Chapter 100 Green Tea Mu Cenlin
No way! I can't swallow this! Li Yu shoved the osmanthus cake in her hand into Li Bao'er's arms: "It's fresh out of the oven, eat it quickly, I'll help you get revenge!"
After saying that, the silver-white figure flashed, and the white and black figures became entangled in the main hall of the Prince's Mansion.
Although Li Yu was young, he was extremely fast. Without drawing his sword, he aimed at Mu Cenlin's face with the scabbard still attached. The angle was tricky. Mu Cenlin dodged to the side and blocked with his backhand. The two arms collided and made a dull sound.
Missing his first attack, Li Yu immediately changed tactics, sweeping his leg fiercely towards Mu Cenlin's lower body. Instead of retreating, Mu Cenlin advanced, raising his knee to meet the attack head-on.
"Bang!" Another muffled sound.
The two moved with astonishing speed, exchanging blows and their figures flashing rapidly through the hall.
Li Yu's attacks were fierce, brimming with youthful vigor and reckless ruthlessness, each move aimed at Mu Cenlin's vitals. Mu Cenlin, on the other hand, was much calmer, parrying each move and defending flawlessly, but he was clearly not using his full strength, more like testing and guiding the opponent.
The tables and chairs creaked in the strong wind, startling Miao Yi and Miao Qing, who quickly hid in a corner, while Linglong nervously protected Li Bao'er.
Holding the still-warm osmanthus cake, Li Bao'er frowned as she looked at the two people fighting fiercely in front of her.
Linglong noticed her mistress's frown and knew she was unhappy: "Miss, should I go and take charge of those two?"
Bao'er's words almost made her slip: "Go, bring a chair and brew a pot of good tea!"
Miao Yi and Miao Qing: "Ah? Yes, yes! Your Highness!"
Soon, chairs were brought over, and hot tea was served.
Li Bao'er sat down comfortably, opened the oil paper package, picked up a piece of still warm osmanthus cake, took a bite, and then slowly sipped her tea before starting to watch the live broadcast with great interest.
Over there, Li Yu and Mu Cen were exchanging blows, creating a powerful gust of wind, while over here, Li Bao'er was leisurely eating cakes and sipping tea, forming a stark contrast.
Standing to the side, Feng Li and Yuan Ting watched their princess's actions and couldn't help but twitch their lips. They exchanged a glance, shook their heads helplessly, and then turned their attention back to the fight.
Feng Li crossed his arms and said in a low voice, "Young Master Li's skills have improved rapidly. His explosive power and speed are probably unmatched among his peers."
Yuan Ting nodded in agreement, his eyes following Li Yu's movements closely: "Excellent talent, ruthless moves, a good prospect. His time in the military camp was worthwhile."
But then Feng Li shook his head, his tone certain: "However, compared to the Prince, he is still far inferior. The Prince is only using half his strength at most, and he is still holding back."
Yuan Ting nodded: "If Your Highness is serious, Young Master Li will surely be defeated within ten moves."
They could clearly see that Mu Cenlin, though seemingly entangled by Li Yu's rapid attacks, was actually moving steadily and responding with composure. Every block and dodge was perfectly timed, showing that he was in complete control. It was more like he was giving his brother-in-law some pointers and testing his skills.
While eating pastries, Li Bao'er listened to Feng Li and Yuan Ting's low-voiced analysis. Seeing Mu Cenlin clearly holding back his strength, the lingering resentment in her heart from yesterday's events unconsciously dissipated a bit.
Did he, such a proud and aloof person, start to love everything about her because of her?
Unable to break through Mu Cenlin's defenses, and further enraged by Mu Cenlin's effortless attitude, Li Yu's youthful temper flared. His eyes hardened, and his inner strength surged, making his moves even more fierce and ruthless. A palm strike, accompanied by the sound of air being torn apart, aimed directly at Mu Cenlin's vital heart! If this strike landed, even if Mu Cenlin didn't die, he would be severely injured!
Mu Cenlin happened to catch a glimpse of Li Bao'er eating pastries with great interest, and a thought suddenly occurred to him.
Just as Li Yu's vicious palm strike was about to land, Mu Cenlin was a beat too slow and had no way to avoid it!
"Ayu! Stop! Don't hurt him!"
The smile on Li Bao'er's face vanished instantly, the osmanthus cake in her hand fell to the ground with a "thud," and she abruptly stood up from her chair.
Startled by her sister's sudden turn of events, Li Yu's palm grazed Mu Cenlin's robes, creating a ripple.
He turned back to look at Li Bao'er in astonishment: "Sister? He... he did it on purpose!"
Taking advantage of this moment, Mu Cenlin took a small step back, raised his hand and gently touched the spot on his chest where the palm strike had hit him. His brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, as if he had really been injured, and he even coughed softly, which was quite fitting for the occasion.
Li Bao'er had no time to eat cakes or watch the show. She rushed to Mu Cenlin's side, grabbed his arm anxiously, and looked him up and down: "How are you? Where are you hurt? Let me see!" Bao'er completely forgot that she was still sulking just now, and didn't even notice whether her brother's slap had actually landed.
Seeing her older sister so nervous and completely controlled by Mu Cenlin, and then looking at Mu Cenlin's weak appearance, Li Yu was so angry that she almost spat out blood!
"Sister! He's faking it! I didn't hit him at all!" Li Yu shouted, jumping up and down.
Mu Cenlin took the opportunity to grasp Li Bao'er's hand, his voice low and gentle, with a hint of pain: "It's nothing, just a little shock, cough cough... It's alright, don't blame Ayu, he didn't do it on purpose."
Li Yu: "???"
I didn't do it on purpose?! I clearly did it on purpose! But I didn't even hit it!
Ughhhhh! Mu Cenlin is such a scheming green tea b*tch!
Seeing that Li Bao'er had completely taken the bait, Mu Cenlin was secretly delighted, but on the surface he pretended to be even weaker. Mu Cenlin swayed, then leaned most of his weight on Li Bao'er, his forehead gently resting on the top of her head. His voice became weak and feeble, filled with deep grievance:
Where are you going? Can you take me with you?
When Li Bao'er looked up, she saw that Mu Cenlin's phoenix eyes were covered with a layer of moisture, just like a large dog that had been abandoned by its owner, looking at her pitifully.
"With you not in the manor, my wound aches, and my chest feels heavy."
The resentment in Mu Cenlin's eyes was so intense that it seemed he would faint on the spot if Li Bao'er dared to utter even a single word of dissent.
"You, don't move! I didn't say I wasn't taking you. I'm just going back to the manor to see my mother and A-Yu. I'll be back in a couple of days."
Bao'er looked at him, who seemed unable to live without her, and felt both heartache and amusement. She said helplessly, "What would it look like if you, the Prince of Jing, followed me back to the Prime Minister's residence? Besides, you still have military affairs to attend to."
"Military affairs are not as important as you." Mu Cenlin immediately interrupted her and rubbed his head against her neck. "Without you, I can't handle official business, I can't eat, and I can't sleep well."
"Take me with you, okay? I promise I won't cause you any trouble. If your mother asks, I'll just say I missed her and went to pay my respects."
Li Bao'er: "..."
001 [Host, wake up! He's just pretending to be weak.]
Bao'er: Can't she tell if he's genuinely weak or just pretending? But he looks so adorable, hehehe.
001 looked shocked: "You figured it out a long time ago! ...Tsk tsk tsk, the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind!"
Li Yu, standing to the side, was dumbfounded, almost dropping her sword. Inwardly, she roared: Shameless! Utterly shameless! Mu Cenlin, you old fox! Could you be any more fake?! Sister, wake up! He's lying to you!
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