The Tempestuous Consort – Wilfully Pampered by the Beastly Highness Chapter 722 - He Wanted to Personally End Lan’er’s Bad Romances

Chapter 722: He Wanted to Personally End Lan’er’s Bad Romances
There was still a serious look on Si Mobai’s face, but his heart couldn’t help but soften when she smiled so brilliantly. “Since the delivery of the letter,” he said, “I’ve never set eyes on her, even if it was just to pass by her, let alone other things.”
He knew what rumors were currently spreading in Xuantian Continent, but he couldn’t stop them. After all, the rumors had to do with Lan’er’s true identity, and he wanted to keep her secret well protected.
He’d cut the head off the snake who dared to spread one more rumor.
Feng Tianlan smiled and nodded. Then, she gently pecked him on the lips and said earnestly, “Mobai, I believe you. But you also need to believe in me.”
“I heard that it’s hard to guess what’s on a girl’s mind.” That was why he was so afraid.
“Hard to guess?” Feng Tianlan didn’t think that she was that hard to read. When she liked someone, she liked someone. When she believed in someone, she believed in someone. It was as simple as that.
“I heard that girls are easily angered and difficult to please.” Would Lan’er be angry if he didn’t explain the rumors that were flying around?
Feng Tianlan looked up at him and asked, “Am I angry?”
Si Mobai frowned and said, “Why aren’t you angry?”
She should be angry about this kind of thing, right?
Hearing this, the corners of Feng Tianlan’s mouth curled upward and she asked, “Do you want me to be angry?”
Si Mobai shook his head and said, “No, I don’t, but any other girl would be.”
“I believe you.” So why did she have to be angry?
Si Mobai looked at Feng Tianlan. An unfamiliar face was looking back at him and, moreover, it was a man’s face, a very handsome one at that. He helplessly touched her head and said, “As long as Lan’er is happy, all is well.”
It was good that she wasn’t angry, but he couldn’t help but feel that it was because she didn’t care about him that she wasn’t angry. If it’d been him, he would’ve believed her, but he also would’ve been angry.
Feng Tianlan let go of his hand and looked up at him, a serious look on her face. She lowered her voice and pointedly asked, “Mobai, did you fool around while I was gone?”
Si Mobai shook his head and then turned to look at Chen Xinyi, as well as Mei’er and Xiao Xiao. They were baldly staring in their direction. And one of them was a woman who was looking plaintively at Feng Tianlan as if she were looking at a heartless rat.
“I did not. But it seems like Lan’er has misled a few.”
“Er…” Feng Tianlan stared blankly at him and immediately felt guilty. She said, “To be honest, I think the person behind all this isn’t Sister Lin. Someone misled us to think that Sister Lin sent the assassins.”
Although Sister Lin had good handwriting, she was very lazy and detested writing. She would avoid taking up the brush as long as possible. Basically, her personal imperial maids were the ones who wrote on her behalf. The handwriting in the letter the assassin had shown them just now had definitely looked like Sister Lin’s. However, it was the imperial maid’s handwriting made to look like Sister Lin’s.
Si Mobai grunted slightly and peered down at her. “So how many ladies did Lan’er mislead?” he asked.
Feng Tianlan hugged him closely and blinked, “Mobai, I miss you.”
“I miss you too.” With that, he continued, adding, “So how many ladies have you flirted with? Who are you?”
He wanted to personally end those bad romances!
Feng Tianlan clasped her hands together and assumed a pitiful appearance. “I’m hungry,” she said. “I was hunted down every day and had to hide everywhere. I haven’t had a good meal for such a long time. Besides, I wasn’t able to have Mobai’s cooking. I haven’t eaten breakfast today. I’m so hungry.”
Si Mobai looked down at Feng Tianlan’s pitiful appearance. His beautiful eyes shimmered. He knew that she was pretending on purpose, but he still couldn’t help feeling sorry. He pulled a golden fruit out of thin air and said, “Fill your stomach with this first. Then, I’ll take you home and make you anything you want to eat.”
Feng Tianlan took a bite of the golden fruit. Its sweet and fresh juice overflowed, making her squint her eyes and nod. “Let’s leave with my friends. I’m afraid there’ll be more assassins,” she said.