Chapter 096: Why Are You So Foolish

The guard glanced around with a doubtful expression.

“Everyone, step back!” Mo Fan understood his hesitation and quickly gave the order.

Once the bystanders had all left, the guard finally retrieved a small token from his sleeve and handed it to Mo Fan.

“Someone from Mo Yan’s faction?!” Mo Fan exclaimed in shock. “Damn it, I should have known he wasn’t done yet! How infuriating—daring to compete with me for a woman!” With that, Mo Fan turned and rushed toward the door.

“Your Highness...” the guard tried to stop him but failed. Just as anxiety mounted, a regal figure blocked the prince’s path outside the door.

“Fan’er, where are you rushing off to in such a fury?” The newcomer was none other than Mo Fan’s mother, Empress Chen of the Fire Kingdom.

“Mother, what are you doing here? I was just about to confront that brat Mo Yan.” Mo Fan said, still seething with anger.

“No, you’re not going.” Empress Chen lifted her chin, radiating the imposing dignity befitting an empress.

“Mother...” Mo Fan tried to protest but was gently pulled aside and seated by her.

“I heard everything you said. This morning, upon learning there was an assassin in the palace last night, I came out of concern for you. But to think it’s over a woman again. Fan’er, you are the crown prince, and in a couple of years, you will be the sovereign of the Fire Kingdom. By then, you will have thousands of beauties at your disposal; why rush now?

Your father already holds many grievances against you. Aside from our loyal ministers, the rest of the court looks down on you in secret. Can’t you show some resolve?!” The empress grew more agitated, finally clutching her chest with a pained expression.

“Mother, please don’t worry. I won’t go, I promise.” Seeing her distress, Mo Fan hurried over and took her hand, conceding.

After a while, the empress’s furrowed brow finally eased.

“Fan’er, heed your mother’s words and endure for two more years. When you ascend the throne, no one will dare to question you.” Though the emperor said nothing, she knew he disliked Fan’er. If he continued to act recklessly, she feared it would bring trouble.

“Yes, I understand,” Mo Fan replied politely, but inwardly he was still bitter. That lovely girl had been taken from him halfway—it was impossible not to be angry. Yet, he had to listen to his mother and avoid making things worse.

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Jin’er woke naturally, stretching and yawning, only to find the sky already bright outside.

“Rumble!” Her stomach growled, and Jin’er realized she was starving, quickly getting out of bed.

Hearing movement, a waiting maid outside the door asked, “Miss, are you awake?”

Jin’er responded quickly. Soon, the door was gently pushed open, and a sprightly young maid entered carrying some items.

“Servant Xiao Die greets you, Miss. His Highness has instructed that I attend to you from today onward.” Xiao Die smiled and bowed politely before speaking.

Jin’er replied with a nod, unsure what to say. Fortunately, Xiao Die didn’t press further and busied herself helping Jin’er wash up.

“Miss, His Highness has prepared new clothes for you. Please change.” After washing, Xiao Die took out a pale blue dress from a tray and unfolded it.

Jin’er blinked, captivated by the outfit. It was a two-piece set: a pale blue brocade dress beneath, with a sheer, mist-like veil over it. Though simple at first glance, once worn, it imbued her with an ethereal elegance, almost otherworldly.

Of course, her own natural beauty played a great part.

Xiao Die was skillful and efficient, quickly finishing Jin’er’s preparations, styling her hair into a delicate butterfly bun, and adorning her with exquisite jewelry specially prepared by Mo Yan.

Staring at her transformed reflection, Jin’er was almost stunned.

Beautiful—truly beautiful.

Though praising herself felt odd, she could hardly believe the figure in the mirror was her. For years, she had lived simply, never dressing up. Even when she went to the Poison Sect to tempt the Poison Saint, she only applied minimal makeup. Never like this—with rouge lips and precious jeweled earrings.

Confident in her looks since childhood, this transformation still mesmerized her. If anyone called her breathtaking now, she would agree wholeheartedly.

Still... despite the beauty, it felt unfamiliar.

“Miss, it’s nearly noon. You may go to the dining hall to eat. His Highness is already waiting.” Xiao Die admired the woman before her but remained respectful, inwardly marveling at why His Highness had changed so much over the past two years because of a woman.

Truly a beauty beyond compare.

Brushing two strands of hair from her chest, Jin’er reluctantly gave herself a final glance in the mirror before following Xiao Die to the dining hall.

Along the way, they passed several servants who all drew quiet breaths upon seeing her.

—

Jin’er kept her gaze forward, but inside, she was quietly joyful. The world was beautiful—she would savor this hard-won happiness.

Before long, they arrived at the dining hall entrance. Mo Yan sat nearby, sipping tea as he awaited Jin’er’s arrival.

Lifting her skirt slightly, Jin’er stepped in. Mo Yan turned at the sound and was momentarily stunned upon seeing her.

Even after Jin’er took her seat, he remained dazed, staring at her without blinking.

“Cough!” Jin’er blushed under his gaze and coughed awkwardly.

Snapping out of it, Mo Yan smiled, embarrassed by his lapse. “Truly the woman I once coveted. Jin’er, you are breathtaking.” No—perfect, really.

“What woman you once coveted? I was barely thirteen when you met me.” After all, she was still a girl.

“Ah, don’t remind me. It’s embarrassing. Someone as handsome, charming, and graceful as me, yet utterly caught by a thirteen-year-old brat—how shameful.” Mo Yan pouted, looking glum.

“Indeed, quite the embarrassment,” Jin’er chuckled. Nearby, Fusheng stifled a laugh behind his hand, and Xiao Die couldn’t help but giggle aloud, quickly biting her lip and lowering her head when she realized the slip.

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