Becoming the Villainess: I Dominate the Cultivation Realm with My Wok!-Chapter 200: Second Prince

As Huo Lian was trapped, the Second Prince idly rested his chin on his hand, gazing out the window of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, the top tavern in the Capital City.

"Huo Lian is really slow, why hasn’t he arrived yet?"

"Second Prince."

Upon hearing someone reporting, the Second Prince immediately sat up straight, eagerly looking toward the doorway.

However, only a servant dressed like a Huo Family attendant entered, trembling somewhat: "Greetings, Second Prince! Second Prince, something terrible has happened, please hurry and save my young master!"

The Second Prince’s eyes carried a hint of mischief: "You want me to rescue your young master?" He didn’t mind that it was a servant, walked over and touched his forehead, "He doesn’t have a fever, right?"

To be honest, the princes of the current era all have mediocre cultivation skills; only he has stopped progressing in Qi Cultivation, and the reason is simply lacking talent.

Doesn’t that guy Huo Lian already have a Nascent Soul? They want him to save Huo Lian? Going there would be a sure death, wouldn’t it?

Bluntly speaking, the life of this Prince is at least a tiny bit more noble than your young master’s, right?

Although the servant was trembling with fear, he was obviously sincere and loyal: "Second Prince, my young master was tricked away by a eunuch who calls himself ’Little Nai Zi.’ That eunuch said that Second Prince, you changed locations, and by the time we noticed something was wrong, our young master was gone. Second Prince, you have to stand up for my young master!"

The Second Prince looked disdainful: "Little Nai Zi? Tsk, Huo Lian really doesn’t care about this Prince at all to be fooled like this. This Prince hates ’Nai’ the most. How could he give his servant such a name? This really hurt this Prince’s feelings."

Speaking of which, he couldn’t help but cross his legs: "In any case, it’s not my place to stand up for him, right? In such situations, shouldn’t you go back and find your family’s master or the like? Blame has a head and debt has an owner. Just because someone claims to be associated with the Second Prince, should this Prince carry the burden? What if heinous criminals shout that they were incited by this Prince, does that count as this Prince’s fault too?"

The servant’s eyes flashed with a bit of impatience, still kneeling on the ground, he hit his head on the floor a few more times: "The master said he left everything to the young master and won’t intervene..."

"Oh dear, Second Prince, are you out drinking again with Mr. Huo?"

A graceful woman dressed in palace attire walked in with a bold stride, not even glancing around at the situation as she leaned towards the Second Prince: "As soon as Mr. Huo returns, the Second Prince forgets about me?"

The Second Prince leaned back to avoid her, and she followed suit, leaning backward as well, resulting in both of them rolling unceremoniously to the ground.

"None of this ’me or not me’ business, you are this Prince’s main wife, stop with these messy tricks. It’s nearly autumn, aren’t you gaining some extra weight?" The Second Prince got up, pulled the woman to her feet, brushed off her dust before attending to himself.

Upon hearing this, the Second Prince Consort Yan Luan skipped the tender act and started pounding on the Second Prince with her fists: "Oh, you’re so annoying~"

The sound of "bang bang bang," each punch was worth at least eighty coins.

The Second Prince nearly spat blood and quickly dodged: "Stop, stop, stop! It’s not that easy being a widow in the deep palace, right?"

Only then did Yan Luan withdraw her fists, not forgetting to throw him a seductive gaze.

"What are you doing running out here?"

"Catching a cheater," Yan Luan said with the most enticing smile and softest voice.

The Second Prince let out a loud "Ha!": "Didn’t catch anyone, huh? Where’s Mr. Huo? Isn’t he here? Didn’t see it coming, did you?"

Yan Luan finally glanced around the room, then playfully lifted the kneeling servant: "Oh dear, where’s Huo Lian? If you don’t speak, I might twist your neck off~"