"He's a madman through and through," Xie Beihan said with a wicked grin upon hearing this. "Lost the one he loves, wants to destroy this world."
"Whether the person is alive or not, his stubbornly fierce nature will surely cause turmoil among the nations. The matter with Xiqiang is an example."
"So, what is the Crown Prince trying to say?"
Chi Yan looked at him coldly, her alluring eyes filled with terrifying ferocity.
Xie Beihan leaned back carelessly and said, "He wants to destroy this world, which means opposing the Nine Provinces. The Great Liang will inevitably be attacked by all. This time, the old emperor is hosting the nations, and he cannot come!"
"Heh." Chi Yan smiled at him, supporting her chin with one hand, her legs crossed, her expression arrogant and unrestrained. "What exactly is the Crown Prince's purpose? Why can't he come?!"
Xie Beihan, that insidious villain, wanted to use her to stop Xiao Chizhan. What did he want? What unspeakable secret was he hiding?
'What purpose could I have? I'm just afraid he'll ruin this banquet!'
Chi Yan narrowed her eyes slightly, curled her lips, and didn't ask further, not knowing if she believed him.
"Oh, I haven't asked yet. How did the Crown Prince get injured? Was that wound on your abdomen from a stab?"
Her expression of amusement was undisguised.
Xie Beihan tidied his robes, his sinister eyes smiling faintly. "The little thing was just cruel."
Upon hearing this, Chi Yan scoffed. "I heard the Crown Prince was pursued by the Blood Corpse people and fell off a cliff. What a stroke of luck that you didn't die!"
"What? Do you want me to die beyond the frontier?"
He glanced at her directly, his lips curved into a smile, but it was an exceptionally sinister one.
Chi Yan, having known him for many years, recognized that he was angered by his expression. She coolly withdrew her gaze, picked up the teacup on the table, and took a sip.
"Your Highness jokes. How could I bear for you to die?"
Of course, he couldn't die. If he died, who would her tens of thousands of souls from Mobei seek vengeance from?
Xie Beihan smiled, his evil countenance appearing like a captivating demon, devilishly charming.
"Crown Prince!"
"Enter."
A soldier pushed aside the tent flap and respectfully entered. "Crown Prince, the person has woken up."
After so many days, they had finally woken up.
Xie Beihan licked his lips faintly, his beautiful phoenix eyes flashing with relief.
Seeing this, a peculiar light flickered in Chi Yan's eyes. She had known him for so many years and had never seen him so openly joyous.
She pretended to be nonchalant and asked, "Is the Crown Prince hiding a mistress? Who has woken up?"
Xie Beihan lifted his robe and got off the couch.
"I have matters to attend to. I'll take my leave, and you should rest too, Aba'er."
After he left, the tent fell silent.
Seeing the man opposite her about to leave, Chi Yan immediately twisted her waist and walked over, batting away his hand. Like a siren, she straddled his lap and hooked her jade arms around his neck.
A strange fragrance accompanied by the sound of bells, intoxicating and alluring in the silent tent.
She wore a thin blue gossamer dress, and the beauty mark on her eyebrow bloomed with vitality, making her exquisitely radiant, like a blooming peony.
"Holy Monk, he's harming me again."
Her voice was sweet and seductive, a complete contrast to the murderous woman she had been moments ago.
Xu Qing seemed accustomed to her diametrically opposed natures; he remained silent, closing his eyes.
"Now that the Great Desert is in disarray, and I led troops to attack Great Liang, being outmaneuvered by Xie Beihan like this is unbearable."
She hooked his chin and gently bit him, her eyes alluring and sparkling, her red lips slightly pursed, a divine beauty.
Xu Qing still said nothing, his handsome face, like a Greek sculpture, held a trace of coldness, his entire being exuding an aloofness that kept others at a distance.
Seeing him still like this, Chi Yan gave a wicked smile, her slender fingers moving downwards.
The man's eyes immediately snapped open, his long lashes casting faint shadows, his brows and eyes exceptionally distant, as if imbued with a celestial Zen aura.
"Let go."
"I thought the Holy Monk truly abstained from worldly affairs."
She giggled, her seductive eyes rippling with enchanting light, stunningly beautiful.
Xu Qing directly grasped her hand, his thin lips pressed together, his aloof and abstinent face as impassive as an ice sculpture.
"It hurts."
Her alluring eyes brimmed with feigned grievance, her lips pouting as she tilted her head, seemingly chiding and charming.
Xu Qing released her, saying coldly, "Get down."
"I won't get down. Would the Holy Monk dare to lay a hand on me?"
Chi Yan smiled as she looked at him, her smugness almost overflowing.
The moonlight outside shone through the gaps, reflecting in her smiling eyes, adding a touch of pretty mischief.
Xu Qing ignored her, his face a mask of indifferent, chaste aloofness.
He stood up to leave, but the woman clinging to him refused to budge. Her slender white legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck, like a pendant clinging to him.
"Holy Monk, this... I like it so much."
She whispered into his ear, her breath fragrant and ticklish.
Xu Qing's earlobes visibly reddened. He reached out to pull her off, but she clung to him, kissing his ear and neck, causing trouble like a nymph among flowers.
"Return to Mobei. Don't get involved this time."
Chi Yan raised her eyes, meeting his clear, unfathomable gaze.
His expression remained aloof and proud, his features as pure as a snow mountain lotus, incredibly faint, as if he had never spoken the words just uttered.
She smiled, a seductive smile.
"Is the Holy Monk worried about me?"
The dim yellow lamplight illuminated his slightly pursed lips. Chi Yan's eyes slanted upwards, and she gently licked them.
"How can the esteemed North Qi King of the Northern Army worry about me, this Mobei demoness? Hahaha--"
She was laughing, her shoulders shaking with laughter. Tears welled up in her bright eyes, making her appear both pitiable and utterly enchanting.
"What a misfortune for North Qi."
She cupped his face and bit his lips fiercely.
Yet, his handsome, elegant face, like that of an immortal, showed no change in expression. The features, as cold as a snow lotus, were softly illuminated, undisturbed.
Only his lips flowed with a trace of blood, scarlet and alluring.
Chi Yan smiled, hooking her eyes at him flirtatiously, a blend of allure and innocence. Seeing his complete lack of reaction, she paused, then caressed his face with both hands, leaning in.
"Kiss me."
"Get down!"
He said coldly, his tone unwavering.
"What if I don't get down? Will the Holy Monk kill me?"
Their bodies were pressed close together, and she could even see the desire hidden in his eyes.
She sneered, "You've entered the Buddhist sect in vain. You should leave it and return to secular life sooner." With that, she pressed a dagger against his vulnerable spot. "Or I can help you, Holy Monk."
"This is the last time. Get down!"
She provocatively pushed the dagger deeper. "I won't!"
The moment she finished speaking, Chi Yan felt a dizzying sensation. Before she could say anything, her hands were firmly bound, and his icy lips pressed down.
She laughed heartily, "Is this truly someone from the Buddhist sect? Ah, you madman."