Chapter 67 The Charlatan National Preceptor Was Captured by the Dark-Faced Tyrant (25)

"As the Prince Ning, I am the regent appointed by His Majesty. It seems rather inappropriate for Your Highness to view me in this way?"

Xie Tingsheng, as expected of someone personally trained by Xie Hanzhou, speaks in a gentle tone, yet every word he utters strikes at the heart.

He'll say exactly what you can't stand to hear.

Hey, if he couldn't make you mad, he wouldn't be Xie Tingsheng.

Xie Weiyan smiled through gritted teeth, clutched her chest, and coughed forcefully, as if she were about to cough up her lungs.

Xie Tingsheng "concernedly" stepped forward to support him, and casually mentioned, "Fortunately, His Majesty did not listen to that fool Li Qichou back then. Your health is getting worse and worse. If you were to become regent, I'm afraid you wouldn't make it through this spring."

Xie Weiyan: "..."

Anyone could hear the sarcasm in his words.

It was practically a direct attack on Xie Weiyan, yelling: "You're going to die! You're going to die! You're going to die!"

The group following Xie Tingsheng were suppressing their laughter; if the occasion hadn't been so inappropriate, they would have burst out laughing.

Their prince's mouth is as sharp as ever; look how angry Xie Weiyan is, his face has turned pale.

"Oh, right, Your Majesty, I heard that His Majesty and the Imperial Advisor have successfully prayed for rain and returned to the palace. That's something to celebrate."

"Hey? Your Majesty, why do you look so pale? Are you feeling unwell again?"

"Brother, you're right. Your health isn't good. A few days ago, you even went out for a walk in the middle of the night. Even though it's spring, the wind is strong at night. It would be bad if you got sick again."

Upon hearing this, Xie Weiyan abruptly looked up at him, her face drained of all color.

Xie Tingsheng, as if oblivious, continued talking to himself, "By the way, Your Majesty, I also heard that Your Majesty recently sold some treasures from your mansion. Have you encountered any difficulties lately?"

Xie Weiyan felt as if she had been stabbed repeatedly in the chest.

Compared to Xie Hanzhou, he actually disliked Xie Tingsheng more.

He's always gentle and kind, even when he kills someone, he does it gently and softly with a single stab.

Damn it, is it really necessary to keep poking at his heart like this?

Xie Weiyan strongly suspected that Xie Tingsheng seemed to know something, but he had no evidence.

He shook his head, his face pale. "It's nothing. I just feel like a lot of things are unnecessary, so I'm just cleaning out the warehouse."

"As for what you said about taking a walk in the middle of the night, Tingsheng..." Xie Weiyan looked up at him with a puzzled expression. "I haven't been feeling well lately and went to bed early. Tingsheng, you probably saw someone else."

"Oh, then I must have seen wrong. After all, why would Your Majesty go to a place like that?"

Xie Weiyan: What kind of place is that? You better explain it clearly!

Xie Weiyan was so angry that she could hardly keep up the act anymore.

"Oh, by the way, Tingsheng came here specifically to treat the Emperor's illness. This doctor is a famous physician in Jiangnan, and perhaps he can cure the Emperor's illness."

Xie Weiyan's smile froze.

"Cough cough... No need, Tingsheng, I know my own body... Sigh~ There's no need to trouble the divine doctor."

"This will not do! Your Majesty's health is of utmost importance!"

Xie Tingsheng gave the doctor a wink, and Xie Weiyan, whose arm was being held by him, could not exert any strength and could only watch helplessly as the doctor took her pulse.

If I were to actually let him take my pulse, I'd probably be found out that I was faking my illness.

Xie Weiyan was terrified at that moment.

Unexpectedly, the divine physician frowned. Just when he thought he was about to be exposed, he heard the divine physician sigh, "His Highness Prince Ning's illness is very serious! He can only rely on recuperation. This is His Highness Prince Ning's prescription."

"Three doses a day, you must finish them all. After that, I will be watching over Your Highness at the Prince Ning's residence."

Xie Weiyan felt that Xie Tingsheng did it on purpose.

"Then Your Majesty, please take good care of yourself. I'll take my leave now."

Xie Weiyan was incredibly excited.

He wished Xie Tingsheng would just leave immediately!

Xie Tingsheng left as he had planned, and as soon as he stepped out of the Ning Prince's mansion, his two subordinates couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Your Highness, you're really mean. If I were Prince Ning, I'd probably be so angry I'd vomit blood by now."

"It's hilarious. Just looking at how Prince Ning looked like he wanted to skin His Highness alive but had to endure it made me laugh. Is he some kind of Ninja Turtle? It's no different from His Highness taking a dump on his neck."

After their吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or critical comments), the two gave Xie Tingsheng a thumbs up and succinctly summarized, "That's why we say our prince is a cunning old fox!"

Xie, the cunning old fox, Tingsheng, kicked them all and yelled, "Get lost!"

The two men rubbed their buttocks and said pitifully, "As expected, there are differences between people. Even His Highness wouldn't bear to kick the Vice Pavilion Master like that."

Upon hearing this, Xie Tingsheng's gaze sharpened, and he stared directly at the two of them with piercing eyes.

The two quickly slapped their sore mouths.

He left after saying, "Your Highness, we were wrong."

Thinking of Wenxi's temperament, Xie Tingsheng pressed his temples, feeling a headache coming on.

When will Wenxi finally realize her feelings for him?

Speaking of which, Wenxi should be back soon.

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The two who had fled at top speed caught their breath and couldn't help but complain, "His Highness forbids us from saying anything. Who in the entire Assassin's Guild doesn't know that His Highness likes the Deputy Guild Master? But the Deputy Guild Master is so oblivious that he can't even realize it."

"Who says otherwise! The Vice Pavilion Master usually seems like a pretty smart person, how come he couldn't notice something like this?"

"The most outrageous time was when His Highness tried to seduce someone, but the Vice Pavilion Master thought it was a provocation. So the Vice Pavilion Master practiced martial arts for a month straight, determined to develop abs."

The two sighed in unison, "Our prince's road to winning back his wife is going to be long and arduous~"

"Oh? Is that so?"

A familiar voice came from behind them, and the two of them froze, forcing a wry smile as they faced Xie Tingsheng's gentle and tender face.

"It seems you're quite concerned about my love life. Since you're so concerned..."

"No, no, no, Your Highness, we're not curious at all, really!"

Fearing their words weren't convincing enough, the two silently added, "More real than real gold!"

Xie Tingsheng nodded. "You all seem to be very experienced. Why don't you help me think of a way to help Wenxi understand?"

The strategist, Number One, had a sudden inspiration: "Your Highness, when dealing with someone as slow-witted as the Deputy Pavilion Master, we have to be direct!"

The second strategist chimed in, "That's right! Otherwise, no matter how strictly you guard against it, you can't possibly eliminate all of the Vice Pavilion Master's romantic prospects, can you?"

The two men exclaimed, "Your Highness! A true man fears no hardship! Go for it! We support you!"

Xie Tingsheng: "..."

Although the idea was a bit bad, they weren't wrong.

If things continue like this, when will he ever catch up with Wenxi?

Even someone like His Majesty has someone wanting her, so why can't Xie Tingsheng, a perfectly normal person, have a wife?

Xie Hanzhou: Do you really think you're normal?