Evil Emperor's Wild Consort - chapter-92

As if he had heard something unbelievable, Leng Yanfeng froze for a
moment. Suddenly, a thin smile unconsciously raised on that usually grave
face.

That smile, no matter how you looked at it, was full of mockery.

“Someone who’s still only at the Qi collection levels after so many
years is the genius you’re speaking of. So, your Vermillion Bird
Country has actually declined to this point. If this kind of person can
be considered a genius, then is everyone in your Vermillion Bird Country
still at the Qi collection levels?”

It wasn’t just Leng Yanfeng, but even Leng Wujing felt that Zuo
Shangchen’s words were simply a joke.

“Fourth Prince, you must be joking. If someone with her kind of power
could be counted as a genius, then what does Miss Shiyun, who reached
martial king at such an early age, count as?” Leng Wujing shook his
head, finding this whole business rather funny. He didn’t know how this
fourth prince had determined that Gu Ruoyun was a genius. This lie was
way too obvious.

Zuo Shangchen smiled: “As far as this prince knows, Shiyun is already
twenty years of age, while Xiao Yun’er is only fifteen. I dare to
guarantee that in five more years, her level won’t lose to
Shiyun’s!”

“Shut up!”

Suddenly, Leng Yanfeng’s expression had cooled down. His black pupils
were like two sharp swords, that frosty glare shooting towards Zuo
Shangchen: “You don’t have the qualifications to talk about Junior
Shiyun’s talent! Furthermore, comparing that good-for-nothing Gu Ruoyun
to Junior Shiyun! She’s not worthy! Even if we’re talking about ten,
twenty, or even thirty years, she will never be able to surpass Junior
Shiyun!”

Shiyun was the goddess in his heart, where all his faith rested. Thus, he
absolutely wouldn’t let anyone insult Junior Shiyun!

“Feng’er,” Leng Wujing cast a side glance toward Leng Yanfeng
before turning his gaze back to Zuo Shangchen, “Is Fourth Prince
willing to bet with me? No matter how much time you give Gu Ruoyun,
she’ll never be able to surpass Miss Shiyun.”

“Apologies,” The corner of Zuo Shangchen’s lips raised with a faint
smile, “This prince has no interest in betting on sure bets.
Furthermore, your Azure Dragon Country has no prizes that this prince
would be interested in.”

Leng Wujing’s expression suddenly turned serious. Even though he was
fearful of Zuo Shangchen, he was at the very least the ruler of this
country; getting slapped across the face like this made him extremely
unhappy in his heart.

“This prince only came here to let Your Highness warn your good son.
Don’t trouble Gu Ruoyun anymore. He can’t match up to her identity,
and since I’ve already said so, it’s time for this prince to leave.”

Having said so, Zuo Shangchen lazily stretched. His gaze seemed to have
accidentally swept across Leng Yanfeng’s face, but as he did so, the
mockery in those almond eyes pointedly deepened.

Gu Shengxiao, I wonder how you’ll thank me for protecting your sister
like this?

As if he had seen Gu Shengxiao’s extremely grateful face before him,
Zuo Shangchen laughed out loud: “Qingyi, let’s go. To Hundred Herb
Hall! I’m going to go tease my Xiao Yun’er.”

“Yes, My Lord.”

Qingyi clenched her fists in a greeting expressionlessly. As she looked
at that man’s lazy and bewitching face, helplessness flashed across the
depths of her eyes.

She had been following her lord for so many years, and was extremely
clear about her lord’s mysophobia. Even for dressing, he refused to let
anyone help him, even his own mother concubine.

However, it was in front of that man alone, that he would allow casual
touches, arms across his shoulder, that he would smile so comfortably, so
freely…

Thinking of this, Qingyi felt a little bitterness in her heart. She had
accompanied her lord for so many years, and had been silently loving him
for as many. However, her years of companionship couldn’t compare to
that one year of friendship between her lord and that man…