9 Miss Handicap (9)

Great Yuan Palace was lavish. Uncountable halls were hidden behind row upon row of red palace walls.

Su Kui had almost fallen asleep inside the carriage. Right then, Mrs. Gu opened the curtain. "Milady, we've arrived."

According to the rules, preparative concubines had to walk into the palace. Even if Su Kui had problems with walking, there was still no possibility for her to enter by riding on the carriage.

Su Kui wanted to complain about this bug in this story as well. How much did Emperor Yuan Yang lack in women that he would even include someone like her into the preparative concubine list? Su Kui got down from the carriage with Mrs. Gu's help and sat in her wheelchair.

At that moment, she felt a fierce gaze directed toward her. It was full of aggression, which almost made her whole body burn.

Su Kui raised her head and looked back. She immediately saw a pair of deep black eyes.

It was a man who had just gotten down from his carriage. He had fierce eyebrows, cold eyes, and thin, tightly-pursed lips, and a face so perfect it looked like it was sculpted.

He was currently standing with his hands clasped behind his back. His big and tall figure seemed unnatural among the preparative concubines.

His cold eyes landed on Su Kui's body.

Su Kui was stunned for a second before she suddenly looked straight at him. She wore a big smile that resulted in deep dimples on her face.

Her smile was as bright as the sun in March, so intense that it astonished not only him.

The other preparative concubines wished that they could turn their gazes into cold knives and stab her. Their reactions showed how impactful Su Kui's smile was.

The man squinted, and a trace of malice could be detected in his long and narrow eyes. All of a sudden, he walked in her direction.

His steps were firm and powerful like that of a soldier who was holding a sword. He was also accompanied by an aura that could crush everything.

He approached her with a presence that could destroy everything!

Su Kui silently leaned back in her wheelchair with a faint smile on her face. Her bright and petite face was full of arrogance.

In contrast, she felt nervous and excited deep down. However, everything else could not compare to the quiver that radiated from her soul.

Her excitement was greater than her fear.

It was only a short distance, but it felt as if he had walked for a hundred years.

The man was only looking at her. Step by step, he passed by the silent crowd and came to her side.

He looked at her from a commanding position. "What's your name?"

Su Kui broke into a mischievous smile with a hint of provocation. "What about you? What's your name?" No one had ever dared to behave so outrageously in front of him. Not only did she ignore his question, but she even had the guts to ask him for his name directly.

Interesting…

The man frowned. Perhaps she was a young lady?

Yes, a young lady, a proud and rebellious young lady who was also cunning.

After a while, he smiled. "Heh, my name is Jun Mo. Remember it."

It was really him!

Su Kui raised her head and observed him, but Jun Mo was too tall. With her position right now, it was difficult to inspect him.

Hence, Su Kui did something that surprised everyone. She extended her pale little hand and held Jun Mo's big cold hand. Little by little, she pulled him downward.

The fact that Jun Mo seemed cooperative was even more surprising. He slowly bent down and eventually crouched down in front of her, their eyes parallel to each other.

This was much better! Su Kui retracted her little hand, and the moment she pulled away, Jun Mo felt an inexplicable feeling of sadness.

Su Kui felt as if she had done something impressive and smiled happily. "My name is Ah Kui."

"Ah Kui?" Jun Mo kept repeating the name as if it would produce honey.