Chapter 20: Impoliteness

  The man smiled and looked at Nan Yue Lan for a long time, finding her gaze cold, so he raised an eyebrow, "Miss, what's your name?" Was it the fake high-and-mighty Nan Yue Jin Wei?

  There is an official spokesperson's tone at this time, "My lady is waiting in the boudoir, sorry to inform." The country bumpkin cares about your highness.

  "How can you tell what's true or false in your words?" The man smiled deeply, without any warning, a sudden clap of thunder struck, "Besides, am I an ordinary person? Say. Otherwise, under the name of impersonating a heavenly maiden, I will execute the three of you on the spot. Bao Dui——" As soon as he finished speaking, the group of men drew their swords, pointing them at the sky.

  There are too many flowers and I'm dizzy.

  "Futile, this person is pretending to be a royal prince in the middle of the night, with ulterior motives, intending to do evil to good family girls. If they want to show off their prowess, they don't need to hold back." Who's impersonating who? Nan Yue Lan strikes back. She doesn't like being the first to take action, but that doesn't mean she likes to shrink back either.

  The sound of Wu Guo Dao was faint, and his hands didn't move. The speed at which he killed people was like the speed of stabbing meat, not a showy facade to scare people off, and his weapon hadn't even appeared yet.

  "...Hei Han was taken aback and then shouted loudly, "How dare you! This is the son of the King of Dongping, Prince Xuan Ye. You, a mere woman, dare to say he's an imposter? Are you tired of living?"

  "Nan Yue Lan was born." She didn't look at that noisy one, but looked at the one who had taken control.

  The man with a smile on his face looked back at her, but the light in his eyes dimmed slightly, making it impossible to see through his thoughts. "I only know that there are four thousand gold in Nan Yue Fu, Jin Wei, Yu Rui, Nan Yue Ping, and Nan Yue Sha. I don't remember having a Lan Sheng."

  "I lived in Xiangdu until I was seven years old, and I don't have any impression of Rang Dianxia either." It's better if we both just forget about it.

  It's quiet again, with a gentle breeze blowing.

  "I may not remember, but surely someone in our line of work does. If you're not an imposter, then follow along and see. Even if you are the daughter of a great master, even if I had ill intentions, I wouldn't dare to act rashly." The thick sarcasm was wrapped in a bright and majestic aura, as she turned sideways, her body language commanding Nan Yue Lan to comply.

  There is a kind of bullying, with slanted winds and fine rains, that can't get people wet but makes them feel like they're being pricked by needles. Nan Yue Lansheng has seen it before and thought her arrogance would stop there, now she has to do as the other person says.

  She stopped two zhang away from him, "Can Lord Rong allow my maid to send a message to my mother for me? My mother will notify my father if she can't wait for someone, it's best to avoid misunderstandings."

  He glanced at her and saw the flowers, shrugged his shoulders, "The girl is indeed more beautiful than the young lady, but if I let her go, someone will blame me. However, if I don't allow it, you'll probably take advantage of the situation to say that I'm cowardly. So, I agree."

  No, she didn't play dumb, knowing that she was dealing with a noble and would be dealing with more nobles later. Since she knew the great calamity was coming, she had to be cautious and pretend to be stupid.

  There were flowers hesitating to move, but a quick voice at the ear brought back the spirit, turned his head and rode wildly, blinked and disappeared.

  "Miss, aren't you usually strict with the maid? She ran away too quickly, as if she was afraid you'd call her back." Xuan Ran started walking, her steps not large, but it wasn't obvious that someone so young could transmit sound secretly.

  Nan Yue Lan Sheng was not panicked, and could secretly rejoice. The one who reported the news was beautiful and had flowers, but left without achieving anything. She minimized the crisis in an invisible way, but that Lord Rong didn't notice this point at all.

  "You said you lived in the Imperial City for seven years, why did you leave?" The dark forest, with firelight still far ahead and forgotten behind to light the way, he walked as if on flat ground.

  Nan Yue Lan's eyes seemed to be fully focused on the ground beneath her feet, not making a sound. She heard it very clearly, but didn't want to respond. The more you say, the more mistakes you make.

  "How old am I? How old are you?"

  Is this lord a nagging Tang Monk type? Nan Yue Lansheng noticed the thick roots of the old tree on the ground, carefully lifted her legs to step over it, but unexpectedly bumped into the person in front who suddenly stopped.

  She wasn't prepared, and her first reaction was to step back, but he wrapped his arms around her waist. In an instant, they were pressed tightly together, with that radiant handsome face inches from hers. There was no smile, the flames in those eyes flickered and went out, as he slowly raised his sleeve to elegantly block the view of others, leaving only the moonlight flowing between them.

  She heard a stern rebuke from Wu Guo, followed by the sound of swords clashing. Her initial shock had already subsided when Lang Sheng said, "Wu Guo, it's not time to fight yet." Was this an impolite beginning? She thought she wasn't beautiful enough to make men infatuated at first sight.

  Xuan Ran's eyes narrowed as he stared at her, "Miss Lan Sheng doesn't want to socialize with me, that's fine. But soon you'll meet my brothers, and being so stingy with your words will only bring you trouble. Although I have a connection with the miss, when the time comes, I won't be able to help you. So, try responding to three of my sentences, can you?"

  Nan Yue Lan looked back at the handsome man, because she deeply believed that he had no ulterior motives and was calm as usual, also because of the thousand years of knowledge gathered in her mind, she was not shy or embarrassed. "If you just want to listen to me talk, Lord Rong doesn't have to go to so much trouble." However, this body was softer than she had imagined.

  "Miss Lan is as light as a feather, I can still hold her." Colorless heart, slightly abrupt, tone sarcastic, "I hear you mean that as long as I let you speak, you'll speak."

  No choice, Nan Yue Lan reached out a palm to push against Rong Xu's chest, straightening his upper body that had been bent over her. He truly didn't have any evil intentions and didn't need her to use much force before removing the hand from her waist. She took another step back, allowing the turbulent undercurrents between them to dissipate, restoring a safe distance that was cool and refreshing.

  With a wide sleeve falling to her side, Xuan Ran smiled and said, "It seems that Miss is indeed the daughter of a great national teacher. Your elder sister is clear and cold, your second sister is pure and kind, and they have no intention of men. You are very similar to them. Defeating outstanding men like me is the innate skill of the Nan Yue daughters."

  "I'm twenty years old." Three sentences in response to one sentence, Nan Yue Lan Sheng said as she walked ahead. What she really meant was that he had humbled himself, not that she couldn't defeat him, but rather let him tease her, clearly warning her that she was the weaker one.

  "Twenty?" Hyun-ah paused for a moment, unable to hide her astonishment. "Nam Wol's age is nineteen, and you're actually one year older than her?"

  Since Kai Shu called her Third Miss, Nan Yueping knew she was excluded from the crowd of daughters by the Nan Yue family. The trouble now is also caused by people in the mansion not knowing she exists, but she knows it's not her turn to worry. Her mother has been holding on to her tightly and refuses to let go, with a determination to share honor and shame together, so someone is more anxious than her to take back the status of eldest daughter.

  She was in charge - pulling the back of her leg, "The great lady is not my birth mother."

  "The eldest sister born before the legitimate first daughter, left at the age of seven and returned after more than ten years when the great lady had just passed away." Xuan Ran naturally understood the implication, "Your birth mother is quite interesting to me."

  Nan Yue Lan didn't say a word because she had already walked out of the forest, and the scene in front of her left her no time to respond.