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Meng Fuyao bowed. Before the Eleventh Prince could respond, she said in a very polite tone, ”I would like to request for a favor. The punishment does not have to be too severe, and you can just do it as a gesture of goodwill. Additionally, all the damages including the whip on my horse, the broken swords of my guards, the pain we had to go through from traveling such a long distance, and the minor injury that I suffered after being robbed by you…” At that, she carefully found a small split in her fingernail, although that was actually a result of her biting her nails since she felt that her fingernails were too long. She showed that split to the Eleventh Prince and the other officials. ”It's really painful. Just give us some appropriate compensation.”
The officials looked towards the Twelfth Prince and his guards, who were covered with blood, had their pants off and were beaten up very badly. Then, they looked at the guards of Dahan, who were sitting comfortably on their horses, smirking and hugging the knives which were broken because the guards used them to slash at their own people. After that, they looked at the noble King of Han, who had stopped her horse in front of the city and brazenly displayed that ”very painful injury” on her fingernail, even though it was almost unnoticeable. All of them covered their faces with their palms.
They had seen shameless people, but not anyone so shameless…
At this point, the victim was being accused as the robber, while the offenders still wanted compensation. They pitied the Twelfth Prince, who was being bound by the phrase ”A Prince who violates the law must be punished like any other ordinary person,” and had to suffer from some form of punishment.
”I will definitely give you an explanation.” The Eleventh Prince spoke through gritted teeth, and he looked back and ordered, ”Twelfth, scram back to the city right now! You're grounded for two months and do some reflection in there!”
”Brother!” The Twelfth Prince felt so wronged that he choked with sobs.
”Go!”
”You!” The Twelfth Prince stomped his feet and gave a vicious stare at Meng Fuyao. He took another accused look at the Eleventh Prince, wore his pants and dashed out of the ruckus, causing a few officials to cry out in shock as they banged against each other.
Meng Fuyao smiled and casually admired her fingernails. At the wave of her hand, Ji Yu and the others dismounted and brought a large box forward.
The box was extremely big, and its contents seemed to be of similar size. When the guards brought it forward, there was even the sound of objects banging against each other. The Xuanji officials stared at the box and tried to guess what kind of gift King Meng would give, given that she was a noble of three nations, and also known to be as wealthy as a nation.
”Eleventh Prince has such good manners, so I should give you something in return as well.” Meng Fuyao grinned. ”It is merely a small gift, and I hope you will accept it.”
At that moment, the expression of the Eleventh Prince softened. He smiled. ”This sincere gift overwhelms me.”
To show his strong regard for the gift, he personally opened it in front of everyone. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please clickfor visiting.
When the cover was lifted, a slightly pungent and rancid odor, strangely mixed with the smell of cement, immediately wafted out.
Instantly, the Eleventh Prince's expression changed. Beside him, one of the officials swayed and collapsed to the floor. Then, someone behind hurriedly came forward to hold the official, but that person unexpectedly took a look at the contents. In that split second, strength drained from his hands. He dashed outwards, and a few moments later, everyone could hear the sound of vomiting coming from the corner of the house.
Ping!
The unlucky official whom no one steadied, fell on the floor and knocked his head against the ground…
Amongst the sound of vomiting, Meng Fuyao beamed.
”I have heard that the Eleventh Prince was heeding the head of Xuanji's orders to patrol the northern borders, and was responsible for clearing the rebellious forces there. Coincidentally, I met a bunch of them on my way, and they were robbing people who passed by and bringing disaster upon the residents there. Hence, I settled them, and a thought struck my mind. What other gift could be more practical for you?”
She smiled and waved her hand past the ten-odd heads in the big box. In a warm tone, she added, ”They are preserved well, and their appearance can still be distinguished. I heard that amongst them, there are even the heads of the rebellious forces. I think that you will definitely recognize them.”
The Eleventh Prince pressed his hand on the rim of the box and gazed intently at these heads, which were very carefully preserved with cement, such that the expressions of shock and fear before they died were still captured. The gleam in those wide eyes had vanished, but they seemed to depict to him the sudden massacre that night, as well as the evil intentions of the ”gifter”… His fingers slightly trembled, but he regained his composure very quickly. Moments later, he gently laid down the lid.
A click sounded when the lid was laid down, and it caused the Xuanji officials to slightly jump in fear.
By then, the Eleventh Prince had already regained his amicable and graceful aura. He smiled and responded, ”Yes, I do recognize them. One of them is among the heads of the Eternal Sky Clan, and I placed a bounty on his head. He is extremely cunning and has repeatedly escaped the arrests. Many thanks to you, King of Han, for abdicating the villains for the better good of our citizens.” He bowed after he spoke.
”You're welcome.” Meng Fuyao returned the bow and looked up. Their eyes met, and both smiled.
That night, the Eleventh Prince, Feng Jingrui, set a welcome feast for Zhangsun Wuji and Meng Fuyao, and the location was set at the best restaurant in the vicinity. Zhangsun Wuji had always been composed and cold in his mannerisms, and other than exhibiting his passionate feelings towards Meng Fuyao, he was always polite but distant to other people. On the other hand, Meng Fuyao remained the character that could not wait to stir up commotion wherever she went. During the feast, she was the only one who continuously chatted charismatically and analyzed the current political situation. However, the other officials sat as still as wooden sticks. The aftershock of being played by King Meng still remained, and no one had the appetite to eat.
When a plate of Crysta Lion's Head, also known as pork meatballs, was presented, Feng Jingrui introduced the dish. ”This is specially prepared by our famous chef in Xuanji, and it is known for its excellent flavor and aroma. Your Highnesses the Crown Prince and King of Han, please…”
Meng Fuyao raised her chopsticks excitedly, and the other officials quickly followed suit. She leaned forward, and she smiled as she praised the dish. ”What a beautiful and crimson red head!” The officials hurriedly threw away their chopsticks as their faces turned ghastly-white.
It was followed by a plate of Seven Treasures and Winter Melon Soup. The hungry officials had just raised their chopsticks again, when Meng Fuyao started praising, ”I peeped after opening the lid, and the insides are so red and white!”
All the officials disposed their chopsticks in unison and started making gestures of suffocated vomiting.
Then, a deskinned roasted chicken was presented, and it smelled very fragrant. As the officials continued to raise their chopsticks, Meng Fuyao took the chicken in her hands and shook it. As the skin fell, she praised even more aggressively, ”Sigh, it fell so nicely! Looking at this skin, it is as white as cement!”