Chapter 98 The Little Scholar Always Cries (22)
Duan Yunyi sneered and replied: "Compared to your majesty, I am still inferior."
Even if Mo Chen was angry, he didn't dare to show it. After all, Mo Guo didn't have the capital to be angry with others now.
Things might become difficult if Duan Yunyi gets angry now, and he will definitely make him pay the price in the future.
Mo Chen swallowed his anger and respectfully invited Duan Yunyi into the palace.
From beginning to end, Duan Yunyi's gaze never stayed on Sang Tian for a moment, and even if their eyes met, he acted as if he hadn't seen her.
Sang Tian felt a sour feeling at the tip of her nose, and her hand holding the handkerchief couldn't help but clench.
She tiredly called Tiao Tiao, "What if Duan Yunyi really doesn't love me anymore? Does that mean the mission can't be completed?"
Tiao Tiao replied: "If the male protagonist really doesn't like the host anymore, I will try my best to send you back."
Mo Chen was afraid that Sang Tian and Duan Yunyi would rekindle their old love, so he locked her up in the bedroom and did not allow her to go out.
Mo Chen was going to hold a banquet for Duan Yunyi in the evening. Sang Tian was locked up and couldn't go out. She originally wanted to go in front of Duan Yunyi to test him.
Sang Tian sat in the yard and felt very bored, so she prepared to go back to the house to sleep.
The shadows of the trees in the yard moved slightly, and a strong wind blew, and Sang Tian suddenly felt the world turning upside down, and a hot big hand was pinching her waist.
Sang Tian slowly turned around and met Duan Yunyi's seductive fox eyes. Under the moonlight, Duan Yunyi held her in his arms like a banished immortal.
"Duan Yunyi..." Sang Tian looked up at him with a dull face, her nose sore and tears welled up in her eyes uncontrollably.
Duan Yunyi's hand that was pinching Sang Tian's waist trembled, and his expression, which had a hint of cracking, quickly returned to its previous indifferent look.
"Don't misunderstand, Imperial Noble Consort. I just wanted to see how happy you are without me. Now it seems that Mo Chen has locked you up for no reason."
Duan Yunyi gritted his teeth when he said these words.
Sang Tian wanted to explain but the words just wouldn't come out, as if something was controlling her from saying it.
"Why can't I speak?"
I've typed all the little computers in the space until they're almost smoking, but I still can't find the answer.
"I'm sorry, host, I can't find out." Tiao Tiao's voice was filled with grievance.
Duan Yunyi waited for a while and saw that Sang Tian was still in a daze, so he couldn't help but get even more angry.
He had gone to great lengths just to see if she was okay, and more importantly, he wanted to hear her explanation. He was simply crazy for being obsessed with such a cruel woman.
Duan Yunyi pushed Sang Tian away, and Sang Tian staggered and almost fell.
After Sang Tian stood firm, Duan Yunyi retracted the hand he had just extended. He looked at Sang Tian deeply and strode out of the bedroom.
Sang Tian stared at Duan Yunyi's back for a long time and sighed helplessly.
She returned to the house and wanted to write a letter to Duan Yunyi with a pen, but as soon as she tried to write down the truth, the ink would fall and make the paper dirty.
Sang Tian tried for a long time but it was still the same. She was so angry that she threw the pen to the ground. The ink exploded on the ground and splashed on the hem of Sang Tian's skirt, which looked a bit dazzling.
At midnight, Mo Chen broke into Sang Tian's house drunk.
Sang Tian really wanted to curse. Couldn't she just get rid of this drunkard with a knife? He always came in drunk.
Sang Tian put on her clothes and slapped Duan Yunyi on the face several times. Mo Chen was so drunk that he felt someone was hitting him, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open his eyes.
After venting her anger, Sang Tian dragged Mo Chen, who looked like a pig, out of the door. Looking at Mo Chen lying on the ground with his arms and legs spread out, Sang Tian clapped her hands happily, closed the door and went back into the house.
As Sang Tian entered, two figures landed steadily on top of the lying Mo Chen.
There was an ambiguous look in Duan Yunyi's eyes. After he returned, his desire to see her became stronger and stronger. As if by some strange coincidence, he arrived at the door of her palace.
When he saw the drunk and staggering Mo Chen walk in, he felt as if the blood in his body was flowing backwards. He really wanted to go over and kill Mo Chen, but he was afraid that she would be sad.
After all, this is the person she loves.
But when he saw Sang Tian throwing out the bruised and battered Mo Chen, the indescribable excitement and happiness in his heart almost swallowed him up.
He wanted so badly to rush over and hug the person he had been wanting to have flesh and blood with for the past few years.
"Master, do you want to get rid of him now?"
Ying San, who was standing next to Duan Yunyi, made a gesture of wiping his neck.
Duan Yunyi shook his head. "It's not the right time yet. Let's throw him in front of Tan Ling'er's palace first."