Chapter 242: Speaking Ill

"So... what else does Meng Xiang have?"

Meng Hui's words caught in his throat, neither coming nor going, like a rooster whose neck had been seized.

After a while, he still lacked the courage to ask whether the feng shui map had been handed to Prince Li, and could only hastily take his leave.

Chi Nan Yi watched his back and couldn't help but purse his lips.

How stupid was the original owner? In the previous life they actually lost to a family like this.

Just then, Li Gonggong jogged up, "Prince, stay!"

"Prince, stay!"

"What else?" Mo Junyan was clearly impatient; Li Gonggong hurriedly said, "The Emperor said to have you both return to the Imperial Study again."

"What does the old man want this time?"

Old... old man...

Li Gonggong blinked and lowered his head directly.

He didn't hear anything; he heard nothing at all.

Returning to the Imperial Study, the Emperor brushed away his recent fatigue, his eyes blazing as they fixed on the two of them.

That kind of gaze, Chi Nan Yi saw, only felt prickly.

"Your presence..."

"No need, no need," the Emperor waved his hand, asking anxiously, "How is the second son's leg? Any improvement?"

"Much better."

This time, without waiting for Chi Nan Yi to answer, Mo Junyan said, "The Divine Doctor said that as long as the herbs are gathered, my leg can be healed."

"Very good! Very good!" the Emperor laughed a few times, "Rest assured, I will certainly find those medicines for you."

"Then thank you, Father Emperor."

Learning that his leg had hope, the Emperor was the happiest of all.

That night he even ate an extra bowl of rice.

"Your Majesty," Li Gonggong stepped beside him, speaking softly, "You previously ordered this old servant to investigate Southern First Young Master, but this person seems to have appeared out of nowhere; we could only find traces from recent days, and nothing from the past ten years."

"Oh?" the Emperor said, taking the secret letter from Li Gonggong's hand; it contained only a few lines, with little useful information. He furrowed his brows and murmured, "It really does seem to have emerged from nowhere."

"What about the Crown Prince's Residence? How is it there?"

Mentioning the Crown Prince, Li Gonggong's face showed obvious difficulty.

"I'm asking you a question!"

"Your Majesty, this old servant only heard that the Crown Prince erupted a huge fire tonight; the exact cause... I am not clear."

"Not clear?" the Emperor gave him a cold glance, "Is it that you don't know, or that you dare not say?"

"Your Majesty, forgive me!"

"Hmph, you servant won't speak, yet I know perfectly well that the matter of the First Village of the World was caused by that foolish Crown Prince, a failed thief who only harms himself. With such a mind, you still wish to inherit my throne?"

Li Gonggong lowered his head, daring not to say another word.

But with the Emperor saying that, doesn't it prove he never intended to pass the throne to the Crown Prince?

"Fine, get up."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Li Gonggong had just stood up when a cold, hushed voice came from the Emperor in front of him, "What have you heard today?"

"Your servant heard nothing."

The Emperor smiled and continued to lower his head, reviewing the memorials.

Seeing this, Li Gonggong silently let out a long sigh.

"Accompanying the ruler is like accompanying a tiger; this saying applies not only to the harem's concubines."

Chi Nan Yi and Mo Junyan dined together; at the table, Chi Nan Yi barely spoke to Mo Junyan, devouring the food in big bites, and watching her, Mo Junyan even found the rice and dishes in the bowl somewhat tasty.

Chi Nan Yi looked at the nearly empty plates, feeling a bit embarrassed, and with a curved smile asked Mo Junyan, "Today Prince ate more, right?"

"Indeed." Mo Junyan glanced at her belly, a speckled smile at the corners of her eyes, "Who prepared today's meal? Reward."

"Yes." Yun Shan thought to himself: indeed, I must cling to Miss Chi's thigh; the cook has been in the Prince's mansion for so many years, probably this is the first time receiving the Prince's reward. Usually he lives in fear, fearing the Prince's displeasure; now the food suits Miss Chi's taste, Yun Shan can conclude that anyone in the Prince's mansion could lose their heads, but the cook won't.

"It's getting late, I must return. Tomorrow the Yunxiang Pavilion opens, I still have duties! Moreover, if my maternal grandfather learns I'm here, the old master will probably come with a knife to fetch me."

"Alright, I'll see you back."

"No need, I'll go back on my own."

"No," Mo Junyan grasped Chi Nan Yi's hand, brow slightly furrowed, "The incident that night when you were attacked, Zhao Yan told me everything when he returned. Now the Qin family and the Crown Prince's people have marked you; they won't let you go."

"Ha, they won't let me go? Who exactly won't let whom go?" Chi Nan Yi's lips curled, eyes flashing with boundless swagger: "I actually hope they come to my door—one by one I kill, two at a time I slay both; I don't believe they can muster a thousand troops."

"You!" Mo Junyan helplessly tapped her forehead, "I know your ability, but the Qin family has long held sway in Daqi; the Qin family's daughter can sit securely on the throne, showing the depth of their foundation, cannot be underestimated. Now they sent two squads and you wiped them clean; that doesn't mean they only have assassins of that caliber; those were merely tests. Next, the people they send will be above them, even far superior."

"So what of it?" Chi Nan Yi said indifferently, "If you can't beat me, just run. Let me put it this way: I may not be the strongest in the world, but I'm definitely the most hidden. If I choose to hide, even an immortal might not find me."

She wasn't exaggerating.

After all, with Space—a cheating artifact—if she doesn't want to be found, no one can sense her.

Chi Nan Yi didn't return to the Chi Family, but went back to the First Village of the World.

"Boss." Shopkeeper Hao limped forward, "You're back."

"Hmm." Looking at the varying injuries on them, Chi Nan Yi took out pills and Spirit Spring Water, "Take these pills with the elixir; you'll recover quickly."

"Thank you, Boss."

"Qing Shan?"

"Qing Shan's injury is severe; he's currently resting in his room!"

Chi Nan Yi hurried upstairs; Qing Shan's door was half open, and he was pouring powdered medicine onto his wound, grimacing in pain as he did so.

"You heartless little thing, I, the young master, endured so many lashes for her shop, and at this hour you're still out fooling around with Mo Junyan, not even coming back to check on my wounds—you're truly a heartless little scoundrel, hiss..."

Chi Nan Yi, standing outside the door listening to him mutter to himself, couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Who?" Qing Shan turned his head quickly, and upon seeing that familiar figure at the doorway, he couldn't help but startle—had she heard everything he said?

"Why don't you keep scolding? Speaking ill of others behind their backs is hardly moral!"

Upon hearing that, Qing Shan couldn't help but blush deeply.

"I... I never said anything bad about you!"