Chapter 280: Astonishment — A Head of Silver Hair
Luckily, the bedding was thick enough—otherwise Nan Xun would’ve been smashed to pieces by the fall.
She had barely hissed in pain when the beast pounced on her, gnawing at her like a true animal.
Nan Xun felt as though there wasn’t a single inch of unbroken flesh left on her body—everywhere bore the marks of his bites, blood seeping out.
Then, driven by pure animal instinct, he ruthlessly took her.
The pain made Nan Xun knit her brows tightly, yet she stared dazedly at the man above her, her expression one of shock.
Gong Mo Ran… his jet-black hair was changing—slowly transforming until it became a head of silver hair.
The silvery strands spilled loose, and that peerlessly handsome face grew ever more bewitching, like some yin-devouring spirit.
When the pain peaked, Nan Xun suddenly threw her head back and bit down hard on his shoulder. Physiological tears streamed down her face as her sharp nails raked across his back, carving a large, bloody flower.
Damn it, Gong Mo Ran—when you wake up tomorrow, I’ll kill you!
The entire night, Nan Xun lay staring at the blue gauze canopy overhead. She was clearly conscious, yet felt as though she had already died several times.
Only when dawn neared, the moon fading away, did the beast pounding into her finally sound the retreat, collapsing onto her and passing out.
Nan Xun lay there like a rag doll, aching for herself.
She had indirectly experienced the big boss’s suffering and couldn’t help but sigh inwardly—truly worthy of being the big boss, to have endured such inhuman torment for so many years.
Knock, knock, knock.
Urgent knocking suddenly sounded outside, followed by Gong Da’s voice:
“My lord, this disciple has urgent matters to report! My lord!”
Nan Xun’s gaze shifted slightly, and she immediately called out loudly, “My lord is resting and cannot come out!”
She was already a wanton woman in everyone’s eyes—what difference would it make if they knew she was in Gong Mo Ran’s bed right now?
The knocking stopped abruptly, then resumed even more violently.
“Nineteen! Nineteen, what have you done to my lord? Why won’t he speak? Open the door!”
Nan Xun clenched her fists. Seeing that he wouldn’t give up without seeing Gong Mo Ran, she had no choice but to try waking the big boss.
But no matter how many times she called his name, there was no response. Even after pushing and shaking him hard, he didn’t stir.
Panicked, Nan Xun quickly checked his breathing. Feeling his breath, she finally let out a huge sigh of relief.
His hair had returned to black, though his complexion was still pale.
Why wouldn’t Gong Mo Ran wake up? What was going on?
The knocking outside grew more frantic—someone might break the door down at any moment.
Suddenly, Nan Xun understood. This had to be a setup. Whoever was knocking knew the lord was unconscious—someone had tampered with him!
Struggling to get up, Nan Xun went to the cabinet to find something to wear. But just as she stepped off the bed, the door to the outer hall was smashed open with a bang.
She yanked the bedsheet down and wrapped it around herself. When she looked up again, Gong Da and Gong Er were already standing before her.
The other disciples crowded at the doorway of the outer hall, craning their necks to peer inside. Gong Seventeen was among them, worry flashing across his eyes.
In the inner hall, Gong Mo Ran lay unconscious on the bed, his face deathly pale. Meanwhile, Gong Nineteen—wrapped in a bedsheet—looked flushed, her lips smeared with blood from biting, like a ghostly succubus who had just drained a man dry.
Seeing this, Gong Er’s expression changed drastically.
“Nineteen, just as Gong Da said—you really did use seductive, demonic methods! What did you do to my lord?!”
Nan Xun glared at the two men and barked, “Breaking into the main hall without my lord’s permission—how dare you!”
Gong Da sneered. “If we hadn’t broken in, my lord would’ve been sucked dry by your fox-seduction arts!”
Nan Xun secretly pinched Gong Mo Ran hard again, but he still didn’t wake. She looked coldly at Gong Da and said calmly,
“My lord is merely unwell and will wake soon. Besides, with how much he dotes on me now, why would I harm him? Senior Brother, don’t force crimes upon me!”
“What motive? Yesterday, while my lord was at court, you secretly met the Empress. On the surface you argued—but who knows what deal you struck in private? What benefits did the Empress promise you to make you harm my lord like this? You heartless brothel bitch!”
Nan Xun’s gaze darkened. So this was where the pit had been dug, waiting for her.
Gong Da had actually colluded with the Empress—just to eliminate her!
“When one wants to accuse, no excuse is ever lacking. Senior Brother, what do you intend to do?”
Then Nan Xun was thrown into the woodshed.
She was grateful those bastards hadn’t ripped off the bedsheet wrapped around her—otherwise she would’ve entered the woodshed naked. If they really had dared to pull it off, they’d have seen her body in a state too miserable to describe. Damn it—then they’d know the real monster wasn’t her, but their National Preceptor!
Fuming, Nan Xun called out to Little Eight.
It took a while before Little Eight replied, as if just waking up.
“Holy shit, how did you end up locked in a woodshed? Weren’t you supposed to be having some extremely intense action with the big boss last night?”
Nan Xun sighed. “Don’t mention it. I almost got pancaked to death last night. Then I woke up to Gong Da and the others barging in, accusing me of using fox-seduction arts to drain the big boss dry. And now I’m locked up here.”
Little Eight clicked its tongue. “Fox-seduction arts… drained the big boss dry… tsk.”
Nan Xun: “……”
Little Eight asked in surprise, “You just let them lock you up without resisting at all?”
Nan Xun adjusted the bedsheet around herself. “Resist my ass. One—I don’t even have the strength to lift a finger. Two—I wasn’t wearing any clothes.”
“The big boss is still unconscious?” Little Eight asked.
Nan Xun hummed. “I don’t know which part went wrong, but anyone who could scheme against the big boss must be extremely familiar with his daily habits. And among those familiar with him who also want me dead, who else could it be besides Gong Da?”
Little Eight pondered. “I reckon they’ll take advantage of the big boss being unconscious to privately execute you. Wait—let me check.”
The next second, Little Eight yelped. “Just as I thought! They’re arguing about you right now. Gong Da’s faction wants to execute you immediately; Gong Liu’s faction thinks you should be detained until the big boss wakes up; the rest are neutral. You’re screwed—by my count, more of them want you dead right now.”
Nan Xun sighed. “Fanatical brain-dead worshippers are terrifying when they go crazy. It’s touching how fiercely they protect the big boss—but they’re way too irrational.”
Clink.
The lock on the woodshed door seemed to be pried open. Gong Seventeen stood there solemnly, grabbed her without a word, and pulled her away.
Nan Xun froze. “Seventeen—where are you taking me?”
