Chapter 536 - A Tyrant Thrashed In The Snow

Chapter 536: A Tyrant Thrashed in the Snow

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Walking up to Liu Rushuang, Han Moze squatted beside her and persuaded, “Stop fooling around. Are you sure you should be making snowmen with that stomach of yours?’
Liu Rushuang patted her swelled belly then and chuckled, “It’s fine—I’m not afraid of the cold, and I think the children in my tummy aren’t either.”
“Little White Flower dragged you out here, didn’t she?” Han Moze turned to look at the kid, who was beside herself with amusement nearby.
Shooting Han Moze a look, Liu Rushuang suddenly grabbed a pile of snow and threw it at his face while he was defenseless.
“Hahahaha…” She was clutching her belly in laughter—her sneak attack somehow worked, and it was hilarious to find that tyrant’s face filled with snow.
“Hahaha…” Lian Jiuhua could no help chuckling as well. He had just arrived, and did not think that his wish to have someone bully that tyrant come true so quickly.
On the other hand, Han Moxi shuddered when he saw the cold glare Han Moze shot at him as he wiped the snow off his face.
How could he still have the guts to laugh? Holding his hand over his mouth, he backed a few paces away from Lian Jiuhua while keeping an eye on him, knowing that the man was as good as dead.
And just as expected, Han Moze rose to his feet in the next instant. With a swing of his right sleeve, the snow on the ground all surged directly towards Lian Jiuhua.
Crash…
Han Moxi covered his eyes by reflex, not daring to look what became of the man.
Qing’er mouth hung upon, with shock registering all over her face.
The emperor was too violent!
Likewise, Liu Rushuang’s body shivered in the understanding that she was the true culprit, and that the game was up for her now.
And just as she expected, Han Moze shot her a fearsome glare. Even if she was the one woman he loved most, that did not mean she had a free pass to embarrass him in front of others.
But the woman simply had no qualms about embarrassing him.
And that needed punishing!
Nonetheless, she quickly furrowed her pretty brows and put up an innocent look. She had not done that on purpose after all—she simply did it because she thought it was fun.
And she was going to do it again.
On the other hand, Han Moze was able to tell that Liu Rushuang was completely unrepentant from a single glance from that face. As such, he walked up, picked her up and headed inside the Fallen Phoenix Palace.
“Hey! Don’t you…”
“Shut it!”
Qing’er and Little White Flower were left behind, trading confused glances.
“Lady Qing’er, His Majesty looked so fierce, will Lady Liu be alright?”
“She should be. His Majesty loves her very much, after all.” Qing’er answered, stroking Little White Flower’s little cheeks. “You should go back for now—don’t catch a cold out here, it’s freezing.”
“Okay. I’ll come by later to see if Lady Liu is alright.” Little White Flower said before leaving quickly.
“Boo-hoo… I’m disfigured! I don’t want to live anymore! That tyrant bullied me again!”
Lian Jiuhua sobbed then, clutching his huge, swollen face tragically.
Both Qing’er and Han Moxi looked towards him then, and saw that the swell on his face was so bad there was no spot left unscathed.
Still, Lian Jiuhua came to a realization just then, and promptly chased after Little White Flower. “Wait, don’t go, Little White Flower! Heal me!”
“Pfft…” Qing’er could not help chuckling.
Han Moxi walked up to her with a smile, took off his outer robe and wrapped it around her, saying tenderly, “It’s a little cold out here, Qing’er. I’ll walk you back.”
“Your Highness, you…” Qing’er stared blankly at the brocade robe, feeling a sudden warmth in her heart.
“Keep it. Why would you wear such thin clothes out? You really don’t know how to take care of yourself.” Han Moxi said seriously, handily tightening the robe by the collar around her.
Qing’er had a small round face, and her large, clear eyes were the most captivating part about her.
Her little mouth twitched, unsure what she should be saying just then.
Han Moze smiled warmly. Putting an arm around her, they headed towards the distance.
“Your Highness, will you treat me kindly for the rest of my life?”
“I will.” Han Moxi answered, his voice scattering into the wind.
The snow seemed to melt along with her heart.