Chapter 4: 【妃攻004】贱人吓破胆

On a table nearby lay a painting Jing Jie'er had drawn herself. Cheng Nanye sat before her, holding a copy of the *Zizhi Tongjian*, completely ignoring her.

"Wangye..." Seeing that she had gone to such lengths and Cheng Nanye still wouldn't even turn his head, she grit her teeth. She walked to his side, leaned down, and knelt at his feet. Following the line of his leg, her fingers trembled slightly as she began to stroke upward, step by step.

Now that Nan Moyi was dead, she had to have an heir. She absolutely could not lose to any of the side consorts, especially Yue Bai.

Jing Jie'er's posture finally elicited a reaction from Cheng Nanye. He looked down, hooked her chin up, and wore a playful smile. Jing Jie'er's face was covered in tear stains and her cheeks were flushed red; as she looked up at him looking down upon her, she appeared as if she were worshiping her emperor.

"Move." To her surprise, Cheng Nanye actually kicked her aside. He brushed off his robes and stood up expressionlessly.

Only now did Cheng Nanye's appearance fully enter her vision, causing Nan Moyi's heart to skip a beat. His dark eyes were hazy yet calm as still water; his face was as handsome as if carved by a woodcutter's knife, with a straight nose and thin, slightly upturned lips. His cold, stern countenance exuded majesty. He stood at least 185cm tall, and because he had been on the front lines fighting and guarding enemies all before the New Year, his skin possessed a sexy bronze hue.

He was the Wannan General, revered by the common people as the "God of War," and simultaneously the Prince Heng of the Kingdom of Gaonan.

He possessed a cold and dangerous aura.

"Wangye, I... Chenqie knows her mistake..." Jing Jie'er knelt on the floor, crying pitifully like a pear blossom in the rain. Cheng Nanye gave her a single, expressionless glance before stepping out with his long strides.

At the same time, the painting in Nan Moyi's hands was finally complete. She gently placed the brush back in its original position, washed the remaining ink from her hands, and then took the rolled white Xuan paper and walked quietly out of the study.

"Jie'er—"

A low, raspy voice suddenly came from behind, startling the weeping Jing Jie'er on the floor. She turned her head, and a shrill scream immediately rang out. Her face turned deathly pale as she stared at the approaching Nan Moyi, who was dressed in white with long hair flowing down. Her eyes widened, and she scrambled backward in a panic, her finger trembling as she pointed at her, her mouth quivering, "You... you..."

"I've come to find you... for revenge!" Nan Moyi's voice was slow, her expression ferocious.

But in truth, she wanted to laugh; Jing Jie'er's appearance at this moment was far too ridiculous. Sitting on the floor wearing nothing but a pair of wide trousers and a bandeau, her hair bun was a mess, several hairpins had fallen to the ground, and the light white powder on her cheeks had been washed away by her tears. Combined with her terrified expression, Nan Moyi felt that she looked even more terrifying than herself playing the ghost.

"Ah—! Help—!" Jing Jie'er couldn't help but scream again. Finally, the sound of rapid footsteps came from outside. Trembling, Jing Jie'er grabbed the clothes in front of her, trying to run out of the room, but because she was in such a panic, she couldn't dress herself properly. She tripped over her own feet and made intimate contact with the floor.

Ugh, it hurts.

The coldness in Nan Moyi's eyes deepened, her bloodthirsty smile making her look truly like an Asura crawling out of hell.

When Cheng Nanye walked back in, he was visibly momentarily stunned by Nan Moyi's expression before quickly regaining his composure.

"Nan Moyi, what are you doing?"

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