"Qingshan, why are you here? Have you found the Divine Doctor?" Qiann Yan "concernedly" asked.
Hee Qingshan was already unwilling to discuss this matter. Now he didn’t even want to look in the mirror, repulsed by the sight of the two hideous scars, which made him feel nauseated.
Sohow, the scars on his face were unusually large, surrounded by an abnormal proliferation of tissue, making it hard for anyone to look at him directly because of the scars.
As he approached Qiann Yan, he certainly couldn’t wear the bamboo hat. Besides, he had always considered Qiann Yan his woman, beneath him even if she was the Emperor.
No matter how he looked, she shouldn’t despise him in the slightest.
"Divine Doctors are reclusive experts, elusive as ghosts, so I haven’t found one." Hee Qingshan’s expression was impatient as he glanced around, especially at Xun Zihuai.
Xun Zihuai stood not far from Qiann Yan, dressed impeccably in immaculately clean white clothes, exuding a cold, otherworldly aura. His youthful features had matured considerably, making him look even better than before.
Hee Qingshan felt uncomfortable, an impulse growing within him to ruin Xun Zihuai’s pretty face with a blade.
This pretty boy always lingered by Yun Qianyan’s side; what were his intentions? Did he want to climb higher?
"State Preceptor, I have sothing to say to Yan’er. If you’re not busy, you should step aside." After all, Yun Qianyan is his wife; she’s his woman. This outsider has no business standing in his sight, being a hindrance.
Xun Zihuai didn’t move. Instead, he turned his gaze toward Qiann Yan, wanting to see her opinion.
"Qingshan, the State Preceptor has made countless contributions to Yaan Country and is the teacher of two children. He doesn’t count as an outsider. You can speak freely; no need for avoiding anyone."
What a joke; would she really cater to the ego of a loser?
Hasn’t Hee Qingshan realized his position by now?
Xun Zihuai couldn’t help but let his lips curl upward. If it weren’t for Hee Qingshan, he might have laughed softly. But in front of others, he maintained a cold, indifferent deanor, naturally refraining from making inappropriate expressions, maintaining an aloof expert image.
Hee Qingshan’s expression was unpleasant, and he couldn’t help but glance at Xun Zihuai a few more tis, silently implying he should leave if he was sensible.
Who was Xun Zihuai?
The only people who could make him bow were two: the Xun Family patriarch and his master.
Before him stood the Bright Monarch, the ruler of Yaan Country.
And what was Hee Qingshan? Nothing.
Heh!
Hee Qingshan: "..."
He felt Xun Zihuai’s disdain and contempt towards him; it was a man’s instinct.
This pretty boy, once he beca Emperor, he’d make sure to deal with him.
Xun Zihuai saw through Hee Qingshan’s thoughts, his heart coldly laughing: dreaming.
The tension flared fiercely between them, making the atmosphere heavily oppressive, so much so that Ling Shishi beside Hee Qingshan felt she couldn’t bear it anymore.
"Qingshan, what brings you here today?"
Only then did Hee Qingshan retract his presence; in reality, before Qiann Yan and Xun Zihuai, he had no presence, appearing instead as an impotent, furious fool.
"Yan’er, co closer."
Unable to chase away the shaless pretty boy, Hee Qingshan intended to speak to Qiann Yan privately.
This ti, Qiann Yan was quite cooperative, following him a few steps away. Ling Shishi astutely did not approach, yet this left her quite close to Xun Zihuai.
"Lord State Preceptor, I don’t know if sothing should be said or unsaid." Ling Shishi felt the need to assert her usefulness, that way Hee Qingshan might rember her favor.
Xun Zihuai: "If you feel it shouldn’t be said, then don’t say it."
Ling Shishi: "..."
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