Chapter 133: Deceiving Uncle Sheng (32)
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Sheng Qianmo hadn’t expected Shu Nuan to speak such words while kneeling down in front of him and crying.
He frowned and sobered up a little. “Get Up!”
Shu Nuan stayed kneeling.
“Did This Prince make you kneel?” Sheng Qianmo looked down at her, with a cold and gloomy face, apparently not satisfied with her actions.
But Shu Nuan talked back to him with tears falling from her eyes. In a tattered voice, she asked, “I have been kneeling for a long time, haven’t I?”
Sheng Qianmo cold voice resounded, “This Prince will let you get up!”
Shu Nuan didn’t want to refuse him, but she still looked up at him with her eyes moist. Tears fell without end and soon her face was wet, as she choked on sobs.
“They are right. Your Highness is right, too. It is Nuan who is wrong… I indulged myself in a fantasy and forgot my status as a slave.”
Sheng Qianmo stared at her and asked with fury in his voice, “Did This Prince say you’re a slave?”
“Isn’t it the truth?” Shu Nuan tore off the collar of her dress, revealing a view of youthful skin. However, she pointed to her collarbone and said while crying, “Here, here is a slave. I have been a slave all this time!”
Sheng Qianmo’s gaze was turning colder, and he even gave her a frigid smile. “You mean you always thought that I regarded you as a slave?”
Shu Nuan sobbed and didn’t speak, but her agreement was tacit.
She couldn’t offend Sheng Qianmo.
The two weren’t in an equal position.
He could act as he wished, while she had to be careful to please him, always fearful she would anger him if she did something wrong.
She knew in her heart this kind of petty relationship was that of an owner and a pet.
Sheng Qianmo maintained his cold look. He bent down and lowered his head, looking at the little girl with tears on her face. He stretched out his hand toward her collar, then picked up her chin and stared at her for a long time. All of a sudden, he bowed his head, opened his mouth, and bit her soft and tender lip. He tasted her lips until they were wet. Once done, he gave her a cold smile. “Since you like to kneel down so much, then keep on kneeling here.”
Then, Sheng Qianmo stood up and brushed his sleeve cuffs to leave.
Upon returning to the Sheng Courtyard, he lost his temper with the servants at the manor. His thoughts were focused on Shu Nuan, how she’d pointed at her collarbone with tears running down her face while talking to him.
The more he thought about it, the more gloomy he became.
The more he thought about it, the more… flustered he got.
He went to the library. He threw out the books Shu Nuan had put there, not letting anyone pick them up.
However, although he’d vented, at night it began to rain.
Sheng Qianmo opened the door with a crash and rushed out to pick Shu Nuan’s books one by one. Fortunately, he saved them in time.
The guard outside the library saw this scene and thought the prince’s mind was out of order today.
After collecting the books, Sheng Qianmo looked at the rain outside through the window. He frowned, called Li Yuan, and told him to go where he’d left Shu Nuan to see if she was still in that place.
As a result, Li Yuan went and soon come back. He told him that Shu Nuan was still kneeling there.
Sheng Qianmo looked gloomy, and asked “Why didn’t you bring her back?”
“…but Your Highness didn’t tell me to.”
Moreover, under such circumstances, who dared to bring Shu Nuan back to the Shenghe Palace? Not to mention the rumors of Shu Nuan being driven out of the manor by the prince, tonight Sheng Qianmo was in a chaotic mood, having thrown out Shu Nuan’s stuff. Who would dare to touch this matter?
End of Chapter
Chapter 133: Deceiving Uncle Sheng (32)
Disclaimer: To avoid our translations from being shut down, DO NOT repost our works on ANY social media, otherwise we will be forced to shut down.
Sheng Qianmo hadn’t expected Shu Nuan to speak such words while kneeling down in front of him and crying.
He frowned and sobered up a little. “Get Up!”
Shu Nuan stayed kneeling.
“Did This Prince make you kneel?” Sheng Qianmo looked down at her, with a cold and gloomy face, apparently not satisfied with her actions.
But Shu Nuan talked back to him with tears falling from her eyes. In a tattered voice, she asked, “I have been kneeling for a long time, haven’t I?”
Sheng Qianmo cold voice resounded, “This Prince will let you get up!”
Shu Nuan didn’t want to refuse him, but she still looked up at him with her eyes moist. Tears fell without end and soon her face was wet, as she choked on sobs.
“They are right. Your Highness is right, too. It is Nuan who is wrong… I indulged myself in a fantasy and forgot my status as a slave.”
Sheng Qianmo stared at her and asked with fury in his voice, “Did This Prince say you’re a slave?”
“Isn’t it the truth?” Shu Nuan tore off the collar of her dress, revealing a view of youthful skin. However, she pointed to her collarbone and said while crying, “Here, here is a slave. I have been a slave all this time!”
Sheng Qianmo’s gaze was turning colder, and he even gave her a frigid smile. “You mean you always thought that I regarded you as a slave?”
Shu Nuan sobbed and didn’t speak, but her agreement was tacit.
She couldn’t offend Sheng Qianmo.
The two weren’t in an equal position.
He could act as he wished, while she had to be careful to please him, always fearful she would anger him if she did something wrong.
She knew in her heart this kind of petty relationship was that of an owner and a pet.
Sheng Qianmo maintained his cold look. He bent down and lowered his head, looking at the little girl with tears on her face. He stretched out his hand toward her collar, then picked up her chin and stared at her for a long time. All of a sudden, he bowed his head, opened his mouth, and bit her soft and tender lip. He tasted her lips until they were wet. Once done, he gave her a cold smile. “Since you like to kneel down so much, then keep on kneeling here.”
Then, Sheng Qianmo stood up and brushed his sleeve cuffs to leave.
Upon returning to the Sheng Courtyard, he lost his temper with the servants at the manor. His thoughts were focused on Shu Nuan, how she’d pointed at her collarbone with tears running down her face while talking to him.
The more he thought about it, the more gloomy he became.
The more he thought about it, the more… flustered he got.
He went to the library. He threw out the books Shu Nuan had put there, not letting anyone pick them up.
However, although he’d vented, at night it began to rain.
Sheng Qianmo opened the door with a crash and rushed out to pick Shu Nuan’s books one by one. Fortunately, he saved them in time.
The guard outside the library saw this scene and thought the prince’s mind was out of order today.
After collecting the books, Sheng Qianmo looked at the rain outside through the window. He frowned, called Li Yuan, and told him to go where he’d left Shu Nuan to see if she was still in that place.
As a result, Li Yuan went and soon come back. He told him that Shu Nuan was still kneeling there.
Sheng Qianmo looked gloomy, and asked “Why didn’t you bring her back?”
“…but Your Highness didn’t tell me to.”
Moreover, under such circumstances, who dared to bring Shu Nuan back to the Shenghe Palace? Not to mention the rumors of Shu Nuan being driven out of the manor by the prince, tonight Sheng Qianmo was in a chaotic mood, having thrown out Shu Nuan’s stuff. Who would dare to touch this matter?
End of Chapter
