Chapter 487: She wanted to help Nangong Mo stand up again

Ye Qingran shook her head.

She didn't even know the specific details.

However, she had already felt that the Ninth Prince Uncle and those imperial clan members of Donglin Country were out of place, seeming like someone with a story.

Now it seems, indeed, his background is not simple.

"If Dongfang Mo really is the heir of the Huangjin City Lord, then he would be Ling Xueyao's uncle by marriage. With such a vicious mouth, she obviously doesn't put this uncle in her eyes at all!"

Leng Yue retorted.

Bai Bing sneered, "Although Nan Gong Han has the highest support among the next city lord candidates, he's still not a true Little City Lord. To Ling Xueyao, any heir of the Huangjin City Lord would be her enemy now, right?"

"However, someone as vicious as her is rare indeed. As expected, people raised in a place like Dan Valley, where the foundations are rotten, turn out like this!"

The sound of a door opening came from next door; it should be Ling Xueyao preparing to leave.

At the same time, outside Ye Qingran's private room, Xiao Hu and Xiao Chen had just returned from playing around, and the two groups happened to meet at the doorway.

"Is it you guys?"

As soon as Ling Xueyao stepped out, she saw Xiao Hu and Xiao Chen; her face instantly darkened, and a malicious glint flashed in her eyes.

If she could, she really wanted to kill these two little brats!

Even in her mind, she began to imagine tearing apart Ye Qingran's two sons—pulling out their tendons, stripping their skins, executing them by slow slicing.

"Get out of the way, you two dogs, you're blocking my path!"

She shouted sharply at Xiao Hu and Xiao Chen.

Xiao Hu wore a displeased face and asked:

"Who are you calling a dog?"

"A dog, I'm calling you!"

Ling Xueyao replied without thinking.

"Haha, turns out you really are a dog!"

Xiao Hu and Xiao Chen burst out laughing, holding their stomachs.

Xiao Chen joined in, laughing so hard he bent forward and backward.

Ling Xueyao instantly realized she had been played by the two kids, and flew into a rage.

"You little brat, dare to insult me? Someone, give me a hard slap!"

Dongfang Mo's private room

"Master, listening to that sound, it seems like Miss Ye's two children!"

Qingshu heard the commotion outside, and his expression changed.

Dongfang Mo also heard it, a flash of anxiety crossing his eyes.

He knew Ling Xueyao's character well; if he offended her, Ye Qingran's children would be in great danger.

"Let's go, let's check it out!"

Saying that, he hurriedly slid his wheelchair outward.

Just as a retinue stepped forward behind Ling Xueyao, fierce and menacing, Ye Qingran's group pushed open the private room's door.

"Who dares to move them? Try it!"

Han Xing, Leng Yue, and the others shielded Xiao Hu and Xiao Chen behind them, moving extremely fast, their faces very cold.

To dare move their little treasures is practically courting death.

Ye Qingran stepped out of the private room, glared at Ling Xueyao, curled her lip, and said coolly, "Ling Xueyao, dare to move my son? Is your face itching again?"

Ling Xueyao saw Ye Qingran and was not surprised.

She had already anticipated that Ye Qingran would be nearby.

But that remark made her face turn especially ugly.

Many people know that during the Heavenly Class examination, Ye Qingran had publicly slapped her twice.

This incident caused her to lose all face and made her hate Ye Qingran to the bone.

"Ye Qingran, don't be smug; you will pay a heavy price for this!"

"I said it—I'll be watching!"

Ling Xueyao gritted her teeth.

At that moment, Dongfang Mo came out.

Seeing Ye Qingran and Ling Xueyao in conflict, his heart jolted.

However, after seeing their tense atmosphere, he only then realized belatedly that Ye Qingran and Ling Xueyao had apparently been at odds for a while.

Ye Qingran glanced at Ling Xueyao and said lightly, "What, the road is so wide, yet you can't get past—how fat are you?"

"Let's go!"

Ling Xueyao flicked her sleeves and left.

After leaving the wine house, Ling Xueyao's maid asked, "Miss, why not just kill her outright?"

Ling Xueyao narrowed her eyes, a cold light flashing in her depths.

"Kill her? Wouldn't that be letting her off easy?"

She stretched out her hand, slowly clenching her five fingers, "I want to toy with her to death bit by bit! Let her lose reputation and status, let her family be destroyed and her people perish!"

After Ling Xueyao left, Dongfang Mo looked at Ye Qingran with a complex expression.

"What a coincidence, the Ninth Prince Uncle is here too?"

Ye Qingran raised her eyebrows and gave a greeting.

Dongfang Mo didn't know what to say for a moment.

Since the last time he drove Ye Qingran away, he has been avoiding how to face her.

Now, meeting unexpectedly in this Wine House, he hadn't prepared himself mentally, so he didn't know what to say.

After a long while, just as Ye Qingran was about to bring the child into the private room, he finally spoke.

'From now on, don't call me Ninth Prince Uncle; I actually have no relation to the Donglin imperial family. My true identity is that of the master of Huangjin City...'

He didn't say the rest, but the smile at the corner of his lips was full of bitterness.

If he said he was the son of the master of Huangjin City, who would believe him?

He's a cripple; even the golden bloodline in his body can't awaken, so what right does he have to claim he belongs to Huangjin City?

'Alright, then I'll call you Nangong Mo from now on?'

Dongfang Mo looked at her in surprise.

Ye Qingran shrugged and explained, 'Your voices were too loud; I could hear you from the next private room.'

'Okay.' Nangong Mo seemed unwilling to continue the topic.

From now on, try to stay away from her as much as possible.

Ye Qingran, however, spread her hands: 'I'm afraid not; we've already thoroughly offended her.'

Nangong Mo's eyes deepened; he said nothing more. Ye Qingran nodded at him and invited, 'Would you like to eat together?'

'No need.'

He slowly shook his head.

He certainly didn't want, because of him, to put Ye Qingran and her child in danger.

Ye Qingran also said nothing more, taking the child into the private room.

'Master, why go through this again?'

Qingshu wore a worried expression.

'You know, my identity is a trouble; I don't want...'

Nangong Mo clenched his fists, his eyes full of pain.

It can be said that Ye Qingran is one of the few friends he has in this world.

At least, in his view, he is willing to become friends with her.

But, because of his identity, he has to keep his distance from her.

Qingshu let out a soft sigh: 'But, Master, Lady Ye has the Emperor Sovereign of the Peak of Contending for the Deer as her backing; even if Huangjin City and Dan Valley are formidable, one must weigh them.'

'Forget it; if keeping my distance can avoid bringing her trouble, then I'll stay far away from her.'

Qingshu felt a sourness at the tip of his nose upon hearing that.

The master has always been like this: silently enduring everything, preferring to suffer himself rather than trouble those around him.

Returning to the private room, Ye Qingran recalled the conversation between Ling Xueyao and Nangong Mo.

In her mind appeared Nangong Mo's two legs.

Although it's not yet clear how Nangong Mo became disabled, his legs appear to have some muscle atrophy, indicating the disability has lasted quite a while.

If possible, she wants to help Nangong Mo stand again.