Chapter 5750: Reunion
A team of riders was galloping furiously towards them. The woman in the red wedding dress, lying on the ground, painfully reached out a hand, screaming for help with a look of terror. A knife suddenly fell, poised to sever her tender arm.
From the side, an arrowhead shot out, striking the man's knife and sending it flying. The woman in the red wedding dress, still prostrate, slowly raised her head. She saw a young man in black military attire, with sharp, sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, galloping swiftly towards her. With a flick of his whip, he scooped her up from the ground.
The banana-munching spectator, Qiao Lin, widened her eyes slightly, a piece of banana still in her mouth, looking at the newcomer with a hint of surprise. Isn't that... who was that again?Who? Little Lin's mind raced, her eyes blinking rapidly. Wow, after a few years, he's actually grown into a handsome young man. And this heroic rescue was truly thrilling, perfectly executed.
Wait!
Little Lin blinked, watching the man arrive heroically, using his horsewhip to directly scoop up the woman in the wedding dress from the ground. She originally thought he was going to pull the girl into his arms. Who knew... The guy actually just flung her behind him! Poor woman in the wedding dress, who had been gazing at him with tender, gentle affection, was suddenly flung by the horsewhip. She flew out with a "whoosh," her face contorted and pale, letting out a sharp scream.
Qiao Lin: ... That was truly messed up. She watched, dumbfounded, as the woman's face transformed from one of tender affection to a twisted, distorted mask, flying past her with a whoosh. Of course, the man's throw was skilled; it wasn't meant to kill the woman. Naturally, someone else on horseback galloped up from behind and caught the woman. However, after such a fright, the woman in the wedding dress clearly fainted, her face pale and dizzy. She would probably have psychological trauma for days.
Qiao Lin quickly swallowed her banana and was about to discreetly conceal herself, but then the man suddenly looked up, his sharp gaze shooting towards her hiding spot. Oh no... Qiao Lin, unprepared, suddenly missed her footing and began to fall from the tree. Just as she was about to straighten her small body, the other person had already leaped up, rushing towards her.
Qiao Lin instinctively threw an old punch. The opponent quickly caught it, reached out, and wrapped an arm around her waist, his gaze fixed on her face. Qiao Lin was slightly surprised: Huh, this kid has grown quite fast these past few years! With one grab and one embrace, she actually couldn't break free?? What's going on?! This brat...
"Is that you?" Mo Yu's eyes fixed on the struggling young girl. He suddenly reached out and grabbed a section of her high ponytail. "You brat, you're back?" He flew down from the tree with her in his arms, landing at the base of the tree. His eyes suddenly lit up, sweeping away his previous cold expression as he hastily reached out and shook Little Lin.
"Get lost!" Little Lin angrily shook his hand off, took a breath, and quickly rescued her hair from his grip. "You rotten kid! Grabbing my hair the moment we meet! You truly are as unruly as you were ten years ago, completely unchanged."
The soldiers accompanying them were all dumbfounded. In all these years, they had never seen anyone dare to raise their voice at their Crown Prince. Ever since the Twelfth Prince was named Crown Prince, his actions had become increasingly mature and steady, and his methods bore a striking resemblance to those of His Royal Highness Mo Lian back then.
The Growth of the Young Prince
The court officials, who had initially been grieving and fearful over the absence of His Royal Highness Mo Lian, gradually became more reliant on the Twelfth Prince. And the Old King, who had initially gritted his teeth and handled state affairs, gradually transferred everything to the Twelfth Prince within a year, becoming a hands-off ruler once more... Our Old King truly is a remarkable person! Fortunately, he had at least one or two good sons capable of handling great responsibilities, otherwise, life would simply be impossible. One must remember that when His Royal Highness Mo Lian first left, for at least a full year, the Old King's handling of state affairs caused utter chaos and conflict with the court officials. The ministers were furious, but the Old King was also deeply resentful. For a while, it was even rumored that the Old King feigned illness for three months straight, dumping all state affairs onto the Empress Dowager...
Now, there are whispers circulating in the storytelling alleys that the Empress Dowager, exasperated by his lack of ambition and frustrated by his uselessness, took a whip and gave the Old King a good beating. Our Old King truly is, well, there's nothing to say, except for a flood of old tears when you talk about it.
Mo Yu suddenly laughed, extended a hand, and vigorously pulled the young girl's long ponytail again. "Tell me, where's my brother? Where's my sister-in-law? Are they too ashamed to see me?"
"Who's ashamed to see you!"
"You said you'd be back in three years, and how many years has it been?"
"My precious nephew, whom I've never met, must be over three years old by now, right? My brother is such a liar! And my sister-in-law too."
Qiao Lin's lips twitched. "Hey, didn't we agree on five years back then?"
"What five years? We agreed on three years."
"You liars."
"Didn't you come back in between?" Qiao Lin snapped, annoyed.
"That was because something happened to your family. Otherwise, would my black-hearted brother have rushed back for me if something happened to me?"
"Ha, you actually talk about my brother-in-law like that! I'm telling you, I've recorded it all with an image array! I'll show it to him later." Ungrateful wretch. It wasn't just her Qiao family that had trouble back then; those Shi family members from Divine State were coming for all of Beimo.
"Thinking about it, it's been three years already," Qiao Lin sighed wistfully. Back then, the little twelve-year-old had also desperately run to protect their Qiao family. For the sake of their old friendship, hmph, she'd let him off. Three years after their separation, this guy must be almost eighteen. His features have finally matured, and he truly resembles his brother-in-law, not those other oddball brothers...
Mo Yu scoffed. "What are you thinking? I'm asking you. What image array? Is it my sister-in-law's? Give it to me!"
"Why should I give it to you?"
"It's my sister-in-law's thing; why can't I have it?"
"That's my sister!"
Mo Yu "tsk-ed." "Are you giving it or not? If not, I'll just take it by force!"
"You!" And he said he resembled her brother-in-law. He's completely off, completely off. How is this resembling her brother-in-law? This is resembling her sister! This blatant, plundering manner truly inherited her sister's style!
Little Lin grumpily reached into her sleeve, pulled out an image array, and tossed it to him. She snorted. "How did you end up here?"
"To pick you up."
"Smooth talker!"
Mo Yu lowered his head, fiddling with the image array in his hand, playing with it admiringly for a while. He then looked up at her, smiling. "You didn't even call me 'brother' when you saw me, and you say your brother is a smooth talker?"
"What?" Little Lin stiffened all over, shaking her small fist at him.