Chapter 151: Mo Yi’s Rage (1)
My Sassy 'Crown Princess'
Translator: Guy Gone Bad
Mo Fei and Mo Yi were wandering in a store picking out musical instruments when Zheng Xuan bumped into the door.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Seeing Zheng Xuan coming up to them, Mo Fei wore a face of alert, âHey, Zheng Xuan, behave yourself!â
Zheng Xuan turned to Mo Yi and said cautiously, âSeven, I got something to say to you.â
âSeven? Yiyi, since when have you become Seven?â Mo Fei looked at Mo Fei with confusedly expression.
Mo Yi looked at Zheng Xuan coldly, âChilde Zheng, you are barking up the wrong tree. My name is not Seven. I remember I have made it clear to you last time.â
âThen, Yiyi, I got something to say to you.â Zheng Xuan looked at Mo Yi nervously.
âWho allows you to call me that? Only those who are close to me could call me Yiyi!â Mo Yi squinted at Zheng Xuan impatiently.
Zheng Xuan defended himself with grievance, âBut I heard Su Rong call you that way, too.â
âSu Rong is also my close friend while you are not.â Mo Yi said rudely.
Zheng Xuan looked at Mo Yi with embarrassment. He was in a wretched condition.
Mo Fei looked at Mo Yi, then at Zheng Xuan. His intuition told him there should be an adulterous relationship between the two.
âZheng Xuan, what on earth are you trying to say to him?â Mo Fei asked, eye blinking.
Zheng Xuan looked at Mo Yi and asked ingratiatingly, âMo Yi, are you going to play the instrument for the third Crown Princess this time? What instrument do you like? I can buy you any.â
Mo Fei looked at Zheng Xuan with a strange face. Last time, Zheng Xuan was red-faced in the fight with Mo Yi over a flute. Now, this guy said he would buy any musical instrument for him. Was the world changing so fast that he could not keep up with the rhythm?
At the thought of their latest dispute, Zheng Xuan immediately fell in distress.
Mo Yi stared at Zheng Xuan and said faintly, âDonât bother, this time Iâll use no musical instrument. Iâll be the dancer for my young master.â
Zheng Xuanâs face suddenly turned white. âHow could you dance for him?â
Mo Yi looked at Zheng Xuan calmly, âWhy not? Do I need your permission about what I should do and what I should not do, Mr. Zheng?â
âBut... You know....â Zheng Xuanâs face grew red and he looked at Mo Yi pitifully.
While Mo Fei looked at Mo Yi curiously, âMo Yi, what...what do you know?â
Mo Yi took a glanced at Mo Fei, âYoung master, letâs go.â
Mo Fei blinked, âAll right, letâs go.â
Zheng Xuan looked at Mo Yiâs back, and those good old memories poured in.
âSeven, you are such a great dancer. Anyone who sees you dancing will be stunned.â
âReally? Do I really dance so well?â
âOf course, Seven, donât dance for anyone else, promise me.â
âWhy is that?â
âBecause anyone who sees you dancing will be hooked, and will pursue you, and then I will have no chance.â
âThen I will dance only for you, I promise.â
âGreat! And if you start to dance for others...â
âThen, I am telling you I donât love you anymore...â
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Looking at Mo Yiâs complexion, Mo Fei asked, âYiyi, are you all right?â
âDo I look like I got a problem?â Mo Yi asked incredulously.
âItâs about the dancing! In the past, however hard I begged you, you wouldnât agree to dance for me.â Said Mo Fei.
Mo Yi closed his eyes and then slowly opened them a moment later, âYou know, people change.â
Mo Fei looked at Mo Yi and said helplessly, âMo Yi, youâve become so strange recently.â
Mo Yi smiled faintly, his eyes was blurred and he said, âSome memories should not be touched. Once you do, you will find that all your persistence is only a ridiculous joke in the end.â
Mo Fei scratched his head, feeling horrified.
Night Fell.
Mo Yi was sitting on the sofa, drinking. Five or six empty wine bottles had been placed on the tea table. He was flushed and apparently drunk.
âMo Yi, I have something to say to you.â said Lou Yu while looking at Mo Yi seriously.
Mo Yi smiled with his hands laid on the sofa, saying with a lazy tone, âRecently, thereâs always someone who has something to say to me, so what do you want to say, my prince? Go ahead, Iâm all ears!â
Lou Yu frowned, âWhat are you going to do about you and Zheng Xuan?â
âIf he wants to fight with me, Iâll confront him. I wonât hide anyway.â Mo Yi said in a light tone.
âWhat if he wants to marry you instead of fighting with you?â Asked Lou Yu.
Mo Yi put on a supercilious look, âHim? Who is willing to?â
âI can tell Zheng Xuan is deeply in love with you!â said Lou Yu.
Mo Yi tittered, âMy prince, you must be kidding. Why didnât I find out before that you are so funny?â
Lou Yu shook his head, âMo Yi, you clearly know that what I said is not a joke.â
Mo Yi sneered, âNonsense.â
âWhat I want to tell you is, you should pay attention to your safety recently. There is no windtight wall in the world. By now, many people should have guessed that Zheng Xuan is looking for you. I am worried that someone will scruple your influence on Zheng Xuan and try to kill you,â said Lou Yu.