The Demon Prince

Outside the King's Palace in Zhenwang.

When Li Shunhua mounted her horse, the blush on her face had not yet faded.

Behind them, a green-canopied carriage was parked at the alley entrance, watching everything from a distance.

Outside the carriage, the driver bowed to the person inside, "Sir, it seems the Eighth Princess's attempt to annul the engagement has failed... and something seems off; she seems a little shy?"

"impossible!"

A cold voice came from inside the carriage. As the curtain was lifted, a man in a blue robe sat inside, holding a folding fan in his hand.

This person's name is Xu Huaiyong.

He was a staff member in the Eighth Princess's household.

Over the years, he has been devising ways to establish the Eighth Princess's authority in the army.

He was also the one who most frequently declined the offer to annul the engagement.

Because he knew better than anyone that what the Eighth Princess wanted was not marriage, but military power.

After the Xiao family father and son died in battle, the military power on the border temporarily fell into other hands. Whoever can obtain military power will become the next King of Zhen!

"The Eighth Princess aspires to military power. When His Majesty passes away, even if she doesn't become emperor, she should still be a regional ruler. Once she holds the reins of power, with my strategic skills, I will be her only strategist and her only man! A mere Xiao Xingyue cannot possibly sway the Eighth Princess's heart!"

Xu Huaiyong gazed at the Prince Zheng's Mansion, his voice cold and hard: "Xiao Xingyue is a piece of trash! A complete failure! If he dares to lay a finger on the Eighth Princess, don't blame me for being impolite! Send someone to keep an eye on the Prince Zheng's Mansion! See what Xiao Xingyue is up to, and don't let him interfere with my plans!"

The driver quickly bowed his head: "Yes!"

The wind was cold at the alley entrance, and the carriage quickly departed.

……

at the same time.

Princess Li Wangshu had just returned to her chambers when her personal maid, Qingque, rushed in, shouting, "Princess! Something terrible has happened!"

"What's wrong now? Is Xiao Xingyue causing trouble again?"

Qingque caught her breath: "The Eighth Princess, spear in hand, stormed the Prince Zheng's Mansion!"

"My eighth sister?" Li Wangshu frowned, suddenly worried. "He wouldn't have stabbed Xiao Xingyue to death, would he?"

Qingque quickly shook her head, "No, I heard that the Eighth Princess came out of the palace with a red face, and even lost her gun..."

Li Wangshu suddenly looked up: "What did you say?"

Qingque shrank back in fright: "It's absolutely true. Many people outside saw it. When the Eighth Princess came out, her face was very red, and she walked very fast. Even her attendants didn't dare to ask. Could it be that the Prince Consort... did something to the Eighth Princess?"

Li Wangshu's fingers tightened little by little. "He dares!"

Her breasts heaved as she thought about it, growing angrier with each passing thought.

It's a shame that my mother praised Xiao Xingyue today.

They said he was talented and courageous, and that he resembled his father when he was young.

The results of it?

How long has it been? And he's already flirting with Sister Ba?

Li Wangshu gritted his teeth, sparks flying in his eyes, and turned to walk out. "Prepare the sedan chair. We're going to the Prince of Zhenguo's Mansion."

Qingque looked at the darkening sky with a puzzled expression: "Huh? Now?"

Li Wangshu didn't stop walking. "Right now! Mother Consort thought highly of him! I didn't expect him to show his true colors so quickly. Humph! I'll go and expose his true colors right now! So Mother Consort can see clearly!"

……

The martial arts training ground in the backyard of the King's Palace in Zhenwang.

"Ah! Your Highness, you can't do that!"

"Young Master, please be gentle! I may be fat, but I'm not invincible!"

The screams grew louder and louder.

Zhao Yuanbao stuck out his buttocks, lay face down on the blue brick ground, his face pressed against the ground, with half a blade of grass still in his mouth.

Chen Manfu wasn't much better off; he was exhausted and sat down by the flower bed, clutching his lower back with both hands, his face filled with utter despair.

Before the two men, Xiao Xingyue was wearing a short shirt, his upper body bare, holding a wooden stick in his hand, his forehead covered in sweat. Although he was tired, his eyes were full of fighting spirit.

Although he entered the first rank of martial arts after absorbing Li Wangshu's national fortune, he knew very well in his heart that today's battle with Li Shunhua was not because he was stronger than Li Shunhua.

Instead, it was because his opponent had an old injury that he managed to win by chance, thanks to Yuanbao finding out the information beforehand.

If the fight continues, his body can't withstand Li Shunhua's torment.

He needs to become stronger!

So he brought Zhao Yuanbao and Manfu to train with him.

As a result, one was so fat that he could bounce on the ground, and the other was so old that he could only dodge.

None of them worked!

Xiao Xingyue slung the wooden stick over his shoulder, grinning angrily, "Without a powerful expert to help me train, when will this young master ever be able to stand up for himself? You all better think of a way!"

Zhao Yuanbao grumbled, "Young Master, how about I find you a martial arts master tomorrow?"

Xiao Xingyue's eyes lit up: "Reliable?"

"Reliable." Zhao Yuanbao patted his chest: "There's a guy in the west of the city who can break a boulder with his chest; he can split it into eight pieces with one blow."

Xiao Xingyue's face darkened: "That's a master? That's just a street performer."

Xiao Xingyue, too lazy to listen to their bickering, brandished the wooden stick: "Let's go again! If you don't train me to the second rank today, nobody's eating!"

Zhao Yuanbao's face turned pale: "Your Highness, I haven't eaten lunch yet."

"That's perfect, saves us a meal."

Xiao Xingyue stomped his foot, and the wooden stick pressed down on the two of them.

Zhao Yuanbao and Chen Manfu had no choice but to bite the bullet and meet them head-on.

The three were not the only ones. Outside the courtyard gate, Ninth Princess Li Wangshu, dressed in a scarlet palace dress, with a slender waist and full breasts, her skirt billowing in the wind, her bright face filled with anger, was barging into the palace.

She was followed by Qingque and several palace maids.

Qingque ran so fast her face turned pale; she wanted to pull him away but didn't dare, wanted to persuade him but didn't dare.

"Princess, please slow down. This is the Prince's residence, not the palace."

Li Wangshu ignored her completely. "So what? I'm still the Crown Prince's wife after all. Going back to his residence is just like going home."

After saying that, she rushed into the backyard and saw Xiao Xingyue wielding a stick with his back to her. Before she could speak, the stick swept straight toward her face.

Chen Manfu was so frightened that his voice cracked: "Young Master!"

Zhao Yuanbao also screamed, "The princess is behind us!"

Xiao Xingyue's eyelids twitched, and he snapped his wrist back.

He managed to stop the sweeping blow he was about to unleash.

The wooden stick grazed Li Wangshu's sleeve as it fell, then struck the wall with a crack, causing the plaster to crumble.

Li Wangshu was also startled.

Xiao Xingyue's blow just now almost disfigured her!

"Xiao Xingyue, how dare you lay a hand on this princess?"

Li Wangshu was even angrier. She had originally come to question Xiao Xingyue about whether he had gotten involved with the Eighth Sister.

Before she could even ask, she almost got domestic violence from Xiao Xingyue!

You abused me on the second day after our marriage?

Li Wangshu was so angry she wanted to devour Xiao Xingyue. She immediately put her hands on her hips, ready to yell at him, but before she could even open her mouth, she saw Xiao Xingyue clutching his waist, his face full of pain. "You... what's wrong with you?"

"Waist..." Xiao Xingyue's voice was low and hoarse.

Li Wangshu didn't react immediately: "What?"

Xiao Xingyue braced himself against her shoulder with one hand and supported his lower back with the other, his brows furrowed in a frown: "To avoid hurting you, I forced myself to stop, and I twisted my back."