“Today, it was you who brought sha to yourself.” Fu Chengyu’s eyes were like two icy pools of water – a freezing, endless abyss. “If you wish to attack Ling Chuxi, then don’t bla for being discourteous.”
At Fu Chengyu’s threat, the first prince’s features twisted, his sha transforming into anger.
“How dare soone like you speak to like this?!” The first prince bellowed.
Fu Chengyu didn’t even flinch in the face of the first prince’s rage. He rely chuckled, releasing a suffocating wave of power from his body as he calmly said, “Try it, if you dare.”
The first prince felt like the surrounding qi had frozen, and his back dripped with cold sweat. The power that Fu Chengyu was currently displaying was sothing he had never seen before. Although his tone was casual, his aura felt like he was looking down on the world – his domineering air made the first prince shiver unconsciously. Was this the true might of the Ninth Prince? Could it be that his indifference to wordly matters was rely a façade?
“I will make you regret ever coming into this world. You can try, if you like.” Fu Chengyu’s lips curved into a smirk as he glanced at the first prince disdainfully and brushed past him to leave.
The first prince stiffly turned around and looked at Fu Chengyu’s distant figure. His hands and feet were ice cold – Fu Chengyu’s warning, coupled with that boldness and power, terrified him. Would the Ninth Prince be the one who eventually claid the throne? The first prince was shocked by his own thinking. He shook his head and cald himself down, then left the place. It seed like many things needed to be reevaluated.
At that mont, what was Ling Chuxi doing? She was having supper.
“Boss, give five sticks of roasted chicken wings!” Ling Chuxi was drinking plum wine as she shouted at the owner.
“Chuxi... you can still eat?” Ling Yichen was holding his stomach in surrender. He had fallen in battle and could not eat anything else. Seeing the stack of plates in front of Ling Chuxi, he did not know what to say. Ling Chuxi’s food intake was quite a lot, but she did not seem to get fat. Looking at her slender figure, he really did not know where all the roasted at she ate disappeared to.
“This roasted chicken wing tastes decent. Yichen, would you like so?” Ling Chuxi sighed in happiness and asked.
“I... I really cannot eat anymore.” Ling Yichen felt cold sweat dripping from the back of his head as he said helplessly.
“Then go and buy a portion of fried rice cake. The shop is just opposite this place – not too far away.” Ling Chuxi pointed in the opposite direction.
Ling Yichen was speechless.
Sighing, Ling Yichen stood up and went to buy Ling Chuxi the fried rice cakes. Ling Chuxi was eating by herself since Little White had disappeared again today. She had long gotten used to his comings and goings. Either way, Little White would always return to her side in the end.
The roasted chicken wings quickly arrived. Ling Chuxi was just about to grab one when a fair, slender hand took a stick before she could. Ling Chuxi was stunned and turned around to et Huangfu Qingjue’s beautiful, purple eyes.
“Qing- Qingjue, why are you here?” Ling Chuxi was very surprised that Huangfu Qingjue would actually appear here.
“I’m here to bid you farewell,” Huangfu Qingjue said with a smile, elegantly taking a bite of the roasted chicken wing.
“Bid farewell? Where are you going?” For so reason, her heart constricted and a sense of loss overwheld her.
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