The weak princess is super fierce

Chapter 874 Understanding Practicality

I remember that three or five hundred years ago, there was a Taoist priest who was so arrogant that he insisted on obeying her. He would say that if he pointed east, she had to go east, and if he pointed west, she had to go west. As a result, she beat him up.

From then on, he dared not interfere with her anymore.

Even when you see her, you have to walk around her.

With Li Shou as his patron, Meng Shisan, amidst a myriad of thoughts, still pragmatically realized that times had changed.

Back then, she traveled in human form, and her demonic power was at its peak. No matter how profound the Taoist magic of the mortal world was, it was only equivalent to a human living for a few decades. No matter how powerful they were, they could not match her thousand years of cultivation.

The key point is that the Taoist priest didn't have any extraordinary magical artifacts back then.

And she has her signature weapon—a curved sickle that can shatter teeth.

With a single scythe strike, the Taoist's longsword shattered into several pieces. He then unleashed a whisk two levels higher, which, too, separated from its handle with two scythe strikes.

With his weapons destroyed and no magic implements left, the Taoist priest was quickly outmatched and had no power to defend himself except to be beaten.

Centuries have passed, and she has long forgotten what he looks like. She only vaguely remembers that he was a successor of Taoism who met her on his way out to gain experience. At first, he was quite polite, but after he learned that she was a demon, he revealed his ferocious face and tried to capture her.

Unfortunately, his magic was inferior to hers, and his cultivation was far shallower, so it was inevitable that he would lose to her.

She never saw him again.

Returning to the present, she is still Meng Shisan, only her demon soul was forced into a human body to become Meng Liangchen, and she is still alive and well, while the Taoist has long since become a pile of bones, having reincarnated countless times.

Li Shou, acting arbitrarily, insisted that Meng Shisan return to the palace with him. Only after he personally watched over her could he feel at ease. He then kept watching her, noticing that she had her eyes lowered, her expression distant, lost in thought, almost forgetting that he was right beside her.

With a slight frown, he clenched his fist, brought it to his lips, and coughed lightly.

Hearing the cough, Meng Shisan looked up and followed the sound to see Li Shou sitting upright, his beautiful phoenix eyes staring at her with a mixture of scrutiny and inquiry.

I'm probably guessing what she's thinking.

"Your Highness..."

"Ok?"

"...How about this?"

Li Zhaoqin confirmed with Chang Qing several times before confirming that Chang Qing had not made a mistake.

Then she froze: "Crown Prince... what does he want to do?"

Chang Qing could not answer.

Looking at Chang Qing, who was smiling but not speaking, Li Zhaoqin asked another question: "You just said that it was Yao Yao who suggested it, and that the Crown Prince initially disagreed, but later agreed?"

"Yes." Chang Qing heard this clearly outside Mingxiao Hall at the time, and that was exactly what happened.

Li Zhaoqin let out a long breath and then tried to ask, "So, from the beginning, did the Crown Prince disagree with Yaoyao coming to the wine party I'm hosting today on the banks of the Kuangguang River?"

Chang Qing smiled and said, "Yes."

He heard it all too clearly.

“No wonder, I knew it, how could Yaoyao be so idle…” Halfway through her complaint, Li Zhaoqin glanced at Chang Qing, who was still smiling, paused, and waved her hand, saying, “How about I cancel today’s gathering?” Chang Qing shook his head: “No way.”

"Why?" Li Zhaoqin asked, puzzled. "I can hold my own banquet whenever I want, or not hold it whenever I want. Why can't I do that?"

"His Highness also made the same suggestion to Miss Meng, but Miss Meng did not agree." Chang Qing felt that he had made himself quite clear.

Li Zhaoqin still had doubts: "You mean that my brother, the Crown Prince, also had the idea of ​​having me cancel the banquet, and told Yaoyao about it, but Yaoyao rejected it?"

"Yes." Chang Qing thought for a moment and added, "I can tell that Miss Meng is really looking forward to today's banquet."

Li Zhaoqin understood, completely understood: "Yaoyao wanted to play, but the Crown Prince was worried about her safety and wanted to cancel. Yaoyao didn't agree, and the Crown Prince was also worried about letting Yaoyao go to the gathering alone. So Yaoyao came up with a plan, which was to let the Crown Prince also come to the wine party I'm hosting..."

She straightened her face and frowned slightly: "When did you become so free, Crown Prince?"

"I'm not free," Chang Qing replied. "There's a pile of memorials piling up in the palace."

“Then the Crown Prince is completely smitten, utterly unable to extricate himself.” At this point, a question popped into Li Zhaoqin’s mind, “After the Lantern Festival next year, the Crown Prince will choose Yaoyao as his Crown Princess. What if… what if His Majesty disagrees?”

Chang Qingmu stared blankly: How could he possibly answer that?

Li Zhaoqin sighed and didn't make things difficult for Chang Qing: "Go back and tell your brother the Crown Prince that I understand and I will bring twice as many guards from the Prince's mansion."

"Okay." Chang Qing's smile deepened. His Highness had asked him to inform Li Zhaoqin in advance for this very reason.

The riverbank is wide and grassy on both sides, with one side having a riot of colorful flowers, while the other side is just a vast expanse of lush green grass.

For the past two days, Huang Jing and the water snake have practically taken root in the vast expanse of lush green grass. She waits on the shore while the water snake swims in the water, each doing their own thing.

From the time the sun rises in the east to its setting in the west, anyone who has passed by this grassland a few times will recognize Huang Jing.

Of course, the main reason was also that Huang Jing was beautiful and charming, which naturally attracted attention.

Even those scholars and brutes whose real intentions were not in drinking wine couldn't wait to set up their nests on the vast riverbank.

It wasn't that no one dared to step forward and strike up a conversation, but Huang Jing was already twenty years old. The mountains and rivers of the Great Wei and other countries outside of the Great Wei had been enough to build layer upon layer of solid walls in her heart.

So, the outcome for the brave man was obvious; she politely declined his offer.

When the large entourage of Prince Jing's mansion arrived at the vast riverbank, complete with maids, servants, and guards, and began setting up on the grassy area opposite where hundreds of flowers were in full bloom, the others who had wanted to try their luck with romance after the brave warrior suddenly had the urge to back down.

Once the thought of retiring takes hold, it's very difficult to suppress.

Finally, only one brave, pale-faced scholar remained. When he saw the three characters "Jingwang Mansion" brightly displayed on the headlights of the Prince's carriage as Li Zhaoqin's carriage arrived, his legs immediately went weak.

Then he scrambled away.

Huang Jing watched the whole thing. She was a little curious about what Li Zhaoqin on the other side was doing with so many servants from the Prince Jing's mansion. She couldn't help but sigh, "Power really makes people both love and fear it."

Even the flies that had been buzzing around her for two days didn't need her to shoo them away; as soon as they saw the carriage from Prince Jing's residence, they were so frightened that they fluttered their little wings and ran away.

Regardless of the reason, at least she was given a peaceful and carefree place.

Very good.

About half a cup of tea later, the water snake sensed a familiar demonic aura underwater and darted to the surface, its tiny green eyes gazing straight at the opposite riverbank.