Chapter 210: Will You Stand Shoulder to Shoulder with This Prince?

Weak?

Bullied?

Qingmei and Yulan, standing at the doorway, exchanged a glance, pursed their lips, and said nothing.

These two words have never been fitting for their missesses.

It would be fine if she didn't go out to bully others.

When dueling the mansion's Dark Guard, every technique was fierce and every step lethal; today she struck the Meng Family's eldest miss, and after Meng Qinghe fainted, she lowered the hand that had been covering her face, her cheeks swollen like a pig's head, demonstrating the miss's tremendous force.

"I haven't been bullied." Chi Nan Yi pinned the two of them onto the chair, somewhat moved yet helpless: "Who could possibly bully me?"

"Then you…"

Chi Nan Yi gave a brief account of what happened next.

They had assumed she had already struck someone, being the child of a high‑ranking Left Minister; they should understand that she is by no means a soft target for anyone to bully.

They never expected that several men of the Chi Family, some in their fifties and others barely in their twenties, instantly paled.

Absurd!

How on earth does the Meng Family raise its children? Even though they are legitimate, they are so despicably low!

As Chi Xianshi finished speaking, Chi Nan Yi gave an awkward smile: "Uncle, I also grew up in the Meng Family…"

"Your veins carry the blood of our Chi Family and Situ Family; you emerge unstained from the mud, and even if you were raised in the Meng Family, you wouldn't be corrupted. How could you be compared to those of the Meng Family?" Chi Zhongshan shouted, "That son of theirs even dared to make a move on you; when his flirtation failed, his Meng Family daughter framed you, attempting to tarnish your name, as if you had no one behind you!"

"Grandfather, I, your grandson, volunteer to go to the Meng Family, drag that dog Meng Jue out and give him a good beating, to vent for my little sister."

"I'll go too!" Chi Shao yuan declared bravely: "I'll go with my elder brother; we will definitely beat him so badly he won't even recognize his ancestors."

Chi Nan Yi heard this, and the corner of her mouth twitched a few times.

Who said the Chi Family had been a genteel aristocratic clan since its ancestors?

What difference is there between the atmosphere in the main hall and a bandit hideout?

"Um…"

"Yi'er, you stay calm; your maternal grandfather will definitely avenge you."

Chi Nan Yi originally intended to say she had already figured out how to deal with the Meng Family, but her maternal grandfather, uncle, and even her two elder brothers were so generous that she found it hard to decline.

She could only nod.

At that moment, a young servant ran in, shouting, "Lord, Lord, something has happened to the Meng Family."

"What happened?"

The Meng Family's eldest son had both hand bones shattered, reportedly crushed by someone; after getting off the carriage, the Meng servants noticed something was wrong, searched the surroundings, yet found not a trace of the culprit.

He gasped, then continued, "And the Meng Family's miss; her carriage broke apart before reaching the Meng estate, a person was thrown from the carriage, and it is said her face hit the ground first…"

When the words fell, the entire Chi Family main hall fell into an eerie silence.

Soon, all their gazes fell upon Chi Nan Yi.

"It wasn't me," Chi Nan Yi coughed softly; indeed she hadn't done it, she hadn't had time to act, but the affair was quite to her liking.

Remembering the guard of Prince Li's manor she had seen outside the gate, she understood that only one person could accomplish such a feat without a ripple, and at this very critical moment step in to protect her.

Just as night fell, Mo Junyan had already arrived in Chi Nan Yi's room.

This time, he was not wearing a mask.

Although she had already seen his face before, it did not diminish the astonishment of seeing him again.

"Prince, why are you here?"

Mo Junyan hurried forward, his tone low: "Did anyone get hurt today?"

Chi Nan Yi shook her head: "No."

Seeing her expression unchanged, Mo Junyan's complexion eased, the tight jawline softening slightly.

He did not beat around the bush, and simply admitted the afternoon's matter: "The Meng Family affair was done at the behest of This Prince."

Hearing him say that, Chi Nan Yi slowly lifted her head, her gaze burning as she softly said, "Prince, why must you involve yourself in this trouble of the Meng Family for my sake?"

Though a question, it was more a test.

Knowing her intent, Mo Junyan did not conceal anything, lowered his eyes to look at her, his tone filled with undeniable certainty: "This Prince promised you that in this life I would protect you. Anyone who harms my people must pay the price. He should be grateful that the hand never actually touched you; otherwise, what I seek would not be limited to his two claws."

"And what about Meng Qinghe? She was thrown from the carriage, face first onto the ground; she will likely be disfigured."

"That today's humiliation of you, and his intention to have Meng Jue take you into his household—originally I intended to take her life. I have said I will protect you, and it's not just words."

Chi Nan Yi's heart trembled greatly; Mo Junyan's words had gone so far that even a fool could grasp his intention.

Mo Junyan, the immensely powerful Prince Li, the second prince of Daqi, who had fought on battlefields since youth, in both his past and present lives a supremely strong and aloof man, yet before her he always openly protected his own.

Such a man is hard not to be moved by!

Chi Nan Yi looked into his deep eyes, which held a seriousness that even slightly shocked her; her heart warmed, and before she could speak, Mo Junyan stepped forward another pace, their toes touching, Chi Nan Yi instinctively tried to step back, but at that moment a pair of strong hands tightly grasped her shoulder.

"Prince…"

"Chi Nan Yi, This Prince has never made any promises to anyone, nor ever thought of protecting someone for a lifetime; you are the only one." The hand on her shoulder tightened, Mo Junyan's voice a little hoarse, he whispered, "Do you perhaps understand This Prince's intention?"

Chi Nan Yi looked at his somewhat inexperienced yet nervous demeanor, and for a moment she felt a slight illusion.

Is this man truly the decisive, cold‑hearted Prince Li of the battlefield?

Could it be that he too has been soul‑transferred by someone!

For a moment, she even entertained the thought of teasing Mo Junyan.

Chi Nan Yi blinked, her expression full of bewilderment.

"I don't understand the Prince's meaning; Meng Hui appears refined and courteous, but is actually a scheming, petty hypocrite. The Prince, in protecting me, has built a grudge with the Meng Family; my heart is uneasy. My vengeance should be taken up by me alone; the Prince need not bear the risk for me."

Seeing Chi Nan Yi evade the question, Mo Junyan's brows furrowed slightly; he gritted his teeth and said, "Chi Nan Yi, you have always been clever; This Prince does not believe you didn't understand the meaning of that sentence just now."

"Prince, what does that mean?"

Seeing her ask knowingly, Mo Junyan let out a faint low laugh from his throat: "Chi Nan Yi, listen carefully, This Prince is delighted with you; to This Prince, you are the most important person, your affairs are the most important affairs. Chi Nan Yi, will you walk side by side with This Prince?"