Consort of a Thousand Faces-Chapter 672.1 - Paying back in kind
Yun Ruofeng pretended to ignore Su Xi-er as he continued. “Lan-er, you’re always so cruel to me.”
Hurt flashed across his face, while his hatred for Pei Qianhao grew.
Su Xi-er smirked and said, “I’m afraid I don’t know what Prince Yun is talking about; I am Princess Consort Hao.”
Though she knew that Yun Ruofeng was aware of her true identity, Su Xi-er did not want to speak openly about the subject in a crowded teahouse. If word got around, she might really be treated as an evil spirit.
“Prince Yun, your Lan-er has already been shot and killed by your Heart-Penetrating Arrow. Why are you pretending that it didn’t happen?” Pei Qianhao stared at Yun Ruofeng as he spoke.
“Prince Hao, both of us know the truth. Why do you insist on arguing on this?” Yun Ruofeng retorted.
Pei Qianhao’s arrogant tone pierced through Yun Ruofeng’s heart. “This Prince doesn’t have to argue with the likes of you.”
There was a very slight change in Yun Ruofeng’s expression but he recovered himself a moment later. “Prince Hao, this Prince is simply here to say hello. There’s no need to be like that.”
He looked rather sincere as he spoke, but nobody present was convinced.
“Haha!” Su Xi-er scoffed, “Yun Ruofeng, you’d better keep your distance if you don’t wish for the world to know that you attempted to kidnap me.”
“Lan-er, how could you say that I kidnapped you? All I wanted was to bring you back to my side.” Yun Ruofeng spoke gently.
Du Ling smirked and siad, “There’s no one in the world who doesn’t know that my sister is Princess Consort Hao. How can you be this shameless while trying to steal the wife of another?”
“Prince Yun, know your boundaries.” Pei Qianhao warned in an imposing manner.
Su Xi-er then said, “Yun Ruofeng, I’m coming to collect what you owe me, so you’d better have some scapegoats when the time comes.”
“Lan-er, do you hate me that much? Is it because you still love me?” Hope glinted in Yun Ruofeng’s eyes as he asked.
Pei Qianhao shot him a glance and asked, “Prince Yun, am I invisible to you?”
Du Ling unsheathed his sword as he added, “Yun Ruofeng, I can kill you right at this moment if you wish for it.”
Cold steel rested itself against Yun Ruofeng’s neck, but Yun Ling was quick to respond and land them in a stalemate.
“Western Region King, this Prince is just here for a friendly greeting. There’s no need for weapons here.” Yun Ruofeng chided, his gaze still gentle.
Du Ling smirked. “I should have dismembered you way before this. You’ve been given so many chances, but you still come crawling back; I feel that I should grant your death wish.”
“Western Region King, we’re in Xiliu right now, and both of us are considered important guests. I’m sure you wouldn’t wish to stir up any international conflict, right?” Yun Ruofeng was confident as he spoke, knowing very well that the Western Region King would not risk national peace.
Su Xi-er scorned, “Yun Ruofeng, you seem to be greatly overestimating the weight that the title of Prince Yun has. As an already exiled prince, how do you think your death will cause national strife? Is this a joke?”
Su Xi-er had hit the nail on the head, leaving Yun Ruofeng reeling. Lan-er, you’re really cruel. However, you’ll definitely come back to me after the banquet.
