Chapter 183 Twins

Chapter 183 Twins

Three days later, Fang Shuo was summoned by King Mo Lanxing.

Shen Nanzi changed into ten different outfits before Ye Shuyin was satisfied.

Her makeup was also kept simple, which diminished her elegant beauty.

It looks harmless, like a delicate gardenia.

According to the information Ye Shuyin gathered, Mo Lanxing was not a womanizer.

On the contrary, the appearance of a beautiful woman would make him wary.

The harem of Mo Lanxing was very clean, with no other women besides the queen and two princesses.

To facilitate court affairs, he handled government matters in the front hall and slept in the back hall.

Often busy until evening, they would simply rest in the back hall.

After Shen Nanzi finished dressing up, it was Ye Shuyin's turn.

Because he resembled Mo Lanxing and had to go in, he had to disguise himself as Shen Nanzi's bodyguard.

He had a full beard, thickened eyebrows, a hooked nose, and droopy eyelids.

Shen Nanzi's maid was extremely skilled, and the beautiful Ye Shuyin was immediately transformed into an ordinary-looking guard.

The two had almost finished tidying up, and it was almost time, so they opened the door and went out.

The figure guarding the corridor vanished in a flash, hiding in an inconspicuous corner.

"It's raining!" Qinghe reminded her.

She held the prepared oil-paper umbrella in her hand and opened it under the eaves.

Shen Nanzi looked at the rain outside, where raindrops splashed on the ground, making everything wet. She couldn't help but glance down at the white embroidered shoes on her feet.

The next instant, her waist was embraced by a pair of warm yet strong arms, and her body suddenly felt empty.

Shen Nanzi gasped softly in surprise, her nose bumping against the slightly rough fabric of the clothes.

When she saw who had picked her up around the waist, her pale face instantly became turbulent: "Put me down! What kind of behavior would this be if someone saw us like this?"

"Hold me tight." He lowered his eyes, his glassy pupils filled with a smile, and a hint of teasing.

Shen Nanzi raised her fist and pounded on his chest, "Put me down right now!"

He grinned mischievously and gave her a hard jerk, lifting her soft body into the air before dropping her back down. In the panic of weightlessness, she instinctively clung to his neck.

"Ye Shuyin!!" Her voice rose a few decibels, carrying a warning tinged with anger and annoyance.

Ye Shuyin smiled triumphantly, tightening his arms around Shen Nanzi, his voice soft and clingy, yet with a touch of domineering self-righteousness:

"It is only natural for a husband to embrace his wife; who in this household would dare to gossip about it?"

"My lady's embroidered shoes are brand new; they must not get wet from the rain and soil her skirt."

"Hmm?" His voice rose at the end, his glassy eyes filled with doting affection.

"A husband is someone you use. From now on, you should come to me first, instead of worrying about things on your own, understand?"

Shen Nanzi was so overwhelmed by the sweetness that she almost wanted to jump off, but he noticed and immediately hugged her even tighter.

Seeing that she remained silent, Ye Shuyin asked Qinghe, who was standing next to him with an umbrella and looked shocked, "Aren't you right, Qinghe?"

Qinghe didn't dare to look at her, turning her head away and not daring to speak, she could only nod.

Looking at that serious face, Shen Nanzi thought that since she was going to see King Fang Shuo, her clothes would definitely need to be clean, so she gave him a helpless sideways glance and said, "Stop, that's enough, let's go!"

Ye Shuyin beamed, his voice sweet as honey, "My wife is so good, I love her so much."

Shen Nanzi couldn't hear or see anything. Her eyes were closed, and her fair face was flushed red by his sweet words. Her limbs were covered in goosebumps.

How can there still be such a shameless man with such sweet words in this world?

Help! !

She couldn't take it anymore, so she had to hide her head so that the servants and her sister-in-law wouldn't see her.

To onlookers, it appeared as if Shen Nanzi was shy, burying her face in Ye Shuyin's chest.

The servants all kept their eyes down, not daring to look up, only those standing under the pillars watched the figures in the autumn rain.

His chest felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and the knuckles of his fingers gripping the short sword turned white, as if he were about to draw his sword and fight at any moment.

Her once cold eyes were now red at the corners, like a wounded beast with nowhere to confide in.

Ye Shuyin carried her onto the carriage before sitting with Qinghe on either side of the front of the carriage.

Her eyes, which had just been filled with tenderness and affection, gradually became veiled with a cold, icy light.

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Fang Shuo's palace was naturally not as large as Yun Han's palace, but it was exquisitely beautiful and had a unique style characteristic of Fang Shuo.

Shen Nanzi was led to the Xuanzheng Hall and waited for about an hour before it was their turn to have an audience.

Ye Shuyin was stopped outside, while Shen Nanzi was taken inside.

Xuanzheng Hall is the hall where Mo Lanxing handled government affairs in the front hall and slept in the back hall.

It wasn't very big, but the interior was exquisite and luxurious, which showed that Fang Shuo had considerable financial resources.

With just one glance, Shen Nanzi was stunned by the appearance of the person seated there.

Even though I was mentally prepared, my heart still skipped a beat when I actually saw it.

Mo Lanxing is a calmer version of Ye Shuyin; he has neither a seductive charm nor a smile.

His features were delicate and indifferent; it seemed that even a single glance from him could send chills down one's spine.

Like a still pool of water, it couldn't help but remind Shen Nanzi of Xie Yan.

Shen Nanzi's first impression was that she was not very friendly.

This person is like a lonely iceberg, devoid of warmth.

Shen Nanzi performed a kowtow, saying, "This humble woman greets Your Majesty."

"No need for formalities, please take a seat." His voice was indeed as cold and aloof as he was.

Looking at the face that was exactly the same as Ye Shuyin's, Shen Nanzi felt a little breathless.

How did people with completely opposite personalities, one cold and one warm, become twins?

If these two were switched, Ye Shuyin's playful, cheeky, and clingy nature would make him seem like a completely different person the moment he sat down.

Plan one: Shen Nanzi simply doesn't want to use it anymore.

Therefore, seeing is believing, and this is quite different from the information Ye Shuyin collected.

Shen Nanzi was placed on a soft chair, the cushions of which were added separately.

He couldn't help but think to himself that Mo Lanxing was indeed very thoughtful, even taking into account the delicate nature of the women.

However, from another perspective, when dealing with such a meticulous person, no detail should be overlooked.

Even a casual gesture of yours might attract their attention.

"Madam Xue?" He looked up, his cold eyes falling on her, and Shen Nanzi felt a chilling sensation as if a cold snake had crawled over her.

"It is indeed I, Shen Nanzi," Shen Nanzi said calmly.

Knowing full well that she was Madam Xue, the fact that she asked that question alone suggests that the person had some doubts about her identity.

I knew it; anyone capable of killing Ye Shuyin was no saint.

"Can weapons really be transported from Yunhan?" He sat upright at the head of the table, his hands, with their distinct knuckles, resting on his knees.

Although he was seeking confirmation, there was a subtle doubt in his eyes.

"Although I am a merchant, I am a person of my word. As long as Your Majesty dares to buy, I dare to sell."

"Heh!" A crack suddenly appeared on his icy face, revealing a faint smile.

"Your Majesty, you must already know how well I am doing in my business."

"The common women were involved in everything from needlework and rouge to silk and satin, and even large-scale projects such as boats, grain, salt, iron, carriages, and oxen."

"Without the imperial court's special permission, does Your Majesty think that a mere woman like me could manage such a complex livelihood?"

Her meaning was clear: she had powerful connections, and it goes without saying who those connections were.

It is at least inextricably linked to the royal family.

"Besides, Fangshuo is an unavoidable route. If I were to deceive Your Majesty, wouldn't I be cutting off my own source of income?"