Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Those big men and two maidservants weren’t as rampant as they were a few hours ago; they kneeled before Muyan and confessed their sins with snot and tears.
How were they going to behave when the people of the world saw them in such shameful poses?
Not to mention working for the imperial palace as guards, but they wouldn’t even have the face to go outside!
“Lady, Queen, Fairy, we know we were wrong! Please give us back the picture!”
Muyan sneered. “Didn’t you have a good time getting innocent women to come over to strip for you to draw? Why are you begging for mercy now?”
Those people prostrated on the ground, confessing incessantly.
The head guard regretted it so, so much.
He met a beauty and brought her back because he thought Prince Third might be pleased.
He didn’t expect he would bring back a troublemaker. As soon as the head guard recalled the naked pose he performed just now, he wanted to die.
However, just as they wept and prayed for mercy, an excited voice rang out from the carriage. “Amazing, so amazing. With such romantic charm, such a layout, and such color, this amazing artwork could only have been produced in heaven!”
Luo Beiyu was holding Muyan’s drawing.
He was lying in bed wearing the gauze, legs folded and biting his lips lightly like a real beauty.
But Luo Beiyu wasn’t resentful, ashamed, or angry. Instead, his eyes shone with hope.
He rushed toward Muyan. “Master, please teach me how to draw such artwork with such charm and soul. I’ve studied art for more than ten years and I thought I had reached the threshold of mastery, but when I see your work, Master, I realize how little I know.”
Muyan’s mouth twitched. She must’ve met a psychopath.
The guards and maidservants standing next to them showed wonderful changes of expression.
Muyan kicked Luo Beiyu away.
Luo Beiyu got up obediently, not caring if his robes were open or if he had any key parts exposed. “Master, Master, are you short of money? Mystic medicine? I can get you anything you want as long as you’re willing to be my teacher and help me with my drawing.”
Muyan turned her head, blue veins bulging on her forehead. “Xiaobao, let’s go!”
She didn’t want to get involved with such a psychopath, so couldn’t she just ignore him?
The curtain opened and Xiaobao showed up at the entrance. He walked to Muyan and held her hand obediently.
Muyan opened the window and was about to jump out.
Luo Beiyu, however, rushed over while shouting, “Master, Young Senior Martial Brother, don’t leave! I can promise you anything if you stay! Do you want some treasure from Forest Mist? I, I can offer you everything I got on this trip, Master!”
The head guard felt the sky darkening before his eyes all of a sudden. He wanted to slap his Highness so badly.
But Muyan stopped and her eyes shone with a little bit of sharpness. “You’re heading to Forest Mist?”
“Yes, yes yes!” Luo Beiyu immediately nodded like crazy when he saw that Muyan stopped, and he began to talk non-stop. “A few months ago, a meteor suddenly fell on Forest Mist, and a few days ago, the sky was filled with a colorful sunglow. That’s why my royal father sent me to search the forest.”
“You?” Muyan couldn’t help but shake her head.
She thought that the emperor of Chiyan State was probably out of his mind. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have sent such a psychopath to explore Forest Mist.
A sharp light flashed across Luo Beiyu’s eyes, and his back straightened slightly. “Master, don’t look down on me. I’m only twenty years old, but I’m already an Earth-Level Warrior in the first stage.”