bioinnovel Chapter 165 Zi Rong is as bright as the moon in the sky
Chapter 165 Zi Rong is as bright as the moon in the sky
"Shameless beast! Did he do anything to you?" Jiang Shuo asked excitedly.
Gu Yan looked at Jiang Shuo: "What could he possibly do to me? Cousin, you're overthinking it."
Seeing Gu Yan's biased attitude towards Dugu Xun, Jiang Shuo became even more agitated: "It's not that I'm overthinking it, but he harbors filthy thoughts towards you, and you're still calling him brother. I'm afraid you'll suffer the consequences."
Gu Yan took a sip of tea and glanced at Jiang Shuo: "My elder brother has always been very proper to me, unlike my third cousin who always likes to touch me inappropriately."
Jiang Shuo felt guilty and blushed, stammering, "...I, I didn't do anything like that!"
After he finished speaking, he saw that Gu Yan's gaze was sharp as a knife, as if she could dissect him completely.
He stammered, feeling guilty, "I just think you're still young, so sometimes, sometimes I just get worried and things get messed up. You know?"
Gu Yan remained silent.
Inside the room, a handsome young man in white sat at the table, holding a teacup in his hand, his sharp gaze fixed on the young man standing in front of him.
Jiang Shuo felt his scalp tingle as Gu Yan stared at him.
Seriously, why does my cousin seem so scary when he gets serious?
"Alright, you can leave now," Gu Yan said, dismissing him.
Jiang Shuo wanted to say something, but under Gu Yan's sharp gaze, he finally dared not linger any longer. He walked out, turning back every few steps.
As soon as he stepped outside, the door slammed shut automatically, and the protective barrier activated, blocking not only Jiang Shuo's view but also his divine sense.
Jiang Shuo: "..."
He stared at the closed room for a few moments, a look of gritted teeth on his face.
Dugu Xun, how despicable!!
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Two tall figures stood on the high platform, in front of the railing.
"So, the reason you are unwilling to appoint an empress and take in more concubines is because of Zirong?" Dugu Yeli crossed his arms and stared at his great-grandson with sharp eyes.
Dugu Xun remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.
Dugu Yeli looked at his great-grandson's face, which was almost identical to his own, and sighed. He said, "Give up. There's no point in it." He could tell at a glance that Gu Yan had no feelings for his great-grandson. No matter how well the two of them seemed to get along, it didn't change that fact.
If he were just an unknown nobody, or merely an ordinary genius without the backing of the Tianyang royal family, then this might be feasible. But he is Jiang Qian's grandson, the Peerless King of Tianyang, which means there's no chance of anything happening to him.
"Great-grandfather, you're mistaken. I've already made it clear to him. He knows everything, and I've never pursued any outcome." Dugu Xun gazed at the moon in the sky. In his heart, Zi Rong was as pure and bright as the moon. It was better for the moon to hang in the sky. If it were taken down, it wouldn't be the moon anymore.
Dugu Yeli was somewhat surprised. After a moment of silence, he said:
"Since that's the case, you can continue to love him, but you must give me a great-grandson. You can marry and have children without stopping you from loving him, so why are you so resistant?"
This time, it was Dugu Xun's turn to remain silent.
Why resist?
I just don't want to.
Anyway, he just didn't want to. From the first moment he met him, he was already beyond saving.
"You're still a romantic at heart?" Dugu Yeli sighed.
Dugu Xun looked at him and said with a smile, "Great-grandfather, the matter of carrying on the family line doesn't necessarily have to be done by me. Don't I have my grandfather, my father, my two uncles, and my cousins? If all else fails, there's you. Why don't you go and ask Uncle Rong for advice?"
Dugu Yeli's eyes turned cold, and Dugu Xun had already flashed ten feet away.
"You brat, you've got some nerve, daring to make fun of your great-grandfather like that. You have no respect for elders, is that what your grandfather taught you?" Dugu Yeli sneered.
Dugu Xun smiled without saying a word, and seeing that Dugu Yeli had no intention of beating him, he moved closer.
"Great-grandfather, are you really planning to keep me locked up like this until the coronation ceremony is over?" Dugu asked.
"Let him out, who knows what will happen." Dugu Yeli's temples started throbbing as soon as he mentioned Dugu Yun. He pressed his temples, wondering how he had given birth to such a thing.
"Great-grandfather, may I go with Zirong to see him? Perhaps Zirong can persuade him to behave himself," Dugu Xun said.
Dugu Yeli was skeptical: "Zirong? Zirong can handle him?"
If she can't even handle it herself, how can Zirong manage?
"Try it and you'll see," Dugu Xun said.
"Wait, that wretched boy has also taken a liking to Zi Rong?" Dugu Yeli said sharply.
Dugu Xun's smile vanished: "Yes, that old scoundrel also likes Zi Rong."
"Then why did you send Zirong to persuade him?"
"He can't take advantage of Zi Rong anyway," Dugu Xun said.
Zi Rong wouldn't like his grandfather either.
"Fine, whatever you say," Dugu Yeli said.
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Inside the room, Gu Yan was playing with his spirit pet. The chubby Snow Shadow Tiger cub was nestled in Gu Yan's arms, enjoying being fed and petted by its master. Suddenly, Gu Yan sensed movement from a golden toad statue inside his storage ring, so he took it out.
"A message has come! A message has come!"
The golden toad statue spat out a letter.
Gu Yan unfolded the letter and saw it was from Dugu Xun, asking him to come out and talk. Just as she received the letter, a maid's voice rang out from outside:
"Your Highness, the Crown Prince has sent someone to invite you."
"Okay, I'm coming."
Gu Yan carried the Snow Shadow Tiger outside, where Dugu Xun's men were already waiting. Gu Yan followed them out of the palace. Jiang Shuo had been keeping an eye on Gu Yan's group. Hearing rumors that Dugu Xun had come to invite Gu Yan late at night, he secretly followed Gu Yan and her entourage.
"Bastard, Dugu Xun is sure that bastard has ill intentions."
After navigating the winding corridors, they arrived at a place filled with blooming crabapple blossoms. Dugu Xun, dressed in black, stood beneath the blossoms. Seeing Gu Yan arrive carrying her spirit pet, he smiled and said, "How come your little guy is getting fatter and fatter?"
"I also want it to lose some weight, but it doesn't want to," Gu Yan said, stroking the head of the Snow Shadow Tiger cub. The little guy let out two spoiled howls, and seeing that its eyelids were drooping, Gu Yan simply put it into the spirit beast ring.
"Let's go, my grandfather is ahead," Dugu Xun said with a smile.
Gu Yan followed him forward, and after walking a certain distance, all the attendants following behind stopped. Jiang Shuo, who was following in the shadows, saw a palace floating in the clouds ahead. There were many layers of barriers there, and the restrictions were so strong that even his divine sense, which was at the late stage of the Spirit Saint realm, could not penetrate them. He wondered to himself: What kind of place is that?
Gu Yan and Dugu Xun transformed into two long rainbows and flew towards the palace. Jiang Shuo wanted to follow, but found that the guards there had extremely strong auras and were no less powerful than him, so he dared not follow.
He became anxious.
hateful!
Should we go and talk to our grandfather?
The thought flashed through his mind, but he quickly dismissed it. Given his grandfather's cultivation level, he must have known his cousin had gone out with him long ago. Perhaps he's still watching him.