Chapter 50 The Ninth Prince's Gift

That night, Mo Yun, the guard of the Ninth Prince's Mansion, brought a gift.

After hearing the report from the housekeeper, Jiang Tingyi hurried out to greet him. When he saw the long brocade box in Mo Yun's hand, he naturally reached out to take the gift: "Thank you for your trouble, Ninth Prince--"

"Don't get me wrong, Mr. Jiang." Mo Yun took a step back, tightly protecting the black brocade box in his hands with both hands, "This gift is from the Ninth Prince to Princess Nanyang, and I must hand it to Princess Nanyang in person."

Jiang Tingyi's expression froze, and then he smiled gently: "Princess Nanyang is my cousin, I can convey it on your behalf."

"No need." Mo Yun refused, "Please take me to see Her Royal Highness the Princess, or let the servant take me there."

Jiang Tingyi was annoyed and secretly cursed him for looking down on others, but he didn't dare to offend the Ninth Prince's personal attendant. He casually called someone to take him to the Liuli Courtyard, and then turned and left.

Mo Yun followed the servants to Liuli Courtyard and personally handed the things he brought to Yan Li: "My master ordered me to send this here, please have Princess Nanyang take a look."

"What is this?"

Mo Yun kept it a secret: "Princess, open it and you will know."

Yan Li's eyes fell on the black sandalwood brocade box in front of her. After a moment of silence, she reached out to take it.

The rectangular brocade box was heavy. Yan Li did not hesitate to open it and take a look, then raised his eyebrows.

Mu Cang is indeed a god of war.

Other people give women things either as sachets, handkerchiefs or jewelry, but he was strange and gave her a whip.

Does this mean that she can do it tomorrow?

Yan Li took out the whip and looked at it carefully for a while. The whip is a good whip, not too thick or too thin, not too long or too short, and it is most suitable for women to use. The whip is flexible, and the end of the whip handle is engraved with a noble Kirin pattern. There is a strange feeling in the hand.

You can tell at a glance that it is not an ordinary thing.

"Thank the Ninth Prince for me." Yan Li was not polite, looking up at Mo Yun, "I will pick a gift to send back someday."

Mo Yun shook his head: "My prince has everything, as long as the princess can make the best use of this whip."

"Make the best use of it?" Yan Li raised his eyebrows, "Do you mean, let me use it to kill people?"

"...No." Mo Yun's expression was a little subtle, "I mean, the princess can use it for self-defense."

"I see." Yan Li said, "Please convey it, thank you, Ninth Prince."

Mo Yun left after saying that.

Yan Li walked into the inner room, put the brocade box aside, holding the whip in both hands and looking at it. The dark whip reflected a cold light under the light.

Yan Li swung it casually, and the vigorous and powerful sound of the whip cutting through the air drilled into the eardrum, with a kind of heart-shaking echo.

Yan Li nodded with satisfaction, it was a good thing.

Although it is not one of those famous magic weapons on the ancient rankings, it is of high quality and is a powerful weapon.

Yan Li stood in front of the window, thinking of the cold and noble man, and couldn't help wondering what kind of woman would be able to make such a man fall in love with her?

Mu Cang didn't want to say, and she wouldn't ask more.

However, although she took the initiative to ask for this marriage, since he has someone in his heart, she should keep a little distance from Mu Cang in the future, at least not cross the etiquette.

When he marries his beloved woman one day, she will return him to the other party intact, and won't even touch a hair of Mu Cang.

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