FRGNM -Chapter 17 It Really Is a Bargain for You

Only then did Fang Xu react. He hurriedly said, “Yeah, what if this is a trap? If you go, won’t you be done for? You’d better not go…”

“So what if it’s a trap? Is Nangong Mo planning to rob me of my chastity?” Ling Ruoxi scoffed.

“Look at me now—am I even a ‘pure maiden’ anymore? If Nangong Mo were to rob me of my virtue, it’d actually be a bargain for me.” As she spoke, her jade-like hand brushed aside the long hair covering the left side of her face. The withered, aged skin—like old tree bark—was truly shocking to behold.

However, Ye Ningfeng had already seen Ling Ruoxi’s face before. Now, upon seeing her like this, his expression changed drastically. Unable to hold back, he exclaimed angrily, “Your face… how did it become like this?”

He still remembered their first meeting—her peerlessly beautiful face had left him flustered and shaken, even revealing a hint of nervous awe. But now… compared to the angelic beauty of the right side, the left cheek was downright terrifying.

Half angel, half demon!

“I don’t know what happened either. I woke up and it was like this,” Ling Ruoxi said calmly with a faint smile. “But things will sort themselves out eventually. There’ll be a solution. Let’s go—take me to see Nangong Mo.” She gently let her hair fall back into place, covering the ugly side of her face and hiding her left eye as well.

Ye Ningfeng’s heart pounded violently. He couldn’t help but take a deep breath. The person before him trusted him so completely—it felt like the encouragement given by one’s closest kin. Yet, from her eyes, he couldn’t read the slightest emotional fluctuation.

She was always so carefree, as if she had no other emotions at all. From a stunning beauty to an ugly woman—did she really not care even a little?

If it were any other woman, she would have been wailing and despairing long ago. What a strange woman. Where did such confidence come from?

At the same time, outside the heavily guarded residence, soldiers had completely surrounded the Ling household, allowing no one to enter.

This place was still quite a distance from the imperial palace. Moreover, since it was Ling Ruoxi’s home turf, Nangong Mo had chosen to stay at the Ling residence.

Ling Huiru was overjoyed, practically wishing she could throw herself at him. Unfortunately, the moment Nangong Mo entered the Ling household, he collapsed into bed, drifting into a dazed sleep and never waking up. Perhaps this sleep would become an eternal one.

Seeing that she had ended up back at the Ling residence again, Ling Ruoxi scratched her head helplessly. After making a huge detour, she had come right back here?

Sensing the killing intent spreading behind her—ready to strike at any moment—Ling Ruoxi merely toyed with the dagger in her hand, smiling faintly.

If she truly hadn’t noticed anything, she would have disgraced the title of “assassin.”

Concealing one’s aura, concealing one’s emotions, concealing everything—never letting the enemy sense any change in one’s heart—this was the most basic instinct of an assassin. Only fools would deliberately expose their presence, afraid others wouldn’t know they were nearby.

“Ling Ruoxi!” Upon seeing that familiar figure, the surrounding guards instantly turned into wolves, ready to pounce and devour her on the spot.

Ye Ningfeng stepped in front of Ling Ruoxi first. With a flick of his hand, he revealed a royal token and said coldly, “Stand aside.”

“This is… a royal token… Yes!” The guards froze, immediately stepping aside to clear a path. Yet veins bulged on their foreheads—no one knew how long they could endure it.

A woman who had escaped from under such heavy guard, now boldly appearing before them again—this was a blatant provocation!

“Oh? A royal token. Didn’t expect you to be part of the royal family,” Ling Ruoxi said with a casual smile upon seeing the glittering token, showing no great reaction.

Ye Ningfeng merely shook his head and stepped forward coolly. “No. Members of the royal family all bear the surname Nangong. I’m just—”

“Enough. I’m not interested in your identity. Young Master Ye, please,” Ling Ruoxi cut him off impatiently. Whoever he was had nothing to do with her. Such useless information wasn’t worth knowing.

Fang Xu grabbed Ling Ruoxi’s wrist and leaned in, whispering, “Ruoxi, you’re not serious, are you? You’re really going in? No—wait—do you really not know who Young Master Ye Ningfeng is?”

“Why would I bother learning that? Say one more word and I’ll sew your mouth shut with needle and thread so you’ll never speak again. Let’s go.” Rolling her eyes at Fang Xu, Ling Ruoxi strode forward. As if she would ever be afraid of her own home.

However, once inside, Ling Ruoxi felt somewhat depressed. Of all the rooms Nangong Mo could have chosen, he had picked her boudoir.

The simple room was plain at a glance, yet it carried a faint scholarly aura. Unfamiliar with the Dragonwalk Continent, Ling Ruoxi had moved many books out of the study and often burned sandalwood incense in the room. Over time, it developed a light, lingering fragrance.

And those medical physicians had said this place was suitable for healing—clean and convenient—so they arranged for Nangong Mo to stay here.

Clean and convenient my ass! Didn’t they know she had spent an entire day cleaning up this messy place?

“We’re here. Take a look,” Ye Ningfeng said as he entered the room.

The guards on both sides dared not disturb them, glaring at Ling Ruoxi with eyes full of hatred—furious, yet too afraid to speak.