Chapter 16: Chapter 189: What kind of attitude is that!

Chapter 189: What kind of attitude is this!

"What kind of attitude is this?" Chu Moxin looked at Yao Mowan with disbelief.

"How arrogant and narcissistic Chu Mobei is. There are two types of people he is least likely to kill in his life. The first type is those with low intelligence, because he feels it would dirty his hands and insult his reputation. The second type is those with transcendent intelligence, because in his eyes, no one in this world is wiser than him. He will use his strength to prove that all those with transcendent intelligence must yield to him. Therefore, regardless of which type Mowan is, he will not let the Little Prince kill her. Especially considering that years ago, he lost a game of chess to his eldest sister by a single move, and was again outmaneuvered by her during the negotiations between the two nations, forcing him to give up Mangyuan. I believe that all these years, he has wanted nothing more than to win a round against his eldest sister. Unfortunately, she is dead. If he knew Mowan wasn't a fool, how do you think he would react?" Yao Mowan's words left Chu Moxin speechless.

"Ahem... This Prince was just speaking casually. You chatter so much nonsense. 'No talking while eating, no talking while sleeping'—do you even know that rule!" Chu Moxin retreated to his seat sheepishly, picked up his porcelain bowl, and began stuffing rice into his mouth aggressively.

To the side, sweat dripped from the back of Ye Junqing's head. To think that Yao Mowan's classic quote would actually come out of Chu Moxin's mouth; it was clear they were kindred spirits.

After about half a cup of tea's time, Chu Moxin suddenly set down his porcelain bowl and ran out without warning, his expression extremely grim.

"Your Highness!" Beside them, Huangfu Junxiux rushed to follow. Seeing the two leave, Ye Junqing looked at Yao Mowan suspiciously.

"What happened to him?" Ye Junqing asked, puzzled.

"Mowan put laxatives personally formulated by Yin Xue into every single dish. This time, I'm afraid he won't stop running until he's empty..." The arrogant smile playing on the corners of Yao Mowan's lips sent a sudden chill through Ye Junqing's heart.

"Then why didn't you tell this Prince?" Ye Junqing slammed his chopsticks down, looking at Yao Mowan in astonishment.

"Mowan thought that if Your Highness saw Chu Moxin, you wouldn't have an appetite for your meal." Yao Mowan looked innocent, leaving Ye Junqing speechless. To seek revenge for every grudge and vent every anger—this woman was someone he truly could not afford to offend.

When Chu Moxin returned, he was full of rage, which was something Ye Junqing had long anticipated.

"Yao Mowan! You actually gave this Prince laxatives! Are you not afraid that Great Shu will send troops to attack Great Chu?" Chu Moxin rushed in front of Yao Mowan like a maddened lion, questioning her sternly.

"Mowan is just a fool; how could I possibly manage so much?" Yao Mowan snorted. Great Shu had the strength, but they wouldn't launch a military campaign just because a Prince had an upset stomach in the Chu Palace.

"You! Then are you not afraid that this Prince will kill you?" Just as Chu Moxin was about to act violently, he felt as if his internal organs were being hit by a flood, and he immediately bolted out again.

"Consort Yao, playing with fire will eventually lead to self-destruction. It would be best if you stayed hidden." Huangfu Junxiu left these words behind and hurried out after him.

"You had better avoid the conflict for now; this Prince will help block for you." Ye Junqing looked at Yao Mowan with concern. With his martial arts, dealing with Yin Xiong would not be a problem, but he wasn't sure how many hidden guards Chu Moxin had brought.

"Since this Palace dares to do it, I naturally dare to face it. However, I am quite moved that Your Highness is thinking of Mowan's safety." Yao Mowan looked at Ye Junqing with a light smile. Compared to their initial antagonism, their relationship was indeed much more harmonious now.

"If you are truly moved, then help this Prince get the Flame Soul Sword back." Ye Junqing took the opportunity to respond.

At this moment, Chu Moxin had already returned. This time, the moment Chu Moxin stepped into Guanju Palace, he called out for Yin Xiong.

"Yin Xiong! Give them both a good lesson!" Chu Moxin had indeed suffered quite a bit; his face was noticeably less flushed than before, appearing somewhat pale and haggard.

However, when Chu Moxin finished speaking, Yin Xiong did not appear as expected.

"Yin Xiong!" Chu Moxin spoke again, looking around. The entire room remained silent.

"Unbelievable! You actually dare to disobey my orders! When I return, I will certainly tell Big Brother and have him punish you severely!" Just as Chu Moxin reached the height of his fury, he suddenly saw two figures descend like gods before him.

"Nansheng is somewhat curious: if the Little Prince loses his Big Brother and then loses Yin Xiong as well, how will he survive?" A soft yet non-effeminate voice, carrying a teasing tone, drifted from Yan Nansheng's exquisite thin lips. At this moment, Yin Xiong was standing beside Yan Nansheng, his acupoints already sealed.

"Yan Nansheng? As expected, you look just like a woman! Return Yin Xiong to this Prince!" Chu Moxin looked at Yan Nansheng with arrogance and indignation.

"Tsk tsk... Nansheng truly doesn't know, in this situation, what capital does the Little Prince have left to be so arrogant? Wan'er, your dosage wasn't even that heavy!" Yan Nansheng stepped toward Yao Mowan, his peerless, stunning face showing a hint of regret.

"It is already quite a lot. If the Little Prince is unwilling to admit his mistake to this Palace and hand over the Flame Soul Sword, I guarantee that within three days, he won't even have the strength to speak from all the diarrhea he'll have had." Yao Mowan raised an eyebrow at Chu Moxin, her voice sounding quite pleasant.

"Will this Prince not just find an antidote himself!" Chu Moxin was panicked internally, yet he refused to show weakness.

"You may, Your Highness may search as you please. However, Mowan reminds Your Highness that there is an ingredient in this laxative called Tianzi Ma. If Your Highness accidentally takes the wrong antidote, the consequences are unimaginable!" Yao Mowan leaned lazily against her chair, her smile growing increasingly wicked.

"Tianzi Ma... that is far too malicious!" Huangfu Junxiux's lips twitched. The so-called Tianzi Ma was originally a good medicine for treating diarrhea, but it could not be taken in excess, otherwise it would damage the nerves, leading to madness or insanity. It was rare that Yao Mowan had the skill to mix Tianzi Ma into laxatives; it seemed the Prince of Han had underestimated this woman.

"Hmph! We shall see!" Chu Moxin clearly did not want to apologize, let alone hand over the Flame Soul Sword.

"Nansheng will invite Yin Xiong to Fengyu Villa for a visit over the next two days. Once the Little Prince departs, Nansheng will naturally return Yin Xiong to you!" Seeing Chu Moxin step out of Guanju Palace, Yan Nansheng teased.

"Suit yourself! Regardless, from this moment on, Great Shu no longer welcomes you!" Chu Moxin wanted to say more, but unfortunately, his stomach had already begun to protest.

Watching Chu Moxin's panicked departure, Yan Nansheng turned to look at Yao Mowan.

"I hope Nansheng's performance did not disappoint the beauty." Yan Nansheng's long, phoenix-like eyes tilted upward slightly, the curve of his lips inviting many thoughts. It wasn't his fault that he was so beautiful it incited the heavens and earth, but showing it off was a bit unscrupulous—just how many young girls was he going to enchant!

"If the Alliance Leader could give the last 'Nine-Turn Soul-Returning Pill' to Mowan, then Mowan would be even less disappointed." Yao Mowan replied with a smile. Upon hearing this, the smile on Yan Nansheng's lips froze before he could retract it.

"Then the beauty had better just stay disappointed!" Yan Nansheng felt that this place was not one to linger in. Just as he was about to leave, he heard Yao Mowan speak leisurely.

"It is not important whether Mowan is disappointed; what matters is that Prince Su's Flame Soul Sword likely can never be retrieved again." Furthermore, Chu Mobei certainly would not pin Chu Moxin's death solely on Mowan. Yao Mowan's voice was gentle, like flowing water.

"Don't try to trick me. Chu Moxin only took laxatives; he couldn't possibly diarrhea himself to death, could he?" Yan Nansheng suddenly had an ominous premonition. He felt that no matter how he argued, he ultimately wouldn't be able to keep that last Nine-Turn Soul-Returning Pill.

"Anyway, that is what Yin Xue said. The thing she formulated has only one kind of antidote. If you don't believe me, you can go ask Yin Xue!" Yao Mowan looked at Yan Nansheng with an expression that said, *if you don't believe me, you should at least believe her.*

That night, when Yin Xue returned from Fengyu Villa, she also handed the only remaining Nine-Turn Soul-Returning Pill into Yao Mowan's hands.