty Lin Xueyan.

His eyes rolled, lust clouding his mind.

"What a sharp‑tongued little beauty. How about this: if you agree to become my concubine, I will let today's incident go unpunished, okay?"

Mo Xiaohu heard this and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

A beautiful and kind Meiren Sister is not someone such a scoundrel can covet, right?

Xiao Huihui sensed the murderous aura emanating from the little master and tucked her neck back.

This clueless human dares to provoke the little master—truly a living nuisance!

Ye Qingran sneered, "What if I say no?"

Zhao Hao smiled confidently, his eyes gleaming with interest, "I love a little wildcat like you. If you refuse now, once we're in bed you'll be begging for what I want!"

The standoff here attracted a crowd of onlookers.

"Sss~ Who is this woman? Such beauty is otherworldly; I've never seen anyone like her!"

"I don't know, but she's truly beautiful; even the Lin Family's miss wouldn't compare, right?"

"What a pity, she fell into Zhao Hao's hands! Who doesn't know the young master of Guanglu Fu, who covets beauty and loves nothing more than forcibly taking a common girl!"

"It's over, it's over—such a fine lady is about to be ruined!"

……

The crowd pointed and whispered, their faces showing regret; they dared not speak loudly for fear of offending anyone, watching Ye Qingran shake her head and sigh in lament.

Guanglu Fu?

Zhao Hao?

"So it's Zhao Shi's maternal family; indeed, our fates are intertwined!"

Ye Qingran smiled inwardly.

The Zhao Family was once an obscure small clan; after the Zhao clan married into the Ye Residence, leveraging Ye Yu's position as Prime Minister, they gradually rose to the current official rank of Guanglu.

"Tell me, if that thing of yours stops working, what will happen?"

"What do you mean?" Zhao Hao frowned, momentarily unable to read Ye Qingran's thoughts.

"The literal meaning."

At this moment, Zhao Hao's attendant had already arrived.

"I'm telling you, quickly agree to be my concubine, or beware you won't make it out alive!"

"Being a concubine—are you worthy?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Hao's expression darkened.

"You scoundrel, I tell you, don't refuse a toast and then drink a penalty wine. Do you know who I am? I am the legitimate son of Zhao Shi, my father is a Guanglu, the current Prime Minister is my uncle‑in‑law, the whole Xiliang is my territory; with a single word from me, you won't even know how you die."

"How about it, scared?" Zhao Hao sneered, continuing in a despicable tone, "If you obediently submit to me and become my little concubine, I will not hold you accountable."

Zhao Shi's legitimate son?

A Zhao Shi orphan would be more fitting!

"Cover your eyes," Ye Qingran said, turning and gently placing Mo Xiaohu's two hands in front of his eyes.

Mo Xiaohu dislikes being touched, but when Ye Qingran placed her hands on his, he went completely dumbfounded.

In this world, how could there be such a soft hand?

The hands of Mo Yuan's top beauty, the little magic fairy, are certainly not as soft as hers!

And that faint fragrance is the most pleasant scent he has ever smelled!

Xiao Huihui watches the little master being toyed with, and silently scoffs endlessly.

His little master, wasn't he the one who hated being touched the most? When did he become so obedient?

Xiao Huihui can't make sense of it, so she theatrically spreads a pair of wings, blocking the sight.

Ye Qingran turns, the corners of her rosy lips slowly curving into a chilling arc.

In the next instant, Ye Qingran's figure shifts like a specter, vanishing from the spot; when she reappears, she is already at Zhao Hao's front. Before Zhao Hao and his followers can react, she lifts a long leg…

Smack~

A cracking sound comes.

Eyes fix on Ye Qingran's foot as it kicks under Zhao Hao's groin.

Zhao Hao instantly hunches his back, his expression twisted in pain.

"Ah~" a wail follows, Zhao Hao collapses backward, lying on the ground, rolling while howling like a banshee.

Everyone watches in stunned silence.

This, this, this—aren't you being a bit too ferocious?

One kick has wiped out someone's lineage!

"You still want me to be your concubine?"

"Quick, give me, give me, kill, kill her…" Zhao Hao trembles as he points a finger at Ye Qingran.

The followers, hearing this, rush toward Ye Qingran to kill her.

"If you don't want to follow in your master's footsteps, don't provoke me," Ye Qingran says casually, exuding a sharp aura that instills fear.

For a few moments, they are caught between advance and retreat.

But on second thought, as a man, nothing is more important than one's balls…

"Young master…"

"What are you still staring at, pharmacist, find a pharmacist quickly!" Zhao Hao, in pain, can't think of anything else; he now desperately hopes his balls are okay, otherwise…

As for Ye Qingran, the future is long; she will take revenge!

Seeing Zhao Hao being carried away, the onlookers finally regain their composure.

"My god, what's going on? I thought Zhao Hao was going to get his petty triumph again today!"

"This beauty is so ferocious! That kick, sss~"

"Zhao Hao today stepped on a steel plate; his balls are shattered, he'll probably never be a normal man again…"

Who could have thought a beauty comparable to Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady would act so Wild?

One kick shattered the young master Zhao's life root.

The men present broke out in cold sweat on their foreheads, swallowed saliva, kept their legs together, twisted their posture, grateful that the shattered balls weren't theirs.

As for the women, they clapped and cheered after Zhao Hao left.

This Zhao Hao, full of daily crimes and overbearing, getting such retribution is just deserts!

"Little friend, let's go," Ye Qingran says, pulling Mo Xiaohu away.

They walk to an open spot by the street.

"Little friend, why are you alone on the street? Did you get separated from your parents?"

Mo Xiaohu still stands there, stunned.