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Ouyang Zixin had no choice but to stand up. After all, her status was different now, and even if she wanted to throw a tantrum, it wasn't the right occasion. She raised her eyes and glanced at Yun Tianmo, who was seated on the stage, and noticed he was looking back at her. Their gazes briefly collided in the air before parting.
"The sunlight is so glaring," Ouyang Zixin said, shielding her eyes with her hand and pouting. "Let's go! Isn't it time for the drawing?"
The shadow guard obediently led the way in front of her. Although Ouyang Zixin knew the route, her status had changed, after all.
Many people by the square recognized Ouyang Zixin. When they saw her walking toward the high platform, they couldn't help but speculate. Was she going to represent Exiled Nation in the drawing? No way, when did Ouyang Zixin become so important?
Only a few sharp-eyed individuals noticed that Ouyang Zixin's attire was different today; it didn't seem to be from Exiled Nation. However, they had never seen the attire of the Cloud Nation princess, so they felt something was off but couldn't pinpoint what exactly.
It wasn't until Nangong Tuo in the front row spotted Ouyang Zixin approaching that he excitedly clenched his fist. As she got closer, he eagerly stepped forward and said, "Are you here to cheer for Exiled Nation? I'm next to draw lots; I will definitely represent Exiled Nation..."
"Princess, after Exiled Nation, it's my turn from Cloud Nation," the shadow guard reminded Ouyang Zixin of the drawing order at just the right moment.
Ouyang Zixin rolled her eyes at him. Even the shadow guard was being so sly. She shot a dissatisfied look at Yun Tianmo on the high platform. Although he didn't know what was happening, it was enough for him to realize she was upset.
"W-what?" Nangong Tuo's smile froze on his face, and his speech became less fluid. The excitement he had felt moments ago was now replaced by a heavy heart.
She had changed.
She wore a woman's hair ornament.
She was dressed in Cloud Nation's attire.
And beside her were Cloud Nation's shadow guards.
She was referred to as the Princess.
Nangong Tuo suddenly felt a wave of dizziness, as if she had taken a heavy blow to the chest. Everything around her went dark, and she stumbled.
Ouyang Zixin wanted to reach out to support her, but halfway through, she hesitated. She understood why Nangong Tuo was like this, so perhaps it was better for her to act a bit more ruthlessly; that would truly be for his own good.
On the high platform, it wasn't just Yun Tianmo who was paying attention to the situation; Nan Gong Yao was also watching. The scene he feared most had finally unfolded. However, he felt powerless; this was something Nangong Tuo had to face, resolve, and come to terms with on her own. Otherwise...
"Sometimes, cruelty is the true kindness," Yun Tianmo said softly.
Nan Gong Yao trembled at those words. He hadn't expected Yun Tianmo to remind him of this; he had indeed lost control for a moment. The Mysterious Energy was nearing its breaking point, aimed directly at Ouyang Zixin. Li Feng quickly handed over a handkerchief, indicating the cold sweat beading on Nan Gong Yao's forehead.
It was close—just a little too close.
As Nan Gong Yao wiped away the cold sweat brought on by the nearly explosive Mysterious Energy, he secretly rejoiced that if he hadn't invited Yun Tianmo and the Dream Nation's Emperor Zi Yi to join him on stage today, he might have made a grave mistake by now.
"Hmph." However, he couldn't bring himself to express gratitude; he merely snorted coldly and chose not to look at Nangong Tuo anymore, preferring to ignore it altogether.
Yun Tianmo didn't mind; he simply chuckled and shook his head.
"It seems the Ink King is in a good mood," Feng Chengzhi finally found an opportunity to speak up after waiting for so long.
"Of course! He got married, so naturally he's in a good mood. He used to have such a deadpan expression; who knew he could actually smile?" Nan Gong Yao continued with sarcasm. No matter how high-ranking or elder someone was, if they upset his son, he would still stand up for him!
Yun Tianmo ignored the two of them and remained aloof, his gaze solely fixed on Ouyang Zixin.
"Third Prince, please draw a lot."
The attendant reminded him from the side, looking somewhat worriedly at Nangong Tuo and Ouyang Zixin, not understanding what was going on between the two.
Ouyang Zixin curled her lips into a smile and gestured politely, saying, "The sun is too harsh; I ask the Third Prince to draw first so that I can finish quickly and find some shade from this heat."
Nangong Tuo forced himself to calm down, his gaze towards Ouyang Zixin was complex. He swallowed a few times but did not speak.
"You are so ruthless."
Nangong Tuo suddenly leaned forward and whispered this into Ouyang Zixin's ear. Without waiting for her reaction, he swiftly turned and walked towards the drawing table. He casually drew a lot without looking and tossed it onto the table before striding away without looking back.
Ouyang Zixin's soft sigh did not reach his ears but caught the attention of Nan Gong Yao and Yun Tianmo.
Nan Gong Yao raised an eyebrow; although he was reluctant to admit it, he had to say that Yun Tianmo was quite lucky. His son had good taste, but unfortunately lacked the fortune to win over the beauty.
Yun Tianmo's eyes sparkled with deeper amusement, making him appear more spirited, unaffected by the scorching sun at all.
Ouyang Zixin soon drew a lot as well; it was blank. She handed it over in confusion, only to hear one of the shadow guards explain, "Princess Consort has good luck; we have a bye in the first round."
"Oh? Still flattering, taught by Yun Tianmo?" Ouyang Zixin shot a glance at the shadow guard. Although she wanted to cut through the chaos quickly, she disliked being rushed by someone beside her, and this shadow guard had clearly offended his new mistress.
Under the blazing sun, an inexplicable chill swept from behind the shadow guard...
"Camp, wait for me... I'm coming soon."
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"Still angry?" Yun Tianmo returned from outside and saw Ouyang Zixin sitting at the head of the main hall. Noticing that she had no intention of getting up, he realized that this Little Woman was indeed upset today.
Although he had dealt with that "ungrateful" shadow guard, his wife still needed to be coaxed by him.
"Wife." Yun Tianmo approached tentatively and called her softly.
Ouyang Zixin turned slightly but ignored him.
Liu Ying and Liu Lu, who were nearby, were perceptive. From the moment Yun Tianmo stepped into the main hall, they retreated to a safe distance, keeping watch and ensuring no one approached.
Yun Tianmo called out a few more times before Ouyang Zixin finally turned her face towards him, her beautiful eyes wide with anger. "What’s this? It’s one thing for your shadow guard to be trained to be cunning, but now he dares to attack someone right in front of me? Is this also something you taught him?"
To Yun Tianmo, the matter of the shadow guard attacking someone seemed trivial. It was just that it hadn't been handled very well; he realized he needed to ensure the shadow guard was more discreet in the future.
"Not at all," Yun Tianmo thought to himself, but he couldn't admit it out loud and quickly denied it with confidence.
"I only taught him to protect his master," Yun Tianmo added after a moment's thought, "and the mistress."
(To be continued.)
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