Chapter 139: Your true colors!

Fu San heard that, his eyes lit up, Mo Xiaohu little friend, your true colors!

Fu Hanxiu stiffened all over, froze there, the mouthful of soup Ye Qingran had just drunk got stuck like that, making her choke and cough.

"Xiao Hu, you can't eat food randomly, nor can you speak randomly!"

Ye Qingran gave Mo Xiaohu a glare.

Mo Xiaohu blinked his eyes, "Alright, then National Master Uncle is still coming to mooch a meal, huh!"

Fu Hanxiu: "……"

Turns out, in the children's eyes, he's just so utilitarian?

He really is a total failure as a person!

The crescent moon hangs like a hook, starlight brilliant.

In the courtyard, the lights are hazy.

The family of four sat around under the locust tree, having dinner.

Ye Qingran from time to time gave the two kids vegetables, and the two kids also from time to time gave Ye Qingran vegetables. As for the National Master, no one gave him vegetables; even his own son only leaned toward Ye Qingran, which made him quite depressed.

He lifted his gaze and glanced at Ye Qingran; she was just giving Mo Xiaohu a chopstick of carrot, and reminded him not to be picky.

In the lamplight, she shed her usual aloofness, gaining a touch of softness; already stunning, she became almost unrealistically beautiful.

Before him was a peerless woman, also the one he liked; to left and right were the children; at that moment he actually felt a sense of fulfillment, feeling that all his life's pursuits amounted to nothing more than a harmonious, happy family.

His heart went soft as mush; the aloof Emperor Sovereign, under the influence of hormones, mustered courage and gave Ye Qingran a chopstick of vegetables.

Ye Qingran lowered her head to eat, still thinking it was Xiao Hu or Qianchen who had given her the vegetables; she lifted her head and saw that the holder of the chopsticks was actually Fu Hanxiu.

She immediately froze.

"Don't always give the kids food; eat some yourself too."

Listen, how much does this sound like something a husband would say to his wife?

"Thank you."

Ye Qingran said thanks, then lowered her head again.

"National Master Uncle, you used your chopsticks to give the beautiful lady vegetables; doesn't that mean you're indirectly kissing?"

Ye Qingran, who had just eaten the vegetables the National Master had given her, didn't know whether to spit it out or swallow it.

Fu Qianchen looked at Mo Xiaohu, gave a thumbs-up, "Xiao Hu, you understand so much!"

Mo Xiaohu grinned, revealing a row of sparkling little white teeth.

Fu Hanxiu glared at his own son.

On his stern face, unconsciously, a flush appeared.

Indirect kiss?

Kiss?

Kiss?

His gaze unconsciously fell on Ye Qingran's lips; seeing that bewitching red lip, moist and lustrous, if…

"Father Lord, why are you staring at the pretty mother's lips? Could it be you actually want to sneak a kiss on the pretty mother?"

A dissatisfied voice came from the son's ear.

Fu Hanxiu snapped back to attention, only to see Ye Qingran glaring at him.

That gaze seemed to say: "Can't you just eat properly?"

Fu San, who had set up another table nearby, caught a glimpse of this scene and couldn't help sighing: "Look, how much like a family of four!"

Han Xing Leng Yue didn't answer him, but in their hearts they also thought so.

Fu San also imitated his own Sovereign, picking up a chopstick of vegetables for Han Xing's bowl, but before the vegetables could even reach her bowl, her gaze stopped him.

"What are you trying to do?"

"I'm giving you vegetables."

"I don't want to eat your saliva!"

Fu San: "……"

He silently took back that chopstick of vegetables and put it in his own mouth; originally fragrant and delicious, now it felt like chewing wax, and Fu San felt wronged. Thinking of Fu San, although he doesn't match the Sovereign's peerless looks, he's still a handsome guy, yet he's being disliked.

Fu's one, two, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine… babies have been wronged in the Central Region, I miss you all!

Seeing Fu San suddenly become depressed, kind-hearted Han Xing ultimately couldn't resist her conscience, picked up the communal chopsticks and gave Fu San some vegetables; Fu San was instantly healed, grinning like a fool.

That night, you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

A black shadow silently leapt from the high wall, like a cat, landing in the courtyard without making a sound.

The black-clad person had a pair of beautiful eyes, flashing a faint light in the pitch-black night.

She vigilantly observed the surroundings, confirming no danger, then like a ghost she headed toward the back courtyard's Tai Xu bamboo forest.

Just entering the bamboo grove, one could see that five-colored imperial flower blooming deep in the Tai Xu bamboo forest; even in the darkness it still flickered with a faint five-colored glow!

"Could it not be him?"

The black-clad person murmured softly.

She couldn't be sure. She needed to go forward and observe carefully. Because each five-colored imperial flower, though similar, is not identical; only after close inspection could she determine whether it was the one she had seen before.

The black-clad person was Ye Qingran.

As for this place, naturally it is the back garden of the National Master's residence.

Having prior theft experience and multiple aboveboard visits, Ye Qingran already understood the situation of the National Master's residence quite well.

Tonight, taking advantage of the darkness to come, it was simply to confirm whether that five-colored imperial flower smeared with deadly poison, auctioned at the Medicine King Pavilion last time, was actually the National Master's doing.

As she lifted one foot, her keen senses picked up an extremely slight movement; her pupils instantly contracted, as if facing a formidable foe!

However, in that instant she decisively made a decision: to go forward and inspect the condition of the imperial flower.

Her figure was like a sword, swift as lightning; in the blink of an eye she appeared before the Imperial Flower, reached out, flicked it, and then the expression beneath her veil changed.

"Really, it's not him!" This Imperial Flower is still the one I saw last time!

As it turns out, the Imperial Flower auctioned at the Medicine King Pavilion last time was not the work of the National Master!

This realization made her inexplicably breathe a sigh of relief.

So if it wasn't the National Master, then who could it be?

Is it that someone knew she needed to concoct a pill to repair her Spiritual Root and tried to harm her, or is it all just a coincidence?

Ye Qingran felt doubtful and uneasy in her heart.

At the same time, an extreme danger came from all directions, the killing intent shocking the heavens!

"Female Lecherous Thief, I didn't expect it's been so long, yet you're still not giving up!"

A cold, harsh voice came from behind, and Ye Qingran's whole body tensed up.

Fu San led a group of Dark Guards striding over; she had already been surrounded.

Even in a pitch-black night where one cannot see their fingers, Fu San could still make out that silhouette almost blending with the darkness!

He dared to assert that this person was indeed the Female Lecherous Thief who had frivolously offended his master, Your Majesty, the other day!

"Female Lecherous Thief, tonight you cannot escape even if you grew wings!"

Fu San's expression sank, icy as ice, his eyes filled with heavy killing intent; so unlike his usual carefree demeanor, it left Ye Qingran quite surprised.

I didn't expect Fu San to get serious—he's actually quite intimidating!

"Oh? You want to catch me? Since I could escape from here once, I can escape a second time!" Ye Qingran took a voice-altering pill; her voice became extremely alluring, like a bewitching fairy of the mortal realm.