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Chapter 11 - No Culture for Mute

Chu Yi Chen's expression became a lot more relaxed: ”How did you come up with that idea?”

Zhuo Qingyan shook her head: ”You won't agree anyways, it's no use asking.”

”How do you know that This King does not agree?” Chu Yi Chen said again.

”First of all, you are a prince, your position is high …”

”He is now a useless king, without authority or authority …”

”Then you still have your status. If you aren't valued by others, aren't you sad?”

”The bad times have passed. It is already bad enough to hand over the army of three hundred thousand men.”

”Forget about it. The things that you've plotted and the things that I've plotted are two different things. They haven't intersected.”

”If you don't want to tell me, how will you know?”

Zhuo Qingyan let out a long breath and nodded: ”Okay, I'll say it, but first, don't get angry, don't go crazy, don't smash things, don't hit me …”

”...” ”Line...” Chu Yi Chen forced a smile and nodded.

After Zhuo Qingyan finished listening, she still uncertainly moved backwards a bit and sat a bit further away from him. At least, it was a distance away from where he reached out his hand to grab her.

Seeing her like this, the corners of Chu Yi Chen's mouth rose in a pretty smile.

”Actually, the request I made was very simple: I just wanted to live in peace. Although the current me has recovered, I don't think about many things, and am still in the library. Some things cannot be revealed, and every single one of them is in danger. Zhuo Qingyan stared fixedly at him, afraid that he would suddenly attack.

”Yes.” Chu Yi Chen softly replied.

”Moreover, there can't be no women in this mansion, right? ”I don't want to cause trouble, so please warn those people and don't provoke me. I do things impulsively and accidentally hurt them. It's not good for anyone …” Zhuo Qingyan said again.

”Right now, in the manor, other than you, there are only a few female servants. There are no other women.” Chu Yi Chen really wanted to laugh out loud. He almost couldn't break it.

”That … and …” ”It should be gone …” Zhuo Qingyan suddenly did not know what to say and slightly pouted her lips.

Chu Yi Chen stared at her, and smiled again, but immediately retracted it: ”Do you really not have any other plans?”

”What plan?” Zhuo Qingyan raised her eyebrows and looked at him.

”I really don't want to know who your mother is.” Chu Yi Chen asked.

Zhuo Qingyan shook her head and then nodded: ”I want to know, and I don't want to know either. There are some things that should be done naturally, if you ask too much, you won't get a good result, right?”

Chu Yi Chen sincerely smiled and nodded: ”You really are like her!”

A look of understanding flashed past Zhuo Qingyan's eyes, then she reached out to grab her wine cup and gulped it down. ”As expected, Prince Ling knows my mother.”

”You know?” Chu Yi Chen couldn't help but be shocked, frowning as he stared at him from behind the mask.

”Isn't that a good proof? At the very least, I still recognize her handwriting. She has a sharpness in her elegance, especially when she puts away her brush. She would even turn around like a unsheathed sword. Am I right? Your Highness? ” Zhuo Qingyan looked at him with a wry smile.

Chu Yi Chen first looked at the words in the bedchamber in alarm, then let out a long breath: ”Yes, this king knew your mother long ago.”