Ling Xiang: "Your Majesty, are you sure you can handle this?"
Xuanyuan Qi said indifferently: "It's okay, just submit one."
Ling Xiang was surprised and asked, "Isn't it three times?"
"I changed my mind. I'll hand it in again."
Ling Xiang was speechless: "Then the prince still needs my help?"
Xuanyuan Qi gave a provocative smile and said, "I'll just hand in the one you wrote this time. If the teacher punishes me next time, won't it save me the trouble?"
"The prince is really calculating!" Ling Xiang clenched his fist: What should I do if I really want to beat him up?
"Let's go eat!" Xuanyuan Qi left the school before Ling Xiang got angry.
Ling Xiang unclenched his fists and tried to mentally prepare himself.
Anyway, she didn't suffer any loss. She not only learned the art of controlling objects, but also learned how to control distractions and memorized the "Strategy of Governing a Country"...
Ling Xiang accompanied the princess to finish lunch. She needed to change into riding clothes for the afternoon riding class. She originally planned to go out and buy a set of riding clothes. It happened that the clothing store at home had some. But Xuanyuan Qi took out a set of riding clothes for her like a magic trick:
"This is to thank you for helping me copy the book today."
Ling Xiang didn't want to accept it, but when she thought about how hard she had worked today, she decided to take it for nothing. She took the riding clothes and left with Xiaoyu and Mu Heng.
Where to change clothes is really a problem.
Since Mu Heng could ride a horse anyway and he didn't need to stay here to study in the afternoon, Ling Xiang told Mu Heng to buy a carriage, and specifically told him to buy one with a large space and comfort - the kind that could change clothes.
But this time, she could only go to the Red Maple Courtyard prepared for her by the eldest princess to change clothes.
She didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but when she walked into the Red Maple Courtyard, she felt uncomfortable, as if she would become the heroine of a tragic novel.
Xiaoyu was guarding the door for her. She quickly changed her clothes and went out. As soon as she reached the gate of the courtyard, she met Nangong Yu.
Ling Xiang: ...
As expected, this yard is ominous...
"Greetings, His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin." Ling Xiang bowed and planned to slip away.
"Class will start soon, come sit in my yard." Nangong Yu said in a commanding tone and went straight to his yard next door.
Ling Xiang really didn't want to go, but Chen Long was right next to her, so she had no choice but to go.
There was no other way, she could only bite the bullet and walk into Nangong Yu's yard.
The room was very empty, with only some tables and chairs placed at the main seat and on both sides. I guess it was a reception room.
Ling Xiang stood in the middle, trying hard to look uneasy.
Chen Long brought his men and brought a jar with an expressionless face. He put a saw-scaled viper into it in front of Ling Xiang.
Ling Xiang blinked, guessed what Nangong Yu was going to do, quickly thought of a countermeasure, and watched their performance quietly.
Nangong Yu took out the remaining medicine powder that Ling Xiang had used last time, poured it in, and put his hand in.
No bites.
Nangong Yu glanced at the snake tank, walked towards Ling Xiang, grabbed her hand, and put them both into the snake tank.
He watched her reaction carefully.
She frowned slightly, a little resisting, but did not struggle, allowing Nangong Yu to grab her hand and touch the snake.
The saw-scaled viper didn't bite them.
There was no change in expression on either of their faces.
Nangong Yu loosened his hand and took it out first.
Ling Xiang also took out her hand immediately.
"Miss Ling, what's your explanation?" he asked.
Ling Xiang pointed to her face and said, "I've been poisoned, and it was a severe poison. The medicinal properties left in my body from the previous medication have long been washed away by the poison."
Nangong Yu looked at her coldly for a while, unable to tell whether she was serious or not, and turned around to sit in the main seat.
Ling Xiang stood in the middle, staring at Chen Long as he directed people to move the snake tank away.
In fact, there is no such thing as drug conflict. The powder can make the saw-scaled viper temporarily lose its five senses, so no matter who touches it, it will not react at all.
During the trial that day, it was revealed that the saw-scaled viper jumped up and bit people because of Ling Xiang's innate ability - the ability to communicate with animals and temporarily control them.
If you touch her, you will be bitten. It's just a cover. The main purpose is psychological warfare. Whoever dares not touch her has something to hide.
"Sit down." Nangong Yu said expressionlessly.
"Oh." Ling Xiang randomly picked the nearest seat and sat down. She took out a handkerchief to wipe her hands, especially the places that Nangong Yu had touched, and wiped them once more.
Nangong Yu stared at her without saying a word, which made people feel creepy.
This is a real test of one's psychological endurance.
Ling Xiang lowered her eyes. Since he didn't speak, she would never speak either. She would remain silent until the end and see who would get anxious first!
After a while, Nangong Yu spoke: "It's not your first time in my courtyard, why are you so restrained?"
Ling Xiang was puzzled and looked up at Nangong Yu: "I have never been to the prince's courtyard before..."
Nangong Yu shot his sharp eyes at her, as if they could penetrate her soul: "Ms. Ling, say 'what are you looking at' in the harshest tone!"
Ling Xiang's heart skipped a beat: Did Nangong Yu find out that she was the one who threw him into the lake?
It shouldn't be!
Her face was even more confused: "Why?"
Chen Long glanced at her and said, "Just do as the prince says!"
Ling Xiang didn't understand why, but she still did as she was told: "Then - what are you looking at?"
Nangong Yu narrowed his eyes, his face became even colder, the kind that could freeze someone to death:
"Miss Ling was quite ruthless when she confronted Ling Chengfu. Why is it that now that she's here with me, she can't even utter a single harsh word?"
Ling Xiang looked up, as if provoked, cleared her throat, and shouted, "What are you looking at!"
Nangong Yu frowned.
This sound doesn't sound like it, not at all.
Obviously, this result was not what he expected.
But this result was within Ling Xiang's expectations.
On the day of the flower viewing banquet, to be on the safe side, she used beautiful voice. Unless she wanted, no one could tell that it was her voice.
Nangong Yu stared at Ling Xiang, seemingly unwilling to accept this result.
At this time, Xuanyuan Qi's voice came from outside: "Cousin, class is about to start!"
Ling Xiang asked cautiously, "Prince, can I leave now?"
Nangong Yu glanced at her outfit, said "hmm" casually, and stood up and went into the inner room.
Ling Xiang pretended to be calm and left slowly. As soon as he left the room, he immediately quickened his pace and patted his chest, looking as if he couldn't bear it.
Chen Long looked at the girl who was obviously very scared but pretending to be calm, smiled silently, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
After leaving the yard and seeing Xuanyuan Qi sitting on the tree, Ling Xiang returned to normal and silently expressed her gratitude to Xuanyuan Qi.
Xuanyuan Qi held a piece of grass in his mouth, flicked the dragon whiskers on his face, motioned her to go first, and cleared his throat: "Cousin, don't you have classes this afternoon?"
Not long after, Nangong Yu changed into riding clothes and walked out expressionlessly. Without even looking at Xuanyuan Qi, he walked straight towards the horse farm.
Xuanyuan Qi jumped down from the tree, moved closer, and stood shoulder to shoulder with Nangong Yu: "I say, cousin, you can't find the results you want, so you come here to embarrass a victim, right?"
Nangong Yu didn't come to class today because he was indeed investigating a case.
He interrogated Zhang Qian and the maid who silenced her separately.
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