Hidden Marriage: Spoiled by the Imperial Commander-Chapter 329: Being a Deadbeat for Life

Xia Ziyu and Yan Chuhua nodded emphatically in unison.

"Then stop arguing. Right now, you must stand on the same side and go back to explain things to your families. Avoiding the issue like this won’t solve anything."

The two asked simultaneously, "How should we explain?"

Yan Qianyi lightly tapped her temple with her slender fingertips, pondered for a moment, and said,

"The monarchs of both nations want you two to wed simply to foster good relations between the countries. How about... when you go back, you swear sibling-hood to each other? Or acknowledge each other’s parents as godparents? In short, do something that could bring the two nations closer."

Yan Chuhua said, "He may not necessarily be older than me. I might be the elder sister, you know?"

Xia Ziyu sneered coldly, "Rest assured, I’m definitely older than you."

Yan Chuhua placed her hands on her hips, unconvinced, "In what way are you older than me?"

Xia Ziyu glanced at her chest, "Except for this part, I’m bigger than you everywhere else."

Yan Chuhua quickly hugged her chest, "You pervert! Shameless!"

"I’m a pervert? It’s your own dirty mind. I think you’re the real pervert!"

"You—!" Yan Chuhua, fuming with anger, clenched her fists tightly, wishing she could rush at Xia Ziyu and pummel him senseless.

Yan Qianyi shook her head helplessly, "It looks like you’ll just have to continue eloping, making life difficult for each other."

These two ancestors couldn’t exchange a few words without starting to argue.

Never mind, never mind, she had said all she could say and could only help this much.

They could consider their options once both of them had calmed down. freewёbnoνel-com

Yan Qianyi turned and walked out. Xia Ziyu and Yan Chuhua immediately quieted down.

Yan Chuhua glared at Xia Ziyu, "This is all your fault. You made Qianyi leave in anger."

"It was obviously you who angered her. Forget it—I can’t be bothered to waste my time and words on you."

Xia Ziyu glared back at Yan Chuhua and hurried after Yan Qianyi.

Catching up to her as she walked upstairs, Yan Qianyi opened her palm toward him, "Give me back that bottle of medicine."

"Uh? What medicine?"

"My husband already knows you’re not sick, and he won’t be back for the next two days. So you don’t need to pretend anymore."

"But I think that medicine is quite good. I took it this morning and I’ve been feeling great all day. Just give it to me."

"Then I’ll give you a friendly price, five thousand per pill. Count how many are left and transfer the money to me."

"What?! Have you gone mad for money? You might as well just rob me, or just claim it’s an Immortal Pill."

Even drug peddlers wouldn’t dare to ask for such an exorbitant price.

A friendly price?

Yan Qianyi opened the bedroom door, turned to look at him, "Immortal Pills would cost much more than that. Better count carefully and don’t forget to transfer the money to me before you go to sleep."

With that, Yan Qianyi closed the door firmly.

The door nearly hit Xia Ziyu’s prominent nose.

He hastily stepped back, glaring at the door and pulling a face.

She already knew he was a prince, and yet her attitude towards him hadn’t changed in the slightest.

Truly a woman who did not fear power.

He liked that!

Xia Ziyu returned to the lab, poured out all the remaining pills from the bottle, and started to count them earnestly, back and forth.

Half an hour later, as Yan Qianyi was getting ready to sleep in bed, Xiao Ke’s voice rang out.

"Master, fifty thousand yuan has been deposited into your personal account."

Yan Qianyi smiled.

She knew exactly how many pills were in that bottle, after all, they were costly to produce.

She also knew how many Xia Ziyu had taken over the past few days.

There were nine left; it should be forty-five thousand.

That guy even knew how to round up. Not bad at all.

The next day, Xia Ziyu was still mad at Yan Chuhua.

The two of them didn’t speak all day.

But Yan Chuhua’s attitude had improved somewhat.

She had thought it over last night and felt that Yan Qianyi was right: the problems they faced had to be confronted together, united, if there was any chance of solving them.

And considering that Xia Ziyu wouldn’t live much longer, she shouldn’t be arguing with a sick person.

So, at lunch, she initiated conversation with Xia Ziyu, asking when he had discovered his illness and why he hadn’t sought treatment sooner.

But Xia Ziyu ignored her completely.

The mention of his illness only made him angrier.

He wasn’t sick at all!

However, the most important reason was that he had his own selfish motives.

He didn’t want to leave Yan Qianyi just yet.

Now he had a reason to stick around and not leave.

Once he left, he would no longer have any excuse or reason to live under the same roof as her, let alone any chance to see her.

So what he was thinking now was to stick around for as long as he possibly could.

Ideally, he’d be a lifelong freeloader.

Yan Qianyi observed Xia Ziyu’s facial expression and said, "Chu Hua, Aunt Xue, in fact, Ziyu doesn’t have a terminal illness. I said he was my patient because I was worried that Ah Lie would get jealous."

She had noticed that every time Aunt Xue and Chu Hua brought up Xia Ziyu’s illness, his face would turn ugly.

Anyway, now that Ah Lie knew the truth, there was no need to pretend anymore.

Xia Ziyu looked up at Yan Chuhua, "Did you hear that? I’m not a doomed man."

Thank heavens, he didn’t have to be a short-living ghost anymore!

Aunt Xue was taken aback and asked Yan Qianyi, "Then why is he staying here?"

Yan Qianyi explained, "Because he’s recently homeless and can only stay here temporarily, but not for much longer."

"I see," Aunt Xue turned to Xia Ziyu, "such a handsome young man, and yet to be homeless? That’s quite pitiful."

Sigh...

Xia Ziyu was in distress.

He couldn’t escape the fate of being pitied.

Suddenly, he wanted Aunt Xue to know that he was actually a prince of the Federation Empire, of noble status, and didn’t need anyone’s pity or sympathy!

But to continue being a freeloader, he had no choice but to accept Aunt Xue’s sympathy and gave her a smile.

"I’ve been a bother during this time, Aunt Xue. Once I have a place to go, I won’t trouble you further."

"No trouble at all," Aunt Xue replied hastily, "after all, it’s just an extra person and an extra pair of chopsticks."

"Aunt Xue, you’re so kind."

Aunt Xue smiled timidly and hesitated before saying, "But... if possible, you should still contribute to the living expenses. After all, it’s not easy for our young lady to earn money."

Nowadays, everything’s so expensive, many families only consume Nutrient Liquid.

But their household had fresh vegetables, fruits, and meat every day.

Maintaining such a quality of food wasn’t cheap.

Although a lot of the meat was bought by the son-in-law, since he and the young lady were a couple, the money was naturally shared.

Xia Ziyu had just taken a sip of soup and almost spit it out.

Sure enough, birds of a feather flock together; the servant and the master were both stingy misers!

Yan Qianyi was trying hard not to laugh; she hadn’t expected Aunt Xue to say such things.

Yan Chuhua took the initiative, "I will also contribute to the living expenses!"

Yan Qianyi said, "You don’t have to."

Xia Ziyu’s expression darkened, "We’re all friends, so why do I have to pay and she doesn’t?"

"Chu Hua is a girl, she doesn’t eat much."

"I don’t eat much either."

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