95 Confrontation (2/2)

The meaning of this was akin to saying, ”Great, making it clear that you're Tiansha and I'm Wuji, and that we're completely different. Then there's no need to argue about who's the guest…”

”I bought this courtyard,” Zhan Beiye pointed out smilingly, ”while it's unrefined, the scenery is considerably impressive. Your presence here today definitely brings light to my humble abode.”

Meng Fuyao glared at him. 'You bought it? Lying through your teeth… I bought it.'

”Oh, yeah?” Zhangsun Wuji returned the smile. ”It's great indeed, but since the prince is here in Wuji as a guest, you're my distinguished guest. How can I let you pay for the house? It's unacceptable of me. How about this? Pass the deed to me, and I'll get someone to seek out the house owner and pay double for it. Take it as a little gift.”

Meng Fuyao held onto her tummy as she was about to burst out laughing. 'You're throwing rocks at your own feet, Zhan Beiye. The deed is with me.'

Zhan Beiye questioned with an unfazed expression, ”Are you hinting to me that Tiansha Nation is weak and that I can't even afford this house, Your Highness?”

Zhangsun Wuji also responded with an unfazed expression, ”Are you then hinting to me that Wuji Nation is poor, and can't even afford a meager gift to your nation, dear prince?”

Meng Fuyao stood in between them both, quickly feeling puffs of invisible smoke rising. She hurriedly raised a palm and intervened. ”Stop, stop. He bought this house but transferred the deed to me. Since this is the case, hand me the silver. Double. Thanks.”

Zhangsun Wuji let out a faint smile and replied gently, ”Since that's the case, you'll get it naturally.” He pulled her and gave Zhan Beiye a polite bow. ”Thank you for saving her life.” He then gave Zong Yue a simple nod, adding, ”And thank you for protecting her.”

Zong Yue spoke in a voice even calmer than Zhangsun Wuji's. ”Fuyao and I aren't strangers, so there's no need to thank me. In fact, I brought her to Wuji, so I'm responsible for her.” He smiled warmly at Meng Fuyao, causing her to shudder. ”Even if it's not for our friendship, Your Highness, I can't possibly stand by and watch her suffer when she's holding onto a personal belonging of mine.”

Meng Fuyao was speechless…

'How ruthless of him… quiet but fatal when attacking.'

Zong Yue had found out a long time ago that Meng Fuyao had his belt but chose to keep quiet, only using it at a purposeful moment.

Meng Fuyao kept her eyes on Zong Yue, no longer daring to look at the other two men. 'Aish, they are all ruthless people. I mustn't have dealings with any of them in future or I might just die unknowingly one fine day.'

As Meng Fuyao whined inwardly, Zong Yue was already approaching and grabbing onto her hand. ”Time for treatment. I've invented a new medication so you can try it.”

No one who cared about her would ignore the physician's words, and the two men weren't exceptions. Zhan Beiye threw Zhangsun Wuji a glare without entering the door while the latter simply raised his brows and smiled as Zong Yue led Meng Fuyao away.

Meng Fuyao couldn't break out of Zong Yue's grip. It was actually his first time touching her. 'Whatever happened to his clean-freak nature?' She hoped for a relapse and for him to then cast her aside in contempt. That way, she would also be free from the unreadable gazes of the two men behind.

Aish, no one had expected Zong Yue to emerge champion from this three-way battle. Meng Fuyao pursed her lips, thinking about how great it was to be a physician. 'Health is always a priority that no one can argue against.'

The moment they settled in the inner room, War God Zhan started firing cannons again.

Glancing over at Zhangsun Wuji he asked, ”I heard that Your Highness had led the big eastern troop to battle Yang Mi. Strange, isn't the eastern war still ongoing? How did the troop reach inland? Or the so-called mischief by Gaoluo was simply a screen you created to dupe King De into treason?”

Meng Fuyao's heart thumped loudly. That was her suspicion as well. Zhangsun Wuji had left hurriedly due to Gaoluo's mischief, but from then till the time she attempted suicide, there had been no news of Gaoluo being suppressed. King De, who was supposed to be in the eastern line had instead appeared inland. All those details made it hard not to point Zhangsun Wuji out as the orchestrator of ”Gaoluo's Mischief”. The war between two lines, causing King De to take opportunistic action… was it all Zhangsun Wuji's plot?

Zhangsun Wuji lifted his teacup and gave its content a little blow. ”Where have you heard it? That the war is still ongoing?”

Zhan Beiye was stunned for a moment. It was true that he hadn't heard that the war was over, but it was also true that he hadn't heard that it wasn't over. After some thought, he smiled. ”True, whether there had been a war and whether it is truly over or not is all up to you. I just pity those who were kept in the dark and those who had almost lost their lives.”

Zhangsun Wuji placed his tea down and laughed. ”The prince is known to be righteous and straightforward, but you've surprised me today.”

”Are you saying that I'm beating around the bush?” Zhan Beiye asked, sitting upright. ”I actually think you're better at this than I am, but since you feel otherwise, I'll show you what being direct is. What I meant was: Look at her. Look at Fuyao, Zhangsun Wuji. What has she become?!”

Suddenly agitated, he threw the cup in his hand toward the window, causing it to shatter and the tea to spill everywhere.

”I have no time to argue with you, Zhangsun Wuji! Let me ask you this: Since you're unwilling to let her go, you have to take on a man's responsibility! What has she gone through? She would've ceased to exist if I had been just a second late. Where were you then? It's fine you borrowed my troop since it was for Fuyao anyway, but who are you to judge that it is enough for a happy ending? Is it alright to just run off and leave her to face everything alone?”