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With a laugh, Meng Fuyao turned back and instructed, ”Bring forward my gifts!”
Her guards brought forward a huge basket filled with the gifts that she had accepted over the past few days. When Zhan Beiheng saw the casket, he could not help but laugh. ”General Meng, you've got the guts to accept my gifts in front of my residence!”
Waving her hand, Meng Fuyao said, ”Returning the property to the rightful owner. If I didn't do so, how would you be willing to meet me?”
Both exchanged a laugh, and Zhan Beiheng summoned for tea to be served. ”The world only knows of General Meng's martial arts skills. Little did they know that you were so smart,” he remarked.
Meng Fuyao beamed and responded, ”It's just to entertain you, Your Highness. You have countless capable men under you. How would ordinary tactics grab your attention? I could only think up of such a shocking method, under such helpless circumstances.”
However, Zhan Beiheng narrowed his eyes until they were as thin as the tip of a needle. Without any hint of a smile, he said, ”You're already a favored person of the Emperor, and rumors have it that you'll soon become the General of the Flying Leopard Army. I'm just a laid-back Prince who has nothing to offer you. Why would you spare so much thought to forcefully enter my camp?”
”A true General should have the ambition of conquering the world. Naturally, only I would know who is able to offer me a channel to fulfill such an ambition.” Meng Fuyao gulped down her tea and laughed, and she added, ”Your Highness, you say that you can't offer anything, but I feel that you can offer me much more.”
”What high-sounding remarks!” Zhan Beiheng changed his expression, and he stared at her icily. ”What else can I give you? What is it that you want?”
”Since when do people demand for things without offering any presents first?” Meng Fuyao laughed nonchalantly under his scrutiny. ”It's still too early to tell you what I want. I'm not that thick-skinned to state my requests without accomplishing something for you. How about this, I will show you my sincerity.”
Leaning forward, she stopped by his ear and smiled.
”Your days are numbered!”
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”You guys didn't see how he looked like then,” Meng Fuyao illustrated dramatically, ”It was as though a prick suddenly appeared under his bum, and he almost jumped and hit my chin.”
All along, when Meng Fuyao spoke, Zong Yue would always eat his meal on the side. This time round, he casually sipped on his tea and without looking up, he commented, ”Meng Fuyao, can you for goodness' sake be more focused when you bite on bones? If your teeth broke, there's no way that I'd be able to install a fake one for the second time.”
Grumpily, Meng Fuyao stared at him and said, ”Mongolian doctor, can you for goodness' sake not rub salt on one's wound?”
”Your entire body is filled with wounds anyway. It doesn't matter which one I rub salt into.” Suddenly, Zong Yue placed his teacup on the table and asked, ”The treasure from Moon Soul that was soaked in snow lotus - where did you move it to?”
Meng Fuyao was momentarily stunned. Then, she recalled that it seemed to have been taken away by Zhangsun Wuji. As to where he shifted it to, she never bothered to ask, since she never cared much about such treasures and Zhangsun Wuji wanted to take it.
Instinctively, she wanted to look towards Zhangsun Wuji, but she stopped herself. Speaking to herself, she said, ”Oh, about that. I was scared that rats would eat it, so I shifted it somewhere else.”
”There's only one rat here.” Zong Yue smirked.
A certain Lord rolled his eyes. 'I'm not a rat, how many times do I have to repeat that?'
”I took it.” Naturally, it was Zhangsun Wuji who spoke. With a calm composure, he added, ”I took it to study its medicinal effects.”
”Study its medicinal effects?”Zong Yue immediately turned around and sniggered. ”Wuji's Crown Prince is multi-talented, but I never knew that he was also the best in the world in leechcraft.”
”You're the best physician, of course,” replied Zhangsun Wuji and showed no signs of anger. ”But being the best in healing others doesn't mean that you're the best in using medicine.”
”What do you mean?” Zong Yue straightened his back, and his face was ashen. The usual peaceful and clear demeanor suddenly changed, and his eyes turned as dark as the foggy night sky. ”You're telling me that I used the medicine wrongly, and I'm harming Fuyao?”
Zhangsun Wuji remained silent and continued drinking tea.
At this point, Meng Fuyao was dumbfounded. 'What did Zhangsun Wuji mean? Why would he say that Zong Yue used the medicine wrongly?' Over the past two years, she had been injured countless times, and Zong Yue had healed her every time. Some injuries were so serious that any other person's inner energy would have suffered a great blow, but under Zong Yue, her martial arts foundations were never harmed, and his treatments even strengthened her inner energy. Her ”Cleaving Nine Heavens” technique improved at the speed of lightning, and even Gale's and Moon Soul's inner energy were successfully incorporated into her own. If there was anything wrong, would she not have already died thousands of times?
Worriedly, she looked at Zong Yue - he appeared calm, but he was actually very prideful. He had long reigned in the realm of leechcraft and was universally respected for his skills. Zhangsun Wuji's accusation could be counted as a direct and personal attack, and the seriousness of this matter was no less than a mighty and eight-feet tall man not being able to go through sexual intercourse.
”Hey, stop talking…” she tugged on Zhangsun Wuji's sleeves and whispered, ”Erm, let's go sleep…”