[1] Transmigrating into a Short-lived White Moonlight, had a HE with the Villain

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Chapter 22.3 It’s Me Who Think Too Much

   The joy of escaping from death was not as strong as she had imagined. She unconsciously thought that if You Wuming found out that he had lost her, would he go mad or not, would he kill other people or not? 

   The beast-driven carriage soon stopped. 

   Sang Yuanyuan slowed down her breath and was supported out of the carriage by Aunt Ling. 

   Two pairs of bright red eyes fixed on her at once. 

   “Daughter!!!” 

   “Little Sister!” 

   Sang Yuanyuan took a deep breath and raised her head. 

   She had seen King Sang at the foot of the Great Wall. When she looked closely, she found that the lines on the big bearded man’s face were very unusually deep, and the facial wrinkles at the corners of his eyes could even squeeze flies to death. 

   Crown Prince Sang was like her, had a very beautiful face, a bit ladylike, but not feminine. 

   Both father and son were riding scarlet cloud beast, their eyes that fixedly stared at her were brimming with hot tears. 

   Sang Chengyin jumped off the back of the cloud beast first and nearly fell in a hurry. 

   Sang Yuanyuan noticed that he was still holding a shining jade token in his hand. 

   When his feet fell to the ground, a slightly hoarse male voice drifted out of the jade token—— 

   “Very good. Come, let’s battle.” 

   It’s You Wuming. 

   Sang Chengyin threw the jade token away casually and threw himself in front of Sang Yuanyuan. 

   The brawny man felt anxious to approach her after a long time of absence. Both his hands were shaking, as if he wanted to give her a hug, yet did not dare. 

   Crown Prince Sang also jumped down. He walked quickly to the front of her. Sang Yuanyuan was surprised to find that this elder brother was even a little bit shorter than her. He was a very handsome little man. 

   “It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter, daughter. Aunt Ling already told us. It doesn’t matter if you don’t recognize us. Just take it slowly, alright?” With great difficulty, Sang Chengyin took back the hand that wanted to pat her head. 

   “Little Sister, did You Wuming bullied you?” Ruthlessness floated on Crown Prince Sang’s eyebrows, “Brother will now take down Shangdu, as a revenge for you!” 

   Sang Yuanyuan quickly shook her head: “Father, Brother, please don’t be impulsive. You Wuming, he……he actually didn’t bully me. It was him who rescued me from Han Shaoling’s hand. He is a good man. ” 

   Hearing this, the corners of the eyes of the two people, father and son’s, jumped wildly. 

   “Not good.” Sang Chengyin started to laugh stiffly. “Just now, I scolded all of his eighteen generations of ancestors all over, hiss——” 

   “How does Father know that I am by You Wuming’s side?” Sang Yuanyuan still somewhat couldn’t regain her composure back. 

   She originally wanted to ask what happened to the rebellious Royal Uncle, but at this moment, her throat and heart seemed to be filled with cotton fibre, so she really couldn’t afford to care about others. 

   “Hey,” Sang Chengyin raised his big hand that looked like a palm leaf fan and scratched his head. “I also only thought of it later. Such a cute little girl, does not even blink an eye in the battlefield, except our family’s Little Mulberry, who else could it be?” 

   A scout in front hurriedly came to report—— 

   “Lord, You Wuming leads a thousand iron cavalry, directly attacking here!” 

   Crown Prince Sang lowered his eyebrows: “Father, fight or not? This son has a seven-tenth certainty of pinning this crazy thief down! ” 

   Sang Yuanyuan turned her head to look up, and saw that behind this Sang clan’s father and son pair, tens of thousands of iron cavalry were ready to go. 

   “No, don’t.” Sang Yuanyuan blurted out. 

   “Little Sister…” Crown Prince Sang began to speak and then hesitated. After a while, he said, “Even if we don’t fight, that lunatic will not just let it go like that.” 

   “Is there any jade token left?” She asked in a hurry. 

   Sang Chengyin takes one out reluctantly. 

   Sang Yuanyuan grabbed it over and jumped into the carriage alone. 

   Her heart was thumping and her hand which held the jade token was shaking violently. At this moment, she finally felt nervous after a long time of not experiencing it again. 

   The jade token was broken and the blue light flickered. 

   “You Wuming,” she called softly. “I will go to Tiandu to resolve the contract. Later, can you come to propose a marriage?”