Prime Minister Zhao glared at Zhao Xu, "Guests must be treated with care, how could you be so reckless?"

Zhao Xu walked over and helped Prince Beimo up, asking, "Are you satisfied with this spar?"

Princess Jing Mountain, "...."

Prince Beimo, "...."

The smoldering flames in Princess Jing Mountain’s eyes almost turned Zhao Xu to ashes.

Beating her Imperial Brother like this, then rubbing salt in his wounds?!

It’s lucky this is Nanliang, if it were Beimo, letting her father and the civil and military officials of Beimo see this scene, her Imperial Brother would lose all face and might not even be able to inherit the throne.

Does he know when to stop? How could he be so ruthless... no, so merciless with his feet!

Princess Jing Mountain glared at Zhao Xu’s feet, wishing she could stomp on them a few more times.

Young Master Zhao felt delighted after beating Prince Beimo, but Princess Jing Mountain glared at him, making him uneasy again.

He looked at Prince Beimo and said, "Do you want to continue sparring?"

Sparring?

He now wanted to cut him down.

Prime Minister Zhao almost wanted to beat his son. After teaching him humility for so many years, he completely disregarded it at such a critical moment.

Prince Beimo looked at Zhao Xu, smiled gently, even though the pulling at his mouth and eye corners hurt. He touched his eye corner and said, "Young Master Zhao is a sincere person; this spar was quite enlightening."

The guard came over to assist Prince Beimo.

The guard looked at Zhao Xu with admiration mixed with sympathy.

The jealousy was intense; it seemed he was deeply attached to the princess. Now that he offended their prince, he would get it back tenfold.

To dare to beat the future brother-in-law before the official appointment, isn’t that bold?

Prime Minister Zhao ordered the guard, "Quickly call for a doctor."

Then he said to Princess Jing Mountain, "Quickly help him inside to apply medicine."

Before helping her Imperial Brother, Princess Jing Mountain threw several eye daggers at Zhao Xu.

Prince Beimo guessed why Zhao Xu was angry. As Princess Jing Mountain helped him, he intentionally leaned half his body on her, crushing her so much she could hardly breathe, thinking Zhao Xu had crippled her Imperial Brother.

Princess Jing Mountain struggled to walk a few steps, and Zhao Xu’s eyes twitched as he watched.

Men and women seven years don’t share a seat.

Yet their cousin and cousin act without reservation.

He walked over, pulled Princess Jing Mountain away, and supported Prince Beimo, saying, "Let me help you."

That jealousy—

Prince Beimo laughed.

Apart from getting beaten by Young Master Zhao, Prince Beimo acknowledged Young Master Zhao’s talent.

But he hadn’t expected his foolish sister to become Young Master Zhao’s glaring weakness.

Does someone with a weakness still dare to be this arrogant?

Prince Beimo’s smile was playful, his stretched wound twinged painfully.

Prince Beimo, "...."

Prince Beimo let go of half his strength, almost relying entirely on Zhao Xu.

Zhao Xu felt quite disdainful.

Though he was heavy-handed, he hadn’t turned him into a complete wreck, yet he used not a bit of strength.

Zhao Xu helped Prince Beimo into the house and tossed him onto a small couch. Prince Beimo’s arm bumped against the wood, causing him to yell in pain.

Princess Jing Mountain approached, nearly blurting out "Imperial Brother", instead she said, "Cousin, are you alright?"

"My arm hurts, can you rub it for me," Prince Beimo said.

Princess Jing Mountain sat beside Prince Beimo and rubbed with force.

Zhao Xu stood nearby, finding it particularly glaring. Already angry, Princess Jing Mountain still sneaked glances blaming him for being too heavy-handed.

Zhao Xu felt not only his palms itch but also felt an overwhelming urge to kick.

Zhao Xu turned and left.

Seeing him walk away, Princess Jing Mountain rubbed until her hand grew tired, asking, "Imperial Brother, does your arm still hurt?"

"After being beaten like that, wouldn’t it hurt?" Prince Beimo said.

"I am your Imperial Brother, your own Imperial Brother; shouldn’t you restrain him a bit?"

The guards on the side rolled their eyes.

They were already beaten so badly despite not being restrained; if restrained, who knows to what extent the harshness would have gone.

Princess Jing Mountain had her say.

How could she not restrain him? She had said not to hit hard, and right after, he moved his feet; she had no time to add anything.

No outsiders present, Prince Beimo eyed Princess Jing Mountain, "Father and Mother are worried sick, when do you plan to return?"

Princess Jing Mountain’s pace at rubbing slowed down; she looked at Prince Beimo, "It’s hard for me to come out; why don’t you tell Father and Mother I’d like to stay a few more days before returning?"

Prince Beimo looked at her, "Do you truly plan for him to become Prince Consort?"

Princess Jing Mountain blushed, vehemently denying, "No such thing!" 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Is there no such thing?

It’s almost carved on her face.

Since Princess Jing Mountain denied it, Prince Beimo didn’t press further, saying, "It’s better this way; the decree Father gave you, if you include his name, then the decree would be invalid."

Princess Jing Mountain slowed her grip, and Prince Beimo looked at her hand, saying, "With that strength, you couldn’t even crush an ant."

Princess Jing Mountain raised her hand to pat his shoulder, "You’re really treating me like a maid?"

Prince Beimo leaned against the large pillow, "I rushed here quickly, exhausting myself severely. Since you’re in the Zhao Family, I plan to stay a couple more days to recover before heading to the Nanliang Capital."

Princess Jing Mountain looked at him, "What are you going to the Capital for?"

Prince Beimo’s smile turned playful, "Since you’re not in the hands of Prince of Nanliang, I’m relieved enough to roam around the Nanliang Capital."

Princess Jing Mountain was clueless about what her Imperial Brother planned to do; anyway, she couldn’t stop him. She said, "Does that mean I don’t have to return to Beimo?"

"I’m going to the Nanliang Capital, which doesn’t prevent Hidden Guard from taking you back to Beimo," Prince Beimo said.

"I don’t want to go back," Princess Jing Mountain said.

Prince Beimo remained silent.

Princess Jing Mountain looked at him and whined, "Imperial Brother, please tell Father and Mother I’ll definitely return once I’ve had fun, okay?"

Prince Beimo didn’t budge.

Princess Jing Mountain continued to whine, shaking Prince Beimo until he almost toppled over, "Imperial Brother, you’re the one who dotes on your Imperial Sister the most, please agree with me, okay?"

Prince Beimo glanced sideways at Princess Jing Mountain, "It’s not impossible to let you stay a few more days."

"Imperial Brother, just name your conditions," Princess Jing Mountain quickly replied.

"No conditions really, Imperial Sister only needs to show me that you can be self-reliant," Prince Beimo said.

Princess Jing Mountain was somewhat confused, and Prince Beimo said, "The next few days, Imperial Brother will test you."

Princess Jing Mountain agreed immediately.

Prince Beimo heard footsteps approaching and said, "Pour me a cup of tea."

Princess Jing Mountain quickly poured Prince Beimo some tea.

Zhao Xu walked in a circle outside, couldn’t help but return, and upon entering, saw Princess Jing Mountain offering tea to Prince Beimo.

Prince Beimo looked completely pleased.

Zhao Xu’s face turned dark, the Hidden Guard sensed an overwhelming wave of killing intent sweeping in.