“Your servant greets Princess Consort.” The servants of the Prince of Han’s Residence all bowed respectfully upon seeing Nangong Yan’er.
However, Nangong Yan’er stared blankly at everything around her.
She knew that soon, she would no longer be the mistress of this residence. It seemed the Prince of Han was truly angry this time.
“Miss,” Lianxiang called softly.
“Lianxiang, I’m a bit tired today,” Nangong Yan’er said, her eyes reddened as she waved her hand weakly.
She had lost the Prince of Han…
If Grandfather found out, what would he say about her?
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“Hahaha! Our Southern State Duke’s Mansion forming a marriage alliance with the Prince of Han is simply the most correct decision in the world!”
Inside the main hall, Nangong Mu and the Nangong family members burst into laughter as they looked at the compensation gifts sent by the Prime Minister’s Residence and the Duke Qian’s Mansion.
It turned out that just moments ago, the Duke Qian, who was holding a funeral in his residence, had also received news that Zhou Li intended to protect Nangong Xi’er. Thus, he hurriedly sent people to offer compensation to Nangong Xi’er as well.
Within the Sacred Martial Immortal Empire, you might not give face to the Crown Prince or the Prince Zhao, but there were two princes whose face must be given.
One was the Third Prince, Prince Qin Zhou Ting, and the other was the Fourth Prince, Prince of Han Zhou Li.
This was because neither of them had any interest in the throne and did not belong to any faction, yet they were unexpectedly favored and valued by the Martial Emperor Zhou Yuan.
If you accidentally offended the Crown Prince or Prince Zhao, they would consider many factors and would not act rashly.
But if you angered the Prince of Han or Prince Qin, these two would truly dare to cause trouble on the spot.
Thus, the moment Duke Qian and Sima Bo heard that the one protecting her was the Prince of Han, they immediately humbled themselves and apologized.
“For Yan’er to be able to marry the Prince of Han is truly the fortune of our Duke’s Mansion!” Nangong Mu said with a beaming smile, his eyes filled with satisfaction as he patted Nangong Hong on the shoulder.
Nangong Hong responded with a faint smile, “This is also Yan’er’s fortune.”
Then Nangong Mu turned to Nangong Xi’er and spoke earnestly, “Xi’er, this time it was all thanks to His Highness. Another day, remember to personally go to the Prince of Han’s Residence and properly thank him.”
Nangong Xi’er nodded obediently. “Granddaughter understands.”
She then gave a respectful bow to her grandfather and father before quietly withdrawing.
After returning to her room, Nangong Xi’er gently closed the door, walked to the bed, and lay down quietly.
Her gaze fell upon Zhou Li’s robe. It was one he had worn before, and it seemed to still carry his scent.
The faint fragrance made her heartbeat quicken uncontrollably, and Zhou Li’s face and figure began to surface repeatedly in her mind.
She remembered his deep eyes, his gentle smile, and the way he spoke and carried himself.
These memories swirled in her heart, causing a faint blush to gradually appear on her cheeks.
It had only been a few hours, yet her heart felt as if countless ants were crawling over it, itching restlessly, unable to calm down.
Thus, with one hand holding Zhou Li’s robe, her other hand slowly slipped inward…
“Your Highness…”
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The next day, Zhou Li slowly opened his eyes and looked around.
His head felt heavy and dizzy. He must have drunk too much last night.
Then his gaze shifted, and he saw a delicate body lying on top of him, long purple-blue hair cascading down.
On both sides of him lay two more delicate figures—it was Leng Ning and Xuan Wu.
Zhou Li blinked blankly, then suddenly sat up. His sudden movement woke the three who had been sleeping.
“What are you doing, Your Highness?” Hai Wenxiang said with a resentful expression.
Leng Ning and Xuan Wu exchanged startled glances, then looked at Zhou Li with caution.
Zhou Li also looked at the three of them warily and asked, “What happened last night? Why am I lying here with the three of you?”
Hearing this, Hai Wenxiang suddenly came up with an idea. She pretended to cry and said, “You heartless man, last night while the three of us were drunk, you did such things to us, and now you dare question us?”
Zhou Li’s eyes widened as he waved his hands quickly. “Absolutely not! I would never take advantage of others!”
Leng Ning and Xuan Wu also felt that Hai Wenxiang’s behavior was suspicious, so they carefully recalled what had happened the previous night.
“Saintess, please speak the truth. Our innocence is not something to joke about,” Leng Ning said seriously.
Seeing her expression, Hai Wenxiang sighed helplessly. “Sigh, Sister Ning really can’t take a joke. Fine, nothing happened last night. We were just drunk and ended up lying together.”
Hearing this, Leng Ning let out a long sigh of relief.
But Xuan Wu sighed regretfully. “Sigh, what a pity…”
Zhou Li was speechless, silently complaining in his heart.
What exactly are you regretting?
“Ahem, enough. The wine has been drunk, the sleep has been had. Can we leave now?” Zhou Li looked at Hai Wenxiang. This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
“So eager to leave?” Hai Wenxiang smiled lightly.
Zhou Li nodded. “I will visit again another day.”
“Farewell, Your Highness!” Hai Wenxiang waved her hand.
Zhou Li left Hai Wenxiang’s residence with Leng Ning and Xuan Wu.
Along the way, Leng Ning and Xuan Wu whispered to each other about what happened last night, while Zhou Li frowned, already planning his next steps.
When they returned to the Prince of Han’s Residence, Nangong Yan’er was already waiting at the entrance.
When she saw Zhou Li return, a trace of joy flashed in her eyes, but it quickly dimmed.
The Prince of Han had not returned all night…
Seeing her waiting outside, Zhou Li was puzzled. “What are you doing at the entrance?”
Nangong Yan’er hesitated before answering, “I was waiting for you…”
Hearing this, Zhou Li let out a cold laugh. “Heh, Nangong Yan’er, stop wasting your efforts!”
With that, he led Leng Ning and Xuan Wu into the residence.
Seeing this, Nangong Yan’er hurriedly called out, “Your Highness, don’t go in yet!”
“Hm?” Zhou Li had not yet reacted.
Suddenly, the cry of a phoenix rang out. Within the Prince of Han’s Residence, a flaming phoenix carrying a scorching aura swept in.
The three of them stared blankly at the scene.
Leng Ning and Xuan Wu were stunned for a moment before immediately kneeling in respect.
The flaming phoenix stopped before Zhou Li and began to dissipate, revealing an overwhelmingly stunning face.
A woman stood there, dressed in a crimson robe adorned with phoenix feathers. Her figure was graceful, her long red hair flowed like blazing fire, her features were exquisite, and a phoenix mark adorned her forehead. Her crimson eyes were filled with depth and calculation, and her gentle smile seemed unfathomable.
This woman was the Dean of Dragon Martial Academy and also the Grand Commander of the Hidden Dragon Guards—Fei Huang.
Zhou Li looked at Fei Huang in confusion, unable to understand the situation.
Why was she here?