Chapter 82

Chapter 82: If You're a Man, Control Your Tongue!

Prince Mo Jinhuan's sensational outburst at the Hundred Heroes Banquet has aroused widespread astonishment.

Hence, after the Hundred Talents Feast concluded, it was only natural that many, driven by curiosity or ulterior motives, would visit the Eastern Palace to see for themselves. As a formidable contender for the throne of Li Kingdom, Prince Xuan, Mo Jinli, was not one to be left behind in such matters.

However, Mo Jinli never imagined that she would encounter...

"Ye Xiyao? How could you be here?"

Mo Jinli was rather astonished. After all, the palace gates had just opened, and the Eastern Palace was quite a distance away. Even if Ye Xiyao were incredibly fast, there was no way she could have arrived before him.

Moreover, judging from her appearance, she didn't seem to be heading to the Eastern Palace but rather seemed to have just come out from it...

In an instant, Mo Jinli's face darkened so much that it seemed to drip with anger. Without hesitation, he strode forward and confronted Ye Xiyao, demanding,

"Why are you here?" As he spoke, Mo Jinli lifted his gaze, casting a glance at the magnificent halls behind Ye Xiyao. Before she could reply, he seized her wrist like a man possessed, pulling her in front of him.

"Ye Xiyao, I underestimated you! How long has it taken for you to curry favor with the Crown Prince? Huh... No wonder, no wonder you looked down on this prince. Your schemes are truly impressive!"

At this moment, Mo Jinli resembled a husband who had caught his wife in an affair, his anger beyond description. His usual composure and arrogance were long gone, replaced only by the desire to fiercely grab the girl before him and demand why, why she chose the dying good-for-nothing Mo Jinhuan over himself.

"Speak, aren't you usually sharp-tongued? Why are you silent now? Ye Xiyao, you truly have some skills. But do you really think that sickly ghost can ascend to the throne? And even spend the night in the Eastern Palace... Huh? Can that sickly wretch satisfy you..."

Slap!

Rage had driven Mo Jinli to lose his senses, but before he could finish his sentence, he was slapped with a resounding slap! Then, Ye Xiyao kicked him, sending him crashing into the palace wall!

Ye Xiyao remained silent throughout. Her sudden attack left everyone stunned. When they regained their wits, the guards who had been following Mo Jinli immediately rushed forward, shielding their fallen master behind them. At the same time, a middle-aged eunuch leaped out, his fingers curled like orchid petals as he pointed at Ye Xiyao, shouting at the top of his lungs:

"Impudent wench! How dare you lay a hand on Prince Xuan, Your Highness? You... Ah-"

Without even glancing, Ye Xiyao swiftly slapped the clown into silence, pressing him against the corner. Then, she strode directly towards the group of guards.

"Mo Jinli, who do you think you are to me? When have I, Ye Xiyao, ever needed to report my actions to you?"

Looking past the guards and ignoring the blades at close proximity, Ye Xiyao disdainfully gazed at the man clutching his chest, fallen to the ground, with an indifferent expression.

"So, if you're a man, keep your mouth in check!"

Towards Mo Jinli, Ye Xiyao truly had no desire to lay eyes on him again. If not for her concern for Ye Hong and the Ye Family, she would have long since severed his head with a single slash, never allowing him to repeatedly show off in front of her like this!

Alas, Ye Xiyao had underestimated the sheer audacity of Mo Jinli. Convinced that her warning following the incident at the Eastern Palace gate would quell any further disturbances, she was utterly unprepared for what transpired the next morning: whispers spread throughout the entire capital, alleging that the daughter of the Duke of Determined Nation, in an attempt to curry favor with the Crown Prince, had been secretly engaging in clandestine liaisons...