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Yun Tianmo faced Nangong Tuo, and his indifferent voice rang out, "Third Prince, you have quite the skills. Are you preparing to ambush me?"
Seeing Ouyang Zixin so happy, Nangong Tuo didn't take Yun Tianmo's words seriously and replied enthusiastically, "Yes, yes!" He completely ignored Zhao Feihong, who was still hiding behind the rockery, and ran straight towards Ouyang Zixin, his smile radiant like a blooming flower, almost drooling with excitement.
Zhao Feihong facepalmed behind the rockery. By now, he had roughly figured out that the woman who occupied the Third Prince's thoughts was none other than Ouyang Zixin from the National Guardian Mystic Master Manor. He had heard enough to fear that they were truly in trouble. However, while encountering her was one thing, agreeing to ambush the Cloud Kingdom Ink King was another; that would only invite trouble.
Sure enough, upon hearing this, Yun Tianmo's expression turned cold. Even Yun Tianying, who usually wore a smile, cooperatively wiped the grin off his face. Ambushing the Cloud Kingdom Ink King was no small matter; even if the opponent was the Third Prince of Li Nation, it couldn't be brushed aside easily. Although it was clear that Yun Tianmo had set a trap for Nangong Tuo, being his biological brother, Yun Tianying naturally stood by him. So let Nangong Tuo dig his own grave.
"Ouyang Zixin, where have you been? I've been looking for you ever since I entered the Millennium Ruins..." Whenever Nangong Tuo saw Ouyang Zixin, he had endless things to say and wanted to share all his experiences, even embarrassing moments like being trapped in a stone wall. He didn't care whether Ouyang Zixin was listening; he just poured out everything like a spilled bag of beans without giving anyone a chance to interrupt.
As Nangong Tuo grew more excited in his storytelling, Yun Tianmo's face darkened further. Meanwhile, Ouyang Zixin wore a gloating expression; she wanted to see how Yun Tianmo would deal with this foolish prince.
Zhao Feiyu initially stood by with an amused attitude, but as Nangong Tuo continued speaking without stopping, she could tell from Yun Tianmo's expression that he was about to lose his temper and was currently holding back. Indeed, one should never involve Ouyang Zixin in anything; otherwise, even an iceberg could erupt into flames.
"If I hadn't run into Zhao Feihong, he would have..."
"Third Prince. Who did you say you ran into?" Zhao Feiyu was about to quietly step away when she unexpectedly heard a name she cared about from Nangong Tuo's mouth. She couldn't help but rush forward to ask him about it.
Nangong Tuo seemed to have just noticed Zhao Feiyu's presence. Laughing heartily, he said, "Right! Zhao Feihong is your brother; he saved This Prince and is right behind that rockery." He pointed toward where he had been hiding earlier. Then he turned back to continue talking to Ouyang Zixin without paying any more attention to Zhao Feiyu.
"Ouyang..."
"Stop, stop! Third Prince, you've been talking for so long; are you thirsty?" Ouyang Zixin wanted to plug her ears; this Nangong Tuo really could talk endlessly. Was it really okay for a man to be this chatty? Thinking about the iceberg beside her made her realize just how different people could be from one another.
"I'm not thirsty. I'm telling you..."
"You're not thirsty, but I am. Please move aside." Ouyang Zixin shot him an annoyed glance; this person really had no sense of the situation. After entering the Underground Palace, he had been standing there for quite a while, and she felt her legs getting sore.
Pushing past Nangong Tuo, Ouyang Zixin headed towards the stone corridor she remembered from before. She recalled that it was a nice place to rest. She initially thought about calling Zhao Feiyu to join her, but then remembered that she seemed to have gone to find her brother, so she decided against it. As for Yun Tianmo, hmph, he hadn't made any moves for a long time and had said he wanted to deal with Nangong Tuo all at once, so she didn't bother with him either.
The problem was that while Ouyang Zixin didn't want to call anyone, there was someone who was sticking closely behind her, practically glued to her side.
"Third Prince, I would like some personal space, do you understand?" Ouyang Zixin said without turning around; it was obvious who was following her.
"I understand, I understand. Let me tell you..." Nangong Takuya either truly didn't comprehend or was just being dismissive; in any case, he agreed to whatever Ouyang Zixin said, yet his actions remained unchanged.
"Since you understand, could you not follow me?" Ouyang Zixin sighed helplessly, stopped walking, and slowly turned around. She adjusted her expression to show fatigue and said, "There are differences between men and women. I'm very tired right now and want to rest. Third Prince, could you please not follow me? It's inconvenient!"
"Inconvenient? How is it inconvenient? I can guarantee—"
"Get lost!"
Before Nangong Tuo could finish his sentence, Yun Tianmo's voice cut through sharply. He appeared in front of Ouyang Zixin in an instant, blocking her from Nangong Tuo.
Nangong Tuo had always felt a strange fear towards Yun Tianmo, but he also knew that Yun Tianmo wouldn't actually harm him; otherwise, he would have been dead long ago. So aside from being slightly startled, he didn't feel much else and continued, "Yun Tianmo, This Prince is speaking with the young lady from our National Protector's Mystic Master Manor. It’s quite rude of you to interrupt."
Seeing Nangong Tuo earnestly lecturing Yun Tianmo made Ouyang Zixin unable to suppress a light laugh. Was he serious? Trying to reason with Yun Tianmo? In her eyes, Yun Tianmo was the difficult presence beyond mere petty people and women.
Hearing the laughter, Nangong Tuo turned to Ouyang Zixin and said, "Miss Ouyang, I’m right, aren’t I? The Ink King is like this..."
"Yes, yes, very reasonable," Ouyang Zixin quickly waved her hand, urging him to retract his head. Looking at him made her unable to suppress her laughter. Although he was also a prince, compared to Yun Tian Mo, let alone Yun Tianying or Feng Chengxuan standing next to him, they would probably seem more princely than he did.
Indeed, people are made of iron and their demeanor is steel; if they don't show off for a day, they feel uneasy.
Ouyang Zixin suddenly understood why Feng Chengxuan always carried himself with the air of a prince wherever he went.
Hearing Ouyang Zixin's words made Yun Tianmo even more displeased. Although it was he who said they needed to resolve this issue, she should cooperate; why was she still entertaining Nangong Tuo?
To think she even said his words were reasonable—humph, that was simply unacceptable. But that wasn’t the priority; right now, he needed to take her away first.
"Did you not hear her say she wants to rest? There are distinctions between men and women; come with this king," Yun Tianmo pressed his lips together, clearly losing patience. His sharp gaze swept over Nangong Tuo, forcing him to shrink back and nod in agreement. However, as he left with Yun Tianmo, he couldn't help but turn back and shout—"Miss Ouyang, see you later!"
Tsk tsk, truly unrepentant.
Yun Tianmo, let’s see what you do.
Hehe...
Ouyang Zixin flicked her sleeves and turned gracefully towards the stone corridor. No matter what, she needed to find a quiet place first. (To be continued.)
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