Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios
âIâve done wrong too, Fuyao,â Meng Fuyao heard Zhangsun Wuji say in a low voice.
âHmm?â
âI did not think that he would make a move on me, and at the expense of Yaocheng at that. Itâs my fault that you almost ended your own life.â His voice sounded rather bitter, and Meng Fuyao wondered why.
âWhy wouldnât he expect King Deâs motive? Hadnât they been aggressively fighting over the throne? No one could go easy on his opponent, and for someone so wise, how could Zhangsun Wuji not see that coming? Why, why, whyâŠ?â
Doubts circled in her mind, and she struggled to break free but to no avail. Nights of insomnia and exhaustion finally took a toll on her upon Zhangsun Wujiâs return. Her endlessly binding train of thought soon set its weight on her eyelids.
Just like that, she plunged into a deep sleep, but not before processing Zhangsun Wujiâs last drifting sentence, âThe torment youâve been feeling during this period has also been my punishment, Fuyao.â
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A faint yellow glimmer of warm light shone down as Meng Fuyao heard someone else speaking in a low voice, â⊠should we wake her up for some food?â
â⊠let her sleep moreâŠâ
Meng Fuyao opened her eyes and gradually gained full awareness of her surroundings.
Meng Fuyao laid motionless, a smile blossoming on her face. âThe baddie hasnât died because of me. He has returned.â
Before the table, someone turned around with a rolled document in his hand. With a beautiful smile on his face, he asked, âSlept your fill?â
Meng Fuyao sat up, looking at the yellow tinted window paper. âHow long have I slept for? Why is it still morning?â
âItâs the next morning already,â Zhangsun Wuji answered, blowing out the candles and opening the windows. A fresh breeze blew in and onto his robe and hair, causing it to flutter.
âIâve slept for a whole day and night?â Meng Fuyao exclaimed while looking at Zhangsun Wujiâs back view. Noticing that his robe seemed to have gotten looser, she asked, âYou havenât slept?â
âI wanted to see if youâd grind your teeth, or sleep talk, or even drool while you sleep.â
âI sleep-punch people, thatâs a fact.â Meng Fuyao smiled, letting her eyes cruise over his body again. Events-wise, he had rushed out from the coastal camp and back, mustered troops, met the enemy, and surrounded King De. Timewise, all of those happened within a relatively short period of time. King Deâs fall had occurred only one or two days back, and Zhangsun Wuji had already appeared. He must have thrown everything aside immediately after that to rush over to her side. He hadnât had a good rest, had he?
Meng Fuyao sprang up and ran over to him before pushing him onto her bed. âGo sleep and donât wake up until I tell you to.â
âItâs not time to enjoy your bed yet,â he stood firmly on the ground as two men approached from the courtyard, âI have to receive these noble guests.â
The ânoble guestsâ, of course, referred to Zhan Beiye and Zong Yue.
Seeing them come forward Meng Fuyao felt her head exploding as if she had seen lightning flashes in the sky. The friction was overwhelming, and it shot recklessly across the sky like fireballs.
If two were explosive storehouses, what would three be? Europeâs gunpowder barrel?
Since ancient times, kings never met one another. What could the outcome of the two kingsâ encounter be? A king destroying a king? A king eating a king? A king slaughtering a king?
Meng Fuyao did the calculations in her head. âNo way, theyâre both important political figures after all, and their self-restraint, etiquette, facade, pleasantries and what not should have already been perfected. Resorting to violence due to verbal conflict was something that happened in the marketplace and not between men like Zhangsun Wuji, Zong Yue and Zhan Beiye.â
âExcuse me for not going out to receive you, noble guests.â Before Meng Fuyao could complete her thoughts Zhan Beiyeâs laughter filled the vicinity. At the same time, while taking forthright strides over to the room, he smiled at Zhangsun Wuji. âHello, Your Highness. The military affair must be coming along great, am I right? How could you have arrived so leisurely amid all that, otherwise? Shouldnât you be relentless pursuing the rebellious army in Mianzhou?â
âD*mn. Both are trying to turn the other into the noble guestâŠâ
âHowâs our noble prince doing?â Zhangsun Wuji smiled. âGetting used to living life in Tiansha? The weather is warm and moist in Wuji, unlike in Tiansha Geya where itâs dry and refreshing. It must have been hard on you, Prince. As for the front military situation, itâs Wujiâs internal affair, but thank you for your kind concern.â
The meaning of this was akin to saying, âGreat, making it clear that youâre Tiansha and Iâm Wuji, and that weâre completely different. Then thereâs no need to argue about whoâs the guestâŠâ
âI bought this courtyard,â Zhan Beiye pointed out smilingly, âwhile itâs unrefined, the scenery is considerably impressive. Your presence here today definitely brings light to my humble abode.â
Meng Fuyao glared at him. âYou bought it? Lying through your teeth⊠I bought it.â
âOh, yeah?â Zhangsun Wuji returned the smile. âItâs great indeed, but since the prince is here in Wuji as a guest, youâre my distinguished guest. How can I let you pay for the house? Itâs unacceptable of me. How about this? Pass the deed to me, and Iâll get someone to seek out the house owner and pay double for it. Take it as a little gift.â
Meng Fuyao held onto her tummy as she was about to burst out laughing. âYouâre throwing rocks at your own feet, Zhan Beiye. The deed is with me.â
Zhan Beiye questioned with an unfazed expression, âAre you hinting to me that Tiansha Nation is weak and that I canât even afford this house, Your Highness?â
Zhangsun Wuji also responded with an unfazed expression, âAre you then hinting to me that Wuji Nation is poor, and canât even afford a meager gift to your nation, dear prince?â
Meng Fuyao stood in between them both, quickly feeling puffs of invisible smoke rising. She hurriedly raised a palm and intervened. âStop, stop. He bought this house but transferred the deed to me. Since this is the case, hand me the silver. Double. Thanks.â
Zhangsun Wuji let out a faint smile and replied gently, âSince thatâs the case, youâll get it naturally.â He pulled her and gave Zhan Beiye a polite bow. âThank you for saving her life.â He then gave Zong Yue a simple nod, adding, âAnd thank you for protecting her.â
Zong Yue spoke in a voice even calmer than Zhangsun Wujiâs. âFuyao and I arenât strangers, so thereâs no need to thank me. In fact, I brought her to Wuji, so Iâm responsible for her.â He smiled warmly at Meng Fuyao, causing her to shudder. âEven if itâs not for our friendship, Your Highness, I canât possibly stand by and watch her suffer when sheâs holding onto a personal belonging of mine.â
Meng Fuyao was speechlessâŠ
âHow ruthless of him⊠quiet but fatal when attacking.â
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. âAish, they are all ruthless people. I mustnât have dealings with any of them in future or I might just die unknowingly one fine day.â
As Meng Fuyao whined inwardly, Zong Yue was already approaching and grabbing onto her hand. âTime for treatment. Iâve invented a new medication so you can try it.â
No one who cared about her would ignore the physicianâs words, and the two men werenât 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 couldnât break out of Zong Yueâs grip. It was actually his first time touching her. âWhatever happened to his clean-freak nature?â 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. âHealth is always a priority that no one can argue against.â
The moment they settled in the inner room, War God Zhan started firing cannons again.
Glancing over at Zhangsun Wuji he asked, âI heard that Your Highness had led the big eastern troop to battle Yang Mi. Strange, isnât 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?â
Meng Fuyaoâs heart thumped loudly. That was her suspicion as well. Zhangsun Wuji had left hurriedly due to Gaoluoâs 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 âGaoluoâs Mischiefâ. The war between two lines, causing King De to take opportunistic action⊠was it all Zhangsun Wujiâs plot?
Zhangsun Wuji lifted his teacup and gave its content a little blow. âWhere have you heard it? That the war is still ongoing?â
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Zhan Beiye was stunned for a moment. It was true that he hadnât heard that the war was over, but it was also true that he hadnât heard that it wasnât over. After some thought, he smiled. âTrue, 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.â
Zhangsun Wuji placed his tea down and laughed. âThe prince is known to be righteous and straightforward, but youâve surprised me today.â
âAre you saying that Iâm beating around the bush?â Zhan Beiye asked, sitting upright. âI actually think youâre better at this than I am, but since you feel otherwise, Iâll show you what being direct is. What I meant was: Look at her. Look at Fuyao, Zhangsun Wuji. What has she become?!â
Suddenly agitated, he threw the cup in his hand toward the window, causing it to shatter and the tea to spill everywhere.
âI have no time to argue with you, Zhangsun Wuji! Let me ask you this: Since youâre unwilling to let her go, you have to take on a manâs responsibility! What has she gone through? She wouldâve ceased to exist if I had been just a second late. Where were you then? Itâs 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?â