nycdaug Chapter 85 It's not good to hug and cuddle in broad daylight!
Chapter 85 It's not good to hug and cuddle in broad daylight!
Qinghe's eyes widened, her mouth agape, thinking she had misheard.
Yinshuang's eyes flashed, and she silently pulled Qinghe back a few steps.
Cherish life, stay away from Consort Su.
Su Mowan didn't think there was anything wrong with saying those words.
Seeing that Murong Jing seemed to catch his breath, she simply leaned close to his ear and said in a soft voice, "Your Highness, I've gone to so much trouble to paint for you, so please cooperate."
Murong Jing turned his head slightly, somewhat displeased.
I don't know if it was because her breath was too close or because her words were too unrestrained.
"I do not wish to stand."
Su Mowan chuckled and said indifferently, "Then it's up to Your Highness. It's just a pity to miss this beautiful scenery."
Murong Jing's face showed displeasure, but then his eyes flashed, and he actually compromised: "Come and help me up."
"what?"
Su Mowan didn't react at first.
"Didn't you want me to stand up?"
His Highness the King of Qin looked at her impatiently, "Then hurry up and come help me!"
So that means you agreed?
A glint of triumph flashed in Su Mowan's eyes. She chuckled inwardly, raised the corners of her mouth, and strode to the front of the wheelchair. Without a word, she stretched out her hand.
Qinghe, a few steps away, was stunned. She stared blankly as her prince took the hand that Consort Su had extended and slowly but firmly stood up.
For a moment, I felt very strange, and I didn't know if it was more excitement or more surprise.
Yinshuang frowned slightly, her eyes filled with undisguised surprise.
Su Mowan grasped Murong Jing's outstretched hand; it was long and strong.
Before she could even exert any effort, Murong Jing had already stood up, nearly pulling her off balance before she could react.
She curled her lips into a smile, glanced at Murong Jing's leg with a half-smile, and said meaningfully, "Your Highness, I remember you only injured one leg."
"so what?"
Murong Jing turned his head slightly, looking at her with displeasure, his cold breath brushing against her temples.
Su Mowan also turned her head slightly.
"So it's not that I'm forcing Your Highness to stand here."
Murong Jing gave a cold snort, remaining noncommittal.
His long arm suddenly wrapped around her shoulder, using it to steady himself, then he got out of the wheelchair and stood on the ground.
It was at this stop that Su Mowan realized how tall Murong Jing was. She was considered quite tall for a woman, and even dressed as a man, she was of average height.
But Murong Jing was actually half a head taller than her; Su Mowan could barely reach his nose by tilting her head back.
Su Mowan secretly compared the heights and thought that this person must be at least 188cm, maybe even 190cm.
Just as her thoughts were racing, His Highness the King of Qin spoke impatiently, his cold breath brushing against her forehead.
"Where should I stand?"
Su Mowan quickly came to her senses.
She took the initiative to put her arm around Murong Jing's waist, pointed her chin towards a willow tree, and said, "I'll trouble Your Highness to go stand there for a while."
Murong Jing frowned, but did not object, and tried to move his right leg.
In the distance, Qinghe stared wide-eyed, seemingly unable to believe what she was seeing. She could only reach out and tug at Yinshuang's sleeve.
He muttered to himself, "Yinshuang, pinch me quickly, this isn't something I'm doing, is it?"
"It's not a dream."
Yinshuang said in a deep voice, "His Highness has stood up."
"My God..."
Qinghe blinked, then blinked again, and then stared intently, afraid that she would miss something incredible if she blinked.
The truth is, she almost missed out on something amazing.
Su Mowan lowered her head and helped Murong Jing with all her might, her eyes discreetly observing Murong Jing's movements.
She always felt that there was something wrong with Murong Jing's legs, and she had her suspicions when she went to serve him on the first night. At that time, Murong Jing stood up from the chair, but almost fell by the bed because he was not steady.
Murong Jing stepped out with his right leg easily, so the injury must be to his left leg. Su Mowan stared intently at his next move.
But Murong Jing remained motionless.
Thinking her observation had been discovered, Su Mowan immediately looked up with a smile and asked, "Your Highness, what is it?"
Murong Jing gave her a cold glance: "I will not step out of here."
That sounds sincere, but it's actually a bit perfunctory.
Su Mowan was determined to find out the truth, so she patiently said, "Since Your Highness has already stood up, let's give it a try. We have plenty of time anyway."
After a long while, Murong Jing suddenly looked at her and said, "You said you've practiced martial arts and can carry me?"
"..."
When were these words said?
This person actually remembers!
Su Mowan gave an awkward laugh.
"I was just saying it offhand. Your Highness's physique is so... extraordinary. I certainly don't have that ability."
"Didn't you just say that we might as well give it a try?"
"..."
Su Mowan blinked blankly.
Her heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Murong Jing had realized her intentions and was launching a counterattack?
Every word the two said reached Qinghe Yinshuang's ears. Yinshuang remained calm and composed.
Qinghe, on the other hand, couldn't help it; the expression on her face was incredibly complicated.
Her prince actually has such a 'rogue' side!
As the saying goes, you can't judge a book by its cover!
Su Mowan coughed and forced a shy expression: "Your Highness, it's broad daylight... isn't it inappropriate to hug and cuddle like this?"
Murong Jing looked down at her with a smirk, his deep gaze fixed directly into her eyes.
"Aren't you embracing me right now?"
"..."
Qinghe felt she was about to lose her composure. The prince had just... been flirting with Consort Su?!
Heavens above...
Is this still the same cold, unsmiling prince who never speaks more than three sentences a day?
Yinshuang's eyes flickered, and she simply pulled Qinghe along, signaling that it was time for the two of them to leave.
Su Mowan didn't expect Murong Jing's counterattack to be so sudden and so intense. She immediately curled her lips and, seeing that Qinghe and Yinshuang had already left, she simply stopped worrying.
With a slight tightening of her arm around Murong Jing's waist, she could clearly feel his slender waist.
"Your Highness, it's just a painting, why are you so agitated?"
"I wouldn't say I was excited."
Murong Jing tightened his grip on her shoulder slightly, and his breath tickled her forehead.
"I just want to remind you not to have any improper thoughts. I've seen through all your tricks."
Since the words were spoken so clearly and directly, Su Mowan didn't feel embarrassed by being called out.
Instead, she giggled and said obsequiously, "Your Highness may have misunderstood something. I just thought that Your Highness is so handsome that sitting in a wheelchair every day would be an eyesore for your dashing appearance."
"Smooth words and charming words."
Murong Jing suddenly pinched her left shoulder with his fingers.
His words were laced with sarcasm: "Don't forget the pain once the wound has healed, or you'll end up making a mess of things by trying to be clever."