FRGNM -Chapter 219 You Must Be Blind

Ling Ruoxi’s expression darkened as well. She stared coldly at the man before her—that was Jiang Ling, the man who had once traveled with her to the Realm of the Gods. She hadn’t expected to encounter him here.

Qian Yi frowned, her willow-like brows lifting slightly as she said coldly, “Nothing’s going on. Move aside, you dog of Lieyun.”

“You!” Jiang Ling’s face sank. But he recognized Qian Yi. Turning slightly, his gaze locked onto the man beside her who was bleeding from the nose, then flicked to the blood on Qian Yi’s forehead. Calmly, he raised a hand to block her path. “Stop. Even if you’re a Princess, you must obey the rules of the Imperial City. Fighting is forbidden within the city. You and him—doesn’t this count as openly defying imperial discipline?”

“Me fighting him?” Qian Yi sneered. “Which eye of yours saw that, huh?” She tilted her head toward Nangong Mo. “Hey, this dog of Lieyun says we were fighting. Tell him—were we fighting just now?”

“If you weren’t fighting, then how do you explain the blood on his face? And the blood on your forehead?” Jiang Ling’s eyes flashed coldly as he sneered.

Qian Yi’s face darkened. Almost instantly, she wiped the blood from her face and snapped, “He suddenly got a nosebleed—does that have anything to do with me?”

“Oh?” Jiang Ling’s voice grew colder. “Then how do you explain this young lady’s injury?” He pointed at Ling Ruoxi. “I just received a report that the Princess was fighting with another woman at the Lotus Pond. Is there still anything to explain?”

As he spoke, he reached out to grab Ling Ruoxi.

But he was fast—and Luo Mingyu was faster.

A sharp glint flashed in Luo Mingyu’s eyes as he smiled coldly. “Yo, kid. We meet again.”

“You—” It was as if something exploded in Jiang Ling’s mind. His face changed drastically as he stared at the man before him in shock. He remembered it clearly—the man who had barged into the Realm of the Gods and, with a single move, annihilated the divine beast they had raised.
This man—Evil King Luo Mingyu!

“Looks like you already know who I am.” Luo Mingyu curled his lips, pulling Ling Ruoxi into his arms. Raising an eyebrow, he smiled. “My woman was injured by a hidden weapon. Does that count as a crime too? What about you patrolmen—why wasn’t security tighter? You let someone hurt Ruoxi.”

“Ruoxi… Ling Ruoxi… you…” The woman from the Realm of the Gods—it was her. Jiang Ling’s pupils shrank abruptly, his whole body trembling as he clenched his teeth and turned aside.
“You may go. Just don’t fight openly again. If you run into my elder brother and the others, you won’t be this lucky.”

“Hahaha! Twelfth Brother, even if you ran into us, so what then?”

A man strode forward with a cold laugh. Soldiers surged in behind him, surrounding the group tightly.

A sharp gleam appeared in his eyes as Jiang Wei sneered coldly. “Anyone who fights in the Imperial City—we have the authority to execute first and report later! Men, arrest these traitors! I want to see what abilities they really have!”

“Big Brother, it’s not like that—it’s just a misunderstanding!” Jiang Ling panicked and hurriedly tried to stop him.

But Jiang Wei shoved Jiang Ling aside and said indifferently, “Useless man. Can’t even move when you see a woman? Princess, the people of Duanyun know you’re a Princess—but they also know you have no blood relation to the royal family. You openly oppose us; even if you were imperial kin, we would show no mercy!”

“Ha! Since when did the dogs of Lieyun become so arrogant?” Qian Yi sneered, cupping her hands toward the sky. “I may not be related by blood to the royal family, but I am still a Princess personally conferred by His Majesty. If you dare touch me, you’re showing utter disrespect to the Emperor himself!”

Jiang Wei clenched his fists and laughed coldly. “Fine. You’re a Princess—I can’t arrest you. But these three lowly commoners beside you must at least be thrown into prison. Princess, do you have anything else to say?”

“Pfft—hahahaha…”

The woman who had looked so cold just moments ago suddenly burst into laughter. Her dazzling smile bloomed, instantly captivating Nangong Mo’s heart. He shuddered slightly—he had never seen Qian Yi smile so happily before.

When her laughter faded, Qian Yi stared coldly at the two men opposite her. “What audacity. Commoners? Do you even know who they are—what their identities are?”

“Oh?” Jiang Wei sneered. “That’s funny. I don’t care who they are. Even if they were imperial relatives, anyone who fights here will be arrested all the same!”

Qian Yi snorted and turned to the three behind her. She grabbed Ling Ruoxi’s wrist, a sharp gleam of intelligence flashing in her eyes. “This woman comes from Qiongyu Immortal Island. I believe you should know what that means, little dog. Open your eyes wide—she is from Qiongyu Immortal Island. He is her husband. And he…”

Jiang Wei’s body trembled. The moment he heard “Qiongyu Immortal Island,” his face changed drastically. In all of Duanyun, there were only two people from that place—the Evil King and the Saintess!

Could this woman be…

Cold sweat dripped down Jiang Wei’s forehead. He glared fiercely at Jiang Ling—why hadn’t this brat told him the truth earlier?

Jiang Ling already knew. He could only smile bitterly. His elder brother was in serious trouble now.

Qian Yi curled her lips and grabbed Nangong Mo by the collar. Looking at the dazed man, she subconsciously twisted the flesh at his waist hard and said with a low laugh, “This man is the mortal enemy of your old Lieyun dog—and the one we all support. Tell me—who do you think he is?”

“Hah, anyone can talk big. At the very least, you should show some proof, Princess!” Jiang Wei snapped, forcing himself to stay calm as he coldly swept his gaze over Nangong Mo’s blank expression.

With a faint smile, Qian Yi dropped to one knee and cupped her hands. “Qian Yi pays her respects to the Crown Prince.”

The onlookers were so shocked their legs went weak. They hurriedly knelt down as well.
The Crown Prince? But that guy just now—he didn’t look like the Crown Prince at all!

Jiang Wei’s face changed as he sneered coldly. “Princess, are you willing to abandon your own status just to protect your little lover? If he’s really the Crown Prince, I’ll twist my own head off and let you kick it like a ball!”

“Oh? And why wouldn’t I be the Crown Prince?” Nangong Mo laughed coldly, helping Qian Yi to her feet and stepping forward calmly. “Have you ever seen the Crown Prince? Do you even know what he looks like?”

His killing intent spilled out like a blade as he stared disdainfully at Jiang Wei.

“You—!” Jiang Wei’s face sank, though his confidence wavered. “I may not know what the Crown Prince looks like, but it’s definitely not you!”

Nangong Mo laughed loudly, pulled Qian Yi into his arms, and said coldly, “Then I’ll tell you now, dog slave—I am the Crown Prince, Murong Mo. And this Princess will become my Crown Princess. Do you still dare say she has no royal ties now? Hm?”

“Ridiculous—you—”

“Your Highness!”

Before Jiang Wei could finish, a guard suddenly appeared before Nangong Mo and knelt at once.

“What is it?” Nangong Mo asked quietly, removing the handkerchief from his nose.

“His Majesty summons you. Please return to the palace immediately.”

“I’ll go at once.” Nangong Mo nodded, then added coldly, “Also—warn General Lieyun. Next time, keep a better leash on his dogs.”

Jiang Wei’s face was completely ruined. When the guard produced a golden token engraved with the words Inner Palace, Jiang Wei’s face turned deathly pale and he dropped to his knees.

“Spare my life! I failed to recognize Your Highness!”

“General Lieyun really should discipline his dogs better,” the guard snorted. “Remember—not everyone is someone you can stop.”

After Nangong Mo left, Qian Yi finally let out a sigh of relief.

She froze for a moment, then shook her head. Why was she worrying about that man? Still… remembering what he had said earlier, her heart suddenly pounded. He had publicly declared that she would be his future Crown Princess…

“Haha, look at you smiling,” Ling Ruoxi laughed, patting Qian Yi on the shoulder. “Seems like you’re starting to accept His Highness.”

“Ling Ruoxi—” Jiang Ling called out, but under Luo Mingyu’s gaze, he slowly withdrew his hand. Lowering his voice, he asked, “Your injury… is it healed now?”