Chapter 107.2 Extra Story – If The Little Young Master Never Turned Black(1)
“Great.” Han Shaoling’s smile was a bit incomprehensible to her, “Sang’er, that’s great! I’m really happy!”
Sang Yuanyuan: “…” Okay, as long as you are happy.
Han Shaoling left the magnificent palace reluctantly.
Sang Yuanyuan rubbed her forehead and was about to clear her mind when she suddenly heard a slight flapping sound, as if a bird flew to her windowsill from a distance.
Then she heard a murmuring sound——
“That one surnamed Han is powerful. Although he looks uglier than me, he’s not too ugly either and he even saved her life today, so why would she want to be with me? My mother is really too much. She wants to get me a wife so much that she has turned crazy now. Forget it, for the sake of her looks that is not annoying, I won’t argue with her anymore. Just take it as my trip is in vain.”
Very young voice, fluttering, a little muddy, and it’s a breathy voice.
Sang Yuanyuan was taken aback.
She propped herself up and sat up, looking around.
Across the gauze tent, she vaguely saw a slender and long figure squatting on the eaves of the window. When the voice fell, two dark wings of light spread out behind the man, flapped with a swish, and then he flew backward into the night.
Sang Yuanyuan: “???!!!”
Who can come and tell her why there is a big bird person like a flapping moth here? !
Now, her head is really a little dizzy. Sang Yuanyuan felt that this must be the residual side effect after detoxification.
She fell back into the cloud bed and collapsed like a salty fish.
Since the male lead is reborn, he must compensate the female lead who was abused into a stockholm syndrome by him. As soon as their wonderful meeting happens, as the female supporting character, she must act very well.
Do not brush her sense of existence and just honestly wait for the divorce, so that she can survive.
She closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Her breathing gradually became even.
Just as she fell asleep, a figure in dark robes slowly walked in from the porch.
Han Shaoling stood on the edge of the cloud bed, staring at Sang Yuanyuan’s sleeping face, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
“Sang’er,” he muttered to himself, “this is really good. If you still remember You Wuming, I have to tie you up and force you to have a baby for me. Fortunately, you don’t remember. Just forget it if you don’t remember it. I don’t blame you. I forgive you. This time, I won’t give You Wuming a chance again. I will be with you until we grow old.”
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He thought for a moment and turned around: “Han Twelfth, protect Madam. Thirteenth, come with me.”
Two dark shadows flashed in from outside the door of the hall: “Yes, Lord!”
……
Han Shaoling’s face was sullen, and his eyes flashed slightly: “Go, find out the whereabouts of You Wuming.”
Han Thirteenth was at a loss: “Lord, who is You Wuming? Is it the royal family of the You clan?”
Han Shaoling widened his eyes and raised the volume a little: “The King of You state, You Wuming.”
Han Thirteenth looked anxious and said worriedly: “Lord, have you been too tired recently? Isn’t the King of You state You Mingxuan?”
You Mingxuan?
Han Shaoling was in a trance for a while. This name is not unfamiliar. In the life he lived just before, this person, You Mingxuan, died early in the hands of You Wuming. He was usually called the Old King You.
“What about the crown prince of the You state?” Han Shaoling gritted his teeth and asked.
Han Thirteenth said: “Crown Prince You, You Yingri, Concubine You’s older brother… Lord, is there any problem with him?”
“You Yingri?”
Han Thirteenth’s face was full of worry: “That’s right, You Yingri. The famous waste in the whole territory, You Yingri. Lord, do you want to investigate him?”
Han Shaoling lightly took a breath, his eyes were in a daze, and a smile appeared on the corners of his lips.
In this world, there is no You Wuming?
Then Sang’er, is really a sure thing in his bag already.
No, wait. That You Yingri, still has to be checked out!
……
Sonny didn’t know how long she had slept.
She dreamed of a woodpecker.
It kept pecking at her shoulder and poked her until she woke up from it.
When she opened her eyes, she almost had a heart attack.
A person, a man, an unfamiliar man, squatted on the edge of her cloud bed, tilted his head and looked at her with great interest.
Chapter 107.2 Extra Story – If The Little Young Master Never Turned Black(1)
“Great.” Han Shaoling’s smile was a bit incomprehensible to her, “Sang’er, that’s great! I’m really happy!”
Sang Yuanyuan: “…” Okay, as long as you are happy.
Han Shaoling left the magnificent palace reluctantly.
Sang Yuanyuan rubbed her forehead and was about to clear her mind when she suddenly heard a slight flapping sound, as if a bird flew to her windowsill from a distance.
Then she heard a murmuring sound——
“That one surnamed Han is powerful. Although he looks uglier than me, he’s not too ugly either and he even saved her life today, so why would she want to be with me? My mother is really too much. She wants to get me a wife so much that she has turned crazy now. Forget it, for the sake of her looks that is not annoying, I won’t argue with her anymore. Just take it as my trip is in vain.”
Very young voice, fluttering, a little muddy, and it’s a breathy voice.
Sang Yuanyuan was taken aback.
She propped herself up and sat up, looking around.
Across the gauze tent, she vaguely saw a slender and long figure squatting on the eaves of the window. When the voice fell, two dark wings of light spread out behind the man, flapped with a swish, and then he flew backward into the night.
Sang Yuanyuan: “???!!!”
Who can come and tell her why there is a big bird person like a flapping moth here? !
Now, her head is really a little dizzy. Sang Yuanyuan felt that this must be the residual side effect after detoxification.
She fell back into the cloud bed and collapsed like a salty fish.
Since the male lead is reborn, he must compensate the female lead who was abused into a stockholm syndrome by him. As soon as their wonderful meeting happens, as the female supporting character, she must act very well.
Do not brush her sense of existence and just honestly wait for the divorce, so that she can survive.
She closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Her breathing gradually became even.
Just as she fell asleep, a figure in dark robes slowly walked in from the porch.
Han Shaoling stood on the edge of the cloud bed, staring at Sang Yuanyuan’s sleeping face, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
“Sang’er,” he muttered to himself, “this is really good. If you still remember You Wuming, I have to tie you up and force you to have a baby for me. Fortunately, you don’t remember. Just forget it if you don’t remember it. I don’t blame you. I forgive you. This time, I won’t give You Wuming a chance again. I will be with you until we grow old.”
Please support this translation by reading it at the translator’s original website http://www.pinnochies.wordpress.com to read the new chapter faster.
He thought for a moment and turned around: “Han Twelfth, protect Madam. Thirteenth, come with me.”
Two dark shadows flashed in from outside the door of the hall: “Yes, Lord!”
……
Han Shaoling’s face was sullen, and his eyes flashed slightly: “Go, find out the whereabouts of You Wuming.”
Han Thirteenth was at a loss: “Lord, who is You Wuming? Is it the royal family of the You clan?”
Han Shaoling widened his eyes and raised the volume a little: “The King of You state, You Wuming.”
Han Thirteenth looked anxious and said worriedly: “Lord, have you been too tired recently? Isn’t the King of You state You Mingxuan?”
You Mingxuan?
Han Shaoling was in a trance for a while. This name is not unfamiliar. In the life he lived just before, this person, You Mingxuan, died early in the hands of You Wuming. He was usually called the Old King You.
“What about the crown prince of the You state?” Han Shaoling gritted his teeth and asked.
Han Thirteenth said: “Crown Prince You, You Yingri, Concubine You’s older brother… Lord, is there any problem with him?”
“You Yingri?”
Han Thirteenth’s face was full of worry: “That’s right, You Yingri. The famous waste in the whole territory, You Yingri. Lord, do you want to investigate him?”
Han Shaoling lightly took a breath, his eyes were in a daze, and a smile appeared on the corners of his lips.
In this world, there is no You Wuming?
Then Sang’er, is really a sure thing in his bag already.
No, wait. That You Yingri, still has to be checked out!
……
Sonny didn’t know how long she had slept.
She dreamed of a woodpecker.
It kept pecking at her shoulder and poked her until she woke up from it.
When she opened her eyes, she almost had a heart attack.
A person, a man, an unfamiliar man, squatted on the edge of her cloud bed, tilted his head and looked at her with great interest.
