Chapter 157 Can't Say Three Sentences
"Why?" Qing Yi frowned, his tone revealing dissatisfaction.
"What is his identity? What is your identity? Isn't it clear?" The King of the Northwest said coldly.
"You're saying that again! If you're brave enough, go tell my master!" Qing Yi was unafraid and directly brought up his own master. In his opinion, the King of the Northwest was looking down on the Demon Cult with his words. So what if he was the Prince of Great Chu? He wouldn't buy it.
"You!" Qing Yi's words angered the King of the Northwest. In Xibeiwang City, who would dare to speak to him like that? The King of the Northwest's face was gloomy, with anger in his eyes.
"King of the Northwest, I don't want to make Xiaoye embarrassed, so I don't bother with you. Don't think I'm really afraid of you!" Qing Yi was also unhappy. He didn't know why, but he intuitively didn't like this King of the Northwest. He wanted to have a good chat with the King of the Northwest, but he couldn't bear it after just three sentences.
"You little brat, you are so bold!" The King of the Northwest had a hot temper, so he wanted to teach this ignorant little brat a lesson.
Seeing this, Qing Yi took a step back and threatened, "King of the Northwest, if you dare to touch me, believe it or not, your son will definitely come after you tomorrow!"
"..." Upon hearing this, the King of the Northwest was so angry that he trembled all over. He used his internal energy to vent his anger, but in the end he slowly put down his hand and cursed with gritted teeth: "Get out!"
Seeing the King of the Northwest's face darken with anger, Qing Yi retracted his thoughts of attacking him, secretly smug in his heart: Humph, I won't fight you! This hero can piss you off to death with his anger!
He suddenly felt happy and quickly left the garden.
The King of the Northwest sat back on the stone bench in the pavilion. It took a long time for his anger to subside. Ever since he met Qing Yi three years ago, he instinctively disliked him. He hated Qing Yi, but he couldn't say what exactly he hated about him.
Even though this kid has a perverse personality and is thick-skinned, it is not enough reason for the Prince of Chu, who has seen countless people, to dislike him. But why?
The King of the Northwest was not clear, and he even felt that the disgust was not just caused by the relationship between Qingyu and Qingyi.
He sat there quietly, his eyes somewhat empty, his thoughts drifting far away, recalling every little detail of the past. Unconsciously, his eyes were slightly red...
Qing Yi didn't bother Ye Qingyu. He went straight back to his room. He had to think carefully about how to resolve this matter. Although Xiao Ye had clearly stated that she didn't want him to get involved, seeing the Northwest King's tough attitude, Qing Yi knew that if the matter continued to stalemate, Xiao Ye would be the one in trouble.
Identity? Identity! Qing Yi truly wished Ye Qingyu were just an ordinary jianghu person. If so, perhaps there wouldn't be so many troubles and obstacles standing in their way. This trip to the capital had allowed him to truly witness the complexities hidden behind the identity of the young prince of the northwest. That noble status was like a magnificent cage, seemingly unlimited in glory, but in reality, it tightly bound Xiao Ye's freedom.
The next day, Ye Qingyu went to see the King of Northwest, but the housekeeper informed him that the King had left the palace early in the morning. This continued for three days. Ye Qingyu didn't see his father, and gradually he realized that his father was avoiding him.
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"Your Highness, we have been out for three days in a row." Mu Xin looked helpless and couldn't help but speak.
In the past few days, in order to avoid the little prince, the prince went out at dawn every day and did not return until late at night. As soon as he came back, he went into the back house without even saying goodbye.
What made Mu Xin even more frustrated was that the prince didn't bring anyone with him and just dragged him out to drink alone. But he didn't like drinking at all, not to mention that he had a lot of urgent matters to deal with.
"Hmm." The King of the Northwest picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. Perhaps he had drunk a lot of wine, his eyes were a little blurry at the moment, and his spirit seemed listless.
"Your Highness, it is not a solution for you to not see the young prince like this." Mu Xin advised.
"Then what can I do?" The King of the Northwest turned his head slightly and looked at Mu Xin, his eyes full of confusion and boredom.
"Your Highness, the young prince has been well-behaved and sensible since he was young, and he acts calmly, but haven't you noticed? Ever since he got together with that Qing Yi, he has completely changed." Mu Xin chose his words carefully. It was really not easy to get involved in such family affairs.
"Changed? What has changed? I think his temper is getting worse and worse, and he is becoming more and more disobedient!" The King of the Northwest frowned, as if he was thinking seriously about Mu Xin's words.
"I think..." Mu Xin was about to continue persuading his own prince.
Just then, his eyes stumbled upon the stairs, where a thin, old man in a gray gown slowly walked up to the restaurant. Why did he look so familiar? Mu Xin was startled, then realized, wasn't this Li Qingting? He was considered the foremost doctor in the martial arts world, yet his eccentric behavior earned him the nickname "divine charlatan."
The King of the Northwest and Mu Xin were both strikingly dressed, standing out from the crowd. Li Qingting, with his sharp eyes, spotted them immediately. Apparently, Li Qingting had a good memory. Seeing the King of the Northwest's gloomy expression and glimpsing the ruthless pretty boy Mu Xin beside him, he was instantly frightened and turned around, attempting to quietly leave.
Mu Xin found Li Qingting's panicked expression amusing, thinking to herself, "Hasn't this charlatan been afraid to come to Xibei Wangcheng because of his master's orders? Why is he suddenly here again? The prince is really unhappy at the moment, and it's really hard for him to bear this sullenness alone. Why not bring someone along to keep him company?"
Mu Xin then flashed to Li Qingting's side, reached out and grabbed his arm, and said with a smile, "Hey, isn't this Divine Doctor Li? It's been years since we last met. Come and sit down. Here's some good wine!"
Li Qingting couldn't break free from Mu Xin's restraints. He waved his hands and said anxiously, "You recognized the wrong person. My last name is Wang, and I'm Wang Daniu."
"Hahaha, it turns out to be Wang Daniu. Your Highness, do you know this Wang Daniu?" Mu Xin said as he pressed Li Qingting tightly onto the seat next to him.
The King of the Northwest on the opposite side was already a little drunk. When he saw Mu Xin bringing someone, he still mentioned Wang Daniu.
"Who is Wang Daniu?" He looked up at the shriveled old man in front of him. Well, he did look familiar, but he just couldn't remember who this Wang Daniu was?
"Well, you guys eat, I have something to do, so I'm leaving first!" Li Qingting was scared to death. The Northwest King opposite him was irritable, and Mu Xin next to him was cruel and ruthless. He complained inwardly: What bad luck, what bad luck. I came to Northwest Wangcheng secretly, intending to steal some rare medicinal materials from the medicine valley left by my master. How come I ran into these two ferocious monsters just after entering the city?
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