FRGNM -Chapter 212 The Bait

Nangong Mo quickly smiled and said, “So that’s how it is. Miss Qian, everything just now was a misunderstanding. I only came to look for a friend. If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving now.”

“Hmph.”
Qian Yi replied coldly, her gaze falling on Nangong Mo. She vaguely felt she had seen this man somewhere before, but recalling what he had said earlier, she couldn’t help feeling disgusted and turned her eyes away.

However, although he wanted to leave, the people below were unwilling to let him go. They enthusiastically escorted Nangong Mo all the way into the Qian residence, insisting that Qian Yi accompany him before they were finally willing to disperse.

“Using you as bait isn’t as good as letting Nangong Mo go in person. See? Nangong Mo seems to have feelings for Qian Yi.”
Lying on the roof eaves and watching the two people inside the house, Ling Ruoxi smiled faintly.

Luo Mingyu, sitting nearby, yawned and shrugged helplessly with a grin. “I really pity Nangong Mo—marrying such a tough woman. But what you mentioned about the gift… what exactly did you give?”

“Uh…” Ling Ruoxi hesitated. “I smeared aphrodisiac on your clothes. When you fought with Qian Yi just now, she must have inhaled some of it. Don’t worry, it’s not the cruel kind—anyone with strong willpower can endure it…”

Seeing Luo Mingyu’s expression darken, she swallowed nervously. “It was just for fun, no need to be so serious, right?”

However, the man merely smiled and leaned his head against Ling Ruoxi’s shoulder. “I didn’t expect you to be so proactive. That means I got affected too. My body feels really uncomfortable…”

“I—Luo Mingyu, don’t pretend! Be careful or I’ll destroy you! With your willpower, that little thing is child’s play. I—I’ll use the Thirty-Six Stratagems—retreat is best. Bye!” Her hair stood on end at the thought of last night. Ling Ruoxi immediately fled as if greased lightning, vanishing in a flash.

Luo Mingyu laughed heartily, watching her disappear with helpless amusement. His long, narrow eyes slowly closed, then locked onto the two figures leaving the Qian residence. A faint smile curled his lips. I’ll let you off for now, little thing. There’s still business to take care of.

With a leap, the white figure vanished from the eaves.

Meanwhile, as the two people from the Qian residence stepped outside, Nangong Mo frowned slightly. Seeing no one else around, he finally relaxed. “I didn’t expect the people of the imperial city to be so enthusiastic. Truly…”

“They’ve always been like this. Who told you to defeat me on the platform?” Qian Yi said coldly. “Where is your friend? Take me to see him!”

From beginning to end, she never asked Nangong Mo’s name. She had only one target—Luo Mingyu!

Nangong Mo was startled. “You mean Mingyu? But… miss, I think that guy was just fooling around. He wouldn’t seriously get on the platform, and besides—”

“I know he has a wife. But I need to make things clear to him. Take me there,” Qian Yi said icily, her resolute attitude allowing no refusal.

With a helpless sigh, Nangong Mo nodded. “Alright, I’ll take you. But nothing improper can happen between you two. Otherwise, I won’t let him go—and I won’t let you go either. Let’s go. He’s staying at Hanyu Pavilion.”

Inside a room, a white-robed figure stood casually flipping through the books on the desk, a cold smile hanging at the corner of his lips. Military treatises filled the shelves, neatly arranged—yet somehow ironic.

“Creak—”

The door opened. The man outside stepped in, his gaze landing on the white figure. His expression darkened as he subconsciously clenched the soft sword at his waist. “Who are you?”

“General Qian, wasn’t it you who told your daughter who I am? And now you ask who I am—how amusing.” A faint smile appeared as the man slowly turned around, revealing his handsome face. Qian Guang’s expression changed drastically.

He never expected this person to appear here—inside the Qian residence, no less!

“So it’s His Highness the Evil King,” Qian Guang said, quickly clasping his hands, his expression growing solemn. “May I ask what important matter brings you to the Qian residence?”

Could it be that Qian Yi had caused trouble outside?

Closing the book in his hand, Luo Mingyu stepped forward and smiled lightly. “Nothing much. It’s just that after learning my identity, your daughter wished to become my concubine. As General Qian, you should know—some things are beyond what you can accept. She held a martial contest for marriage, and I went on stage merely to use the opportunity to have Miss Qian bring me into the Qian residence. At the same time…”

“At the same time, to tell General Qian to hold fast to his principles and not switch sides for personal gain. On General Lieyun’s list, I seem to have seen your own signature. Heh…”
Was this irony? Luo Mingyu smiled without saying more, his white figure walking forward, giving Qian Guang no chance to react.

Qian Guang’s eyes darkened. His tall body trembled violently as he spun around—only to find the white figure already gone.

Pressing his temples, Qian Guang sat down heavily. Only then did he notice a piece of paper on the desk. The words on it made his pupils shrink.

The next ruler of Duanyun Kingdom must be the Crown Prince. Lieyun’s faction will eventually be destroyed. I request that the general redeploy the border troops back to the capital, unite with other generals, and gather an army of five hundred thousand within one month. Remember—remember.

Meanwhile, out on the street, Qian Yi felt increasingly uncomfortable. It was as if something were crawling all over her body. She subconsciously scratched her neck, her gaze growing unfocused.

“Miss Qian, what’s wrong?” Upon entering Hanyu Pavilion, Nangong Mo noticed her condition and looked at her in confusion.

Thinking of Zhao Han’s poison, Qian Yi frowned. “It’s nothing. I may have inhaled a bit of that despicable man’s poison. I’ll be fine after resting and circulating my energy.”

“Poison?” Nangong Mo was startled. “Dou Qi practitioners naturally have resistance to poison. Although the imperial city restricts Dou Qi use, it doesn’t forbid its circulation. If you’re uncomfortable, please tell me.”

Qian Yi paused. Indeed—Dou Qi practitioners could neutralize poison even if they couldn’t actively use Dou Qi. But now…

“Qingyi, is Mingyu back yet?” Nangong Mo looked upstairs and asked.

Resting his chin on his hand, Qingyi leaned out and looked down. “Oh, it’s Young Master Nangong. Mingyu really calculated this well. He said that if you arrived, you should wait for him in the second-floor Room Jia. They’ll be back soon.”

“That brat!” Nangong Mo sighed helplessly. Turning to the woman whose face was faintly flushed, his heart skipped a beat. He subconsciously reached out to touch her forehead.

Qian Yi immediately sensed something and stepped back warily, her sharp eyes locking onto him. “Sir, please behave yourself. Where is Room Jia?”

“Sorry. This way.” Nangong Mo cursed himself inwardly and led her upstairs.

The room was spotless, already prepared. Pastries and tea sat on the table. Nangong Mo sat down and drained a cup of tea in one gulp, only to feel his throat itch slightly.

“If you’re not feeling well, rest here for a while. Mingyu probably won’t be back for some time.”
Seeing the woman drenched in sweat, Nangong Mo frowned and avoided touching her.

Qian Yi lifted her teacup and drank it all at once, barely suppressing the fire in her heart. What was going on? Could that poison really be so powerful?

With that thought, she quickly sat cross-legged on the bed, circulating her Dou Qi to suppress the heat within her body.

Outside, the two men watched the room’s occupants with bored expressions, rubbing their temples helplessly.

“Will this work? If it gets discovered, what then?” Qingyi frowned, tapping the table.

The white-robed figure beside him merely smiled helplessly and spread his hands. “Old man, are you doubting your own medical skills? With your help, do you think those two will still be able to sit calmly?”

“My lord! You should know Nangong Mo has incredible willpower. And Qian Yi—she’s lived in military camps for years. Even if she doesn’t understand such drugs, she’s still outstanding among women, with willpower dozens of times stronger than ordinary people. Even if my medicine works, it requires both man and woman to resolve it. These two won’t be controlled by the drug for at least half an hour!” Qingyi almost bit his tongue. If he’d known, he wouldn’t have helped with such a wicked plan.

After all, Ling Ruoxi had drugged Luo Mingyu, and Qian Yi had inhaled some as well. With Nangong Mo and Qian Yi—an unmarried man and woman alone in a room—plus the drug’s effect, it wouldn’t be surprising if something happened.

“So what if it takes half an hour?” Luo Mingyu said lightly. “You watch them. I’ll go outside and stay with the little one—she’ll probably barge in unexpectedly.”
With a faint smile, he opened the window and leapt out, his gaze locking onto a small figure in the crowd.

Qingyi frowned and asked softly, “Mingyu, you had me drug their tea—can you tell me your purpose?”

“Hm?” Luo Mingyu replied calmly. “If love is selfish, I think you’d do the same. No one would keep a bomb by their side. To me, Nangong Mo is a bomb. He has feelings for Qian Yi—I’m just fulfilling them. Besides, with the Qian family’s power joining in, his claim to the throne will be much more stable.”

With that, the white figure vanished.

Qingyi sat there thoughtfully, unable to understand what these people were thinking. Selfish? Then what about you—aren’t you selfish too?

As the heat grew stronger, Qian Yi’s face turned increasingly strained. She suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the man before her, unconsciously licking her lips. Her slender fingers clenched the bedsheet as she stepped down from the bed and walked toward him.

“Miss Qian?” Nangong Mo slowly opened his eyes and looked up, taking a sharp breath. Something was wrong—now even he was finding it hard to endure. It felt as if a kitten were scratching inside his heart.

The domineering woman strode forward, grabbed Nangong Mo’s clothes, pulled him up, and without a word, sealed his lips with hers. With a ripping sound, she violently tore off his purple robe.

Even Qingyi, watching from outside, almost spat. This woman was terrifyingly bold—so aggressive!

“You—!” Nangong Mo nearly choked on his own saliva. He quickly raised his hands to block her and pushed her away, his face turning bluish. “What are you doing? Miss Qian, you are a Princess—please conduct yourself properly. Don’t—”