This scoundrel is a bit of a swordsman.

Chapter 115 Whose ball is this?

At this moment, the conflict on the seventh floor of the Flower Language Pavilion has not only failed to subside, but has intensified. The Fourth Prince suffered losses in the first half, and now he clearly senses that something has happened at the ancestral temple. The situation is beginning to reverse.

Wu Xie and Zhan Wuqing wanted to leave, but how could he allow it?

You're all trying to cause trouble for me? Then go ahead and cause trouble all you want! Nobody's leaving today!

When I wanted to leave, you wouldn't let me. Now that you want to leave, how am I supposed to survive in Yong'an if I let you go?

This tangled mess was giving the eldest princess a headache. They were all adults, so why were they all acting like children?

"Zhan Wuqing, this isn't over yet. You're not going anywhere until it's over today. I'm a prince, after all. If I don't make sure you leave this world on a stretcher, I'll change my surname to yours!"

"And you, you barbarian, aren't you smug? Now you want to be smug again? Let me tell you, my father personally went to the ancestral temple, and none of those traitors will escape."

"Now you're getting anxious? Why were you so calm when you were provoking me? Old Zheng, surround the entrances and exits. If they try to force their way in, call in the troops and arrest them all."

The fourth prince roared arrogantly, which made Zhan Wuqing and Wu Xie both turn completely black.

They started the disturbance to attract attention, but if they were to attack the prince of the Great Qian Dynasty now, they feared that Emperor Wu would settle old scores and new grudges together.

Because they were certain that last night's plan had failed, and they knew whether their men had been captured, tortured, or had confessed. If they were to reveal their identities, the consequences would be dire.

For these reasons, even Wu Xie dared not act rashly. Remaining still would only result in verbal sparring, while taking action would give Emperor Wu a reason to intervene, which was not what they wanted.

"Fourth Prince, I apologize for my earlier offense. Now that it's dawn, it's time for us to leave."

Zhan Wuqing lowered his stance and spoke to the Fourth Prince,

"Pah! You must not understand what I'm saying, right? You think you can just run away after kicking me? I haven't even settled the score with you for insulting the royal family yet! I, the Grand Princess of the Great Qian Dynasty, am here. If this matter cannot be resolved today, I'll drag you all to the imperial court and have my father, the Emperor, personally intervene!"

"Fourth Prince, that's enough. We are envoys from the Wilderness. Aren't you afraid of being ridiculed by the world? Is this how you treat envoys from a nation? Is this how you, Great Qian, treat your guests?"

Wu Xie couldn't help but speak up. He had reservations, otherwise he would have already attacked. How dare these worthless scoundrels in front of him stop him?

"Hehe, Wu Xie, don't be so arrogant. I'll deal with you sooner or later. Let's draw a line now. Want to get out? Sure, I'll kick you out, and we'll call it even."

Faced with the Fourth Prince's relentless pursuit, the Eldest Princess sat quietly to the side, sipping tea without showing any sign of anxiety. While seemingly there to bolster the Fourth Prince's resolve, she was actually considering other matters.

She had already figured out what had happened at the Flower Language Pavilion last night. Her eyes kept glancing upstairs. It seemed that important people had been there since midnight, because she noticed the tension and panic on the upper floors.

But as things settled down at the ancestral temple, things returned to normal here, which piqued her interest. Otherwise, given her personality, she would have left long ago instead of wasting time here.

Another reason is that the young sword immortal has not appeared yet, which makes her wonder. She lets the fourth prince continue to make trouble, because perhaps he will have unexpected gains.

Just as they were each working on their own, the sound of a door creaking open interrupted their train of thought.

The eldest princess looked up at the sound, and the fourth prince, who was about to lash out, also sensed something and looked up at the eighth floor.

As soon as the door opened, a large, fat man was bowing and saying goodbye.

"Take care, young lady. I'll definitely come to see you again when I have the chance. See you then!"

The voice sounded familiar to everyone, as if they had heard it somewhere before. Moreover, it belonged to someone from the eighth floor. No one had ever heard of anyone going up to the eighth floor before. Who was this?

This question startled everyone on the seventh floor. Then they saw the fat man turn around, dust himself off, and turn his head away.

When they saw the fat man's face clearly, they all let out a soft exclamation.

"This person looks familiar, who is he?" The Fourth Prince was the first to peek out, looking at the wealthy man beside him and asking in confusion.

"They do look somewhat familiar. Is there a fat guy from Yong'an we don't recognize? Who could it be?"

Zheng Youqian also fell into deep thought and began to recall.

Not to mention the two of them, even the Eldest Princess and Wu Xie were puzzled. Why did this fat man look so familiar? It seemed like they had seen him somewhere before.

Just as they were lost in thought, the fat man started waving at them and shouting.

"Hey, what are you doing here? Are you fighting this late at night? It's so noisy! It's rare to have someone to keep me company, and you guys are ruining my mood!"

"Is he greeting us?"

The fourth prince glanced around.

"It seems so,"

"Ok?"

After greeting everyone, the fat man started climbing down the stairs, almost tumbling down the stairs due to his enormous size.

"Oh my god, this staircase is a safety hazard. Remember to have your building manager check it thoroughly. It's too crowded; it's disrespectful to the fat guy."

He muttered to himself as he walked downstairs, which gave the Fourth Prince an absurd idea. He wanted to ask Zheng Youqian about it, but then he saw Zheng Youqian staring at the newcomer with a dumbfounded expression.

"This guy, he looks just like that person!"

"Xiao Xingchen?" the fourth prince replied tentatively.

"It's him, but he's a fat man. Could we have mistaken him for someone else?"

The two exchanged a glance and both shook their heads in disbelief. Their change in demeanor was naturally noticed by everyone.

The princess, who had been calmly sipping her tea, suddenly stood up, not even realizing that she had spilled the tea.

"It's you? How could you be here?"

She was genuinely shocked. No wonder it looked familiar; judging by appearances alone, one was fat and the other thin, making them completely unrelated. But as soon as Xiao Xingchen spoke, that smug tone immediately convinced the princess that this was indeed the despicable woman who resembled her younger brother.

"Oh my god, Her Highness the Eldest Princess is here too! Fourth Prince, Old Zheng, what are you doing? And what's with the barbarian? Were you the ones fighting last night?"

Xiao Xingchen came running over with heavy steps, panting heavily. He finally understood Fatty; no wonder Fatty couldn't run fast. With all that fat, even walking was difficult, let alone running.

The aftereffects of the demon blood became apparent, and he became bloated like a ball. No wonder they couldn't recognize him. Who would have thought that in just one night, a normal person would turn into a fat man?

"Xiao Xingchen?" the Fourth Prince asked in disbelief.

"Nonsense, of course it's me. Don't you recognize me after just one night? Old Zheng, what's wrong with you? What kind of look is that?"

"Holy crap, this ball is actually the Star Brothers! What on earth happened?"

Zheng Youqian stood frozen in place. He clearly remembered that Xiao Xingchen hadn't acted this way when he entered the Mianzi Gate, but now...

He looked down at the gate with the character "冕" (mian) on it again and couldn't help but feel a sense of fear.