Father, who is both a heir and a descendant, is still biased; the bound system has gone berserk.

The Grand Preceptor of Xilin turned to Ying Yufu and said, "Princess Anguo, I advise you to come with me, otherwise you will definitely regret it."

Ying Yufu widened her eyes slightly and stared at the Xilin National Preceptor for a while.

[Xiao Dian, where does this person get such confidence?] She was very puzzled.

[Host, he probably thinks he's your grandfather, so he acts entitled and assumes you'll kneel down to pay your respects as a sign of filial piety.]

Xiao Dian shook his head in Ying Yufu's mind, his face full of schadenfreude.

Ying Yufu was amused by Xiao Dian's appearance, but at the same time she also showed a cold smile.

"Grand Preceptor Xilin, what makes you think I'll regret not going with you? Are you someone I care about that much?"

Ying Yufu's eyes were full of mockery.

[Host, you look like a villain right now!]

Ying Yufu proudly puffed out her chest. "So what? To deal with a shameless scoundrel like Ying Huanchong, I have to be even more villainous than him."

It's unknown what expression lies beneath the mask of the Western Lin Grand Preceptor, but at this moment, he stands tall, as if he has Ying Yufu completely under his control.

"Indeed, Princess Anguo, I'm not afraid to tell you, if you don't come with me now, you will definitely regret it. I am someone you will care about a lot."

Upon hearing this, Ying Yufu covered her mouth and giggled. Xiao Dian clapped her hands and said, "Good, good, good, host, you look even more like a villain now. That's right, this is how you deal with a shameless scoundrel like Ying Huanchong."

Just then, the Crown Prince walked over.

He stood beside Ying Yufu and asked, "Does the Grand Preceptor of Xilin have something to discuss with Fu'er?"

Although the Grand Preceptor of Xilin could not see his expression, a hint of displeasure still showed in his demeanor.

"Indeed, I have something to discuss with Princess Anguo."

The Grand Preceptor of Xilin thought that after he said that, the Crown Prince should be sensible and persuade Ying Yufu to come and see him.

Even if he doesn't respect him as the Grand Preceptor of Xilin, he should at least let Ying Yufu come to see him and find out his purpose.

However, neither of these two people can be judged by common sense.

The Crown Prince said directly, "I'm afraid that's inappropriate. Anguo is the lucky star of our Northern Xuan Kingdom. How can we go to meet a minister of a defeated nation alone?"

A sly glint flashed in Ying Yufu's eyes as she nodded in agreement, saying, "Your Highness is absolutely right. I am not only the lucky star of Beixuan, but also the future Crown Princess of Beixuan. It is not appropriate for me to see you alone."

The Imperial Preceptor of Xilin couldn't help but say, "Princess Anguo, how can you, a young lady, be so shameless? Is this how your mother always taught you?"

Yu Fu's face instantly turned cold.

"You dare question my mother? Who do you think you are?" Ying Yufu's eyes turned completely cold.

The Grand Preceptor of Xilin was completely taken aback by Ying Yufu's words, and his face beneath the mask turned ashen.

"Grand Preceptor Xilin, you must apologize to me and say that you should not have disrespected my mother."

Ying Yufu spoke seriously.

The Grand Preceptor of Xilin was also angered, and said angrily, "Princess Anguo, how dare you speak to me like that? Do you know who I am...?"

Before he could utter the word "who," he added, "Fine, I won't stoop to your level."

He turned and left, showing no intention of apologizing to Ying Yufu.

Ying Yufu stared at his back, her fists hardening involuntarily.

"The Imperial Advisor has miscalculated this time. Princess Anguo did not come to see you alone as you wished." General Xilin walked to the Imperial Advisor's side.

The Grand Preceptor of Xilin strode into the carriage without turning his head, and said, "She will come to see me."

On the other side, Ying Yufu spoke to the Crown Prince with righteous indignation.

"Your Highness, do you know who the Western Lin National Preceptor is?" Ying Yufu asked with a look of disgust.

The Crown Prince knew, of course; he had heard it in the thoughts of Ying Yufu and Xiao Dian.

But he couldn't say it, so he pretended not to know and asked curiously, "Who is it?"

"Ying Huanchong, this Imperial Preceptor of Xilin is Ying Huanchong."

Ying Yufu clenched her fists and gritted her teeth.

The crown prince feigned shock, gritting his teeth, "It was him!"

Ying Yufu found a kindred spirit and became even more furious.

She said, "Ying Huanchong schemed against my mother, he is utterly shameless, and just now he even dared to criticize my mother for not knowing how to educate me."

The Crown Prince stroked his chin. "Ying Huanchong will definitely come looking for you again. What do you plan to do?"

Ying Yufu narrowed her eyes slightly and said, "Your Highness, I want to beat him up."

Upon hearing this, the Crown Prince replied without hesitation, "I have a plan."

After they finished speaking, the two looked at each other, and the Crown Prince whispered something in Ying Yufu's ear.

……

The next day, Ying Yufu received a mysterious letter.

She left the Mu residence and got into the Crown Prince's carriage outside.

She took out the letter and showed it to the Crown Prince.

"This Ying Huanchong actually invited you to meet at the Ying family."

The Crown Prince glanced at the contents of the letter, a cold glint in his eyes. "The Ying family has already been sealed off, yet he still dares to go. He has some nerve."

The prince looked at the signature at the end of the letter: "An old friend."

"He can be considered an old acquaintance, can he?" the crown prince mocked.

Ying Yufu said, "Then let's go and give this old friend a proper welcome now."

After saying that, the two looked at each other, both revealing a hint of excitement in their eyes.

When the Grand Preceptor of Xilin wanted to see Ying Yufu, he naturally wouldn't make a big fuss.

He went alone to the Ying family, the former residence of the Marquis of Weiyuan.

He was once the dignified Marquis of Weiyuan.

Now, he can only respond to his family as an envoy from another country.

He was filled with sorrow.

As he stood outside the former residence of the Marquis of Weiyuan, feeling melancholy and sighing, a gust of wind suddenly came from behind him.

He was also a martial artist and had been on the battlefield, so his combat strength was not low.

Even so, he still couldn't dodge the sudden gust of wind coming from behind.

Then everything went black.

Ying Hengchong's eyes widened behind the mask; he couldn't believe he'd been stuffed in a sack.

Before he could even figure out who had put the sack over his head, he was punched hard in the stomach.

He groaned in pain and fell to the ground, his body instinctively curling up.

He was bombarded with punches and kicks like a storm.

"Who are you? Why are you treating me like this?"

Ying Yufu and the Crown Prince simply continued beating people without saying a word.

"Are you hostile to the Kingdom of Xilin? Then don't come after me. Although I am the Grand Preceptor of Xilin, I am not a native of Xilin."

The punches and kicks became even more powerful.

The Grand Preceptor of Xilin was too embarrassed to speak. He huddled up in a sorry state and silently prayed that the beating would end soon.