Prince of Zhennan

an's room door. Shortly after, the door opened from inside, with Prince of Zhen Nan standing at the entrance, his expression dark as he stared at the flustered servant. He said coldly, "What has happe...141. Prince of Zhennan

141. Prince of Zhennan

Bring this person out and execute him!

The people around her were all taken aback. Yuan Pei looked at Feng Zhirao, who in turn glanced over at Xu Qingze sitting on the side reading a book. Perhaps it was because Feng Zhirao's gaze was too intense; Xu Qingze, who usually did not speak much, lowered his book and lifted his head to speak to Ye Li: "Sister-in-law, it is against the rules of war to execute an envoy." Ye Li smiled slightly, saying, "Thank you for reminding me, Brother-in-Law. Then, Mr. Mo, will you walk out on your own or shall I have someone throw you out"

Mo Fei looked around at everyone and sneered: "So this is how the Queen Consort of Ding Kingdom treats her guests" Ye Li replied coolly, "Guests are treated with respect. However, if a guest is a thief, then there's no need for courtesy." Mo Fei raised his eyebrows and asked her, "Are you really not considering our prince’s proposal" With a high perch, Ye Li looked down at him indifferently, the corners of her lips curving into an extremely cold smile. "Mr. Mo, do you truly believe that I won’t kill you"

Mo Fei's smile on his face was slightly stiff. Since he could be sent as a messenger to see Ye Li on behalf of Prince of Zhennan, he naturally had some real skills. How could he not notice the hidden killing intent and coldness in the eyes of this beautiful woman in green

Mo Fei forced himself to smile and nodded: "I understand now. In that case... I will take my leave." After saying those words, Mo Fei bowed respectfully towards Ye Li before turning around and walking out. He had originally thought that coming to Jiaxia City would be an easy task as the Queen Consort of Ding Kingdom was just a woman despite her high status; everything she possessed came from Prince of Ding Kingdom. Mo Fei didn't take her seriously, but unexpectedly, she gave him no chance at all and even stopped him before he could say anything.

Ye Li stared at his retreating figure, smiling coolly: "Stop him."

The words had barely left her mouth when two figures darted out from both sides of the door to block Mo Fei's way. Mo Fei’s eyes widened in surprise; he turned around and glared at Ye Li angrily: "Queen Consort, what do you mean by this" Ye Li smiled and said, "Mr. Mo, if you wish to leave, please go ahead. As for Prince of Zhennan, I’m afraid you’ll have to stay a while longer." Mo Fei’s expression changed slightly; he forced a smile: "What Prince of Zhennan What nonsense is Queen Consort talking about

Sarcasm As soon as Ye Li’s words were out, everyone present immediately became vigilant and focused their attention on the four people who had accompanied Mo Fei. Ignoring the tall warrior, they zeroed in on his three servants instead. Feng Zhirao, Yuan Pei, and Qin Feng quickly changed positions, while Zhuo Jing inadvertently moved closer to Xu Qingze. Ye Li smiled at one of the men and said: "Prince of Southern Peace, if you’ve come, why hide yourself"

A moment later, a brazen laugh echoed in the room. The tall man dressed as a servant casually touched his face and his previously unremarkable appearance instantly changed. This year, the Prince of Southern Peace was only in his early fifties, but with an appearance that was 70-80% similar to Lei Tengfeng, he exuded more dignity and authority. However, the look in his eyes when he looked at Ye Li made people feel extremely uncomfortable. Any man could understand what those glimmers of light meant, and anger and killing intent flashed across Feng Zhirao’s face and others’ faces involuntarily.

Ye Li did not get angry; she had seen all kinds of people in her past life for over twenty years. This level was far from enough to make her lose her composure. She calmly watched the Southern Peace Prince laugh wildly but said nothing. When it seemed that the Southern Peace Prince finally laughed himself out, he walked over and sat down on a chair by the side. Mo Fei and the other four stood respectfully behind him. Even in servant’s attire, his arrogance was still evident.

How did the Consort see through this Truly amazing eyesight; I am impressed. The Prince of Southern Peace said with surprise.

Ye Li smiled slightly as she asked: "Zhuo Jing, haven’t we taught you that when disguising yourself to infiltrate somewhere, what’s most important is"

Zhuo Jing answered solemnly: "To look ordinary and not draw attention."

The Prince of Southern Peace raised an eyebrow: "I can’t see any flaws in this."

Zhuo Jing looked at the Prince of Southern Peace, then up to Ye Li. Receiving a slight nod from her, Zhuo Jing continued: "People with disabilities are unsuitable for impersonation." Everyone’s gaze instantly shifted to the left arm of the Prince of Southern Peace. It was well known throughout the land that over ten years ago, he had lost an arm in battle against Mo Liufang and barely escaped with his life. At first, no one paid it much heed, but when they focused on his arm, those who were sharp-eyed immediately noticed something amiss. The Prince of Southern Peace never moved his left arm, and his left hand was always hidden inside the sleeve. Although there wasn’t an empty space in the sleeve, upon closer inspection, the stiffness felt unnatural. After all, no matter what object is placed inside a sleeve, it can never replicate the feel of a real arm.

The corner of his eye twitched rapidly, clearly indicating that ZHUO Jing's words had touched upon a sore spot. Losing to Mo Liufang was an indelible shadow and humiliation in his life. However, Mo Liufang had long been dead, leaving him with no opportunity to reclaim victory. In the eyes of the world, he—Prince Nanzhen Le Zhen霆 from Xi Ling—would forever be seen as inferior to Mo Liufang. Therefore, he valued even more

how to decisively defeat the Mo Family Army and Mo Xiu Yao, because this was his only way to cleanse himself of his shame.

"Well said! The Princess Consort of Dingwang indeed has capable subordinates." After a while, Prince Nanzhen spoke in a low voice.

Ye Li nodded with a faint smile and replied: "Your Highness overestimates me."

Prince Nanzhen sized Ye Li up and then asked: "Just now, Princess Consort Dingwang rejected my letter without hesitation. May I ask if you have reconsidered"

Ye Li rested her chin in her hand and shook her head with a sigh: "This consort can't find any reason to reconsider."

Prince Nanzhen laughed loudly and said: "Does Consort Wang really think that this Prince is inferior to Mo Xiu Yao"

Ye Li tilted her head as if in thought for a moment before shaking it and saying, "How could I At the very least, Your Highness is older than our prince."

The look in Prince Nanzhen's eyes flickered slightly. Consort Wang was indeed not an ordinary woman. If he were to say that as long as Consort Wang followed him, he would immediately withdraw his troops from Dong Chu, would she accept it

"Ridiculous!" Yuan Pei became furious and slammed the table in anger, glaring at Prince Nanzhen with a fiery look. The expressions on others' faces were also not pleasant. Ye Li raised her hand to stop Yuan Pei and said with a faint smile: "Does Your Highness think that because I am a woman my brain is not functioning well" Prince Nanzhen lifted his eyebrow, puzzled and asked: "What does Consort Wang mean by that" Ye Li sneered and said: "With Xi Ling's hundreds of thousands of troops invading our Great Chu, after reaching Jiaxia City with such difficulty, Your Highness now wants to withdraw your army It won't be easy. Besides... this consort thinks it would be more convenient to exchange the prince for your withdrawal rather than ceding territory and humiliating oneself in order to get you to leave." Prince Nanzhen, are you saying

Upon hearing these words, Xi Ling's few attendants immediately changed color. The man who looked like a military officer drew his sword with a clang to protect in front of Prince Nanzhen. Ye Li raised her delicate eyebrows and smiled without speaking.

The Prince of Southern Zhen raised his hand to press down the weapon held by one of his subordinates and said, "Everyone in this room is a top-notch expert. Princess Consort Ding agreed to let you bring your sword inside because she has confidence that it won't pose any threat to her. Put it away." The man looked at Ye Li with some reluctance but ultimately obeyed the Prince's instructions and put his longsword away. As he was about to become a prisoner, the Prince of Southern Zhen seemed not in a hurry. Ye Li, as the hostess, naturally wasn't in a rush either; she leisurely sat there drinking tea. After a while, the Prince of Southern Zhen sighed and said, "Although I took this risk today, meeting with Princess Consort was worth it." "What are your plans" Ye Li asked, putting down her teacup. "I said that everyone else can leave but please stay for a few days," she added to the prince. The Prince of Southern Zhen shook his head and replied, "Military affairs are busy; I fear I must disappoint Princess Consort's kindness." "It's fine. If you believe your group could break through Jiangxia on their own..." Ye Li said casually.The Prince of Southern Zhen bowed his head in thought for a moment before lifting it to smile. "How about this: there is someone in my hands that might interest the princess consort. Consider this person as today's gift from me."Ye Li raised an eyebrow, her heart stirring slightly while she maintained a calm expression and watched him silently. The Prince of Southern Zhen didn't beat around the bush; he stated directly, "The Young Master of Nan Hou, is it not also your brother-in-law""The Young Master of Nan Hou is in the hands of the prince" The Prince of Southern Zhen smiled but said nothing as Ye Li asked, "How can I believe you, Your Highness""Your Highness can let me meet him first," the Prince replied.Seeing his behavior, Ye Li knew that there was an eighty percent chance that the Young Master of Nan Hou was indeed in the hands of the Prince of Southern Zhen. The same question arose: whether to exchange the Prince of Southern Zhen for the Young Master of Nan Hou or not.After a long silence, she finally said, "Alright, I will release you from the city upon meeting with the Young Master of Nan Hou.""It's settled," he agreed.Ye Li then had someone take the Prince and his group away. The study immediately erupted in commotion. Yuan Pei asked anxiously, "Princess Consort, exchanging the Prince of Southern Zhen for the Young Master of Nan Hou... is it too..."It was clear to everyone that this was an unfavorable transaction; the weight of the two figures differed greatly. Ye Li smiled at Feng Zhirao and asked, "Feng San, what do you think"Feng Zhirao pointed his fan at his chin, thinking for a moment before saying, "The Prince of Southern Zhen cannot be killed. If he dies, Jiangxia and the places occupied by Xiling will certainly face bloody retaliation from Xiling. Moreover, Le Tengfeng, the Young Master of Southern Zhen stationed in XinYang, is not an easy foe to deal with. If he attacks Jiangxia out of vengeance for his father, we may not be able to hold on either. Furthermore, if the Prince of Southern Zhen dies, the current balance between the three countries and the imperial court’s thoughts about Black Family Army will change unpredictably, which would leave us in a difficult position... In addition, though Nan Hou is usually neutral and indifferent to political affairs, he still has considerable power both at court and in the military. If we rescue the Young Master of Nan Hou, even if his support cannot benefit our King Ding's Mansion, it won't make him an enemy."Yuan Pei wasn’t ignorant either; after hearing Feng Zhirao’s explanation, he thought for a moment before nodding and saying, "I was inconsiderate, please forgive me, Princess Consort."Ye Li shook her head and said, "If we could kill the Prince of Southern Zhen, that would be wonderful. Unfortunately, we aren't prepared to do so yet. Let his head remain on his neck for a while longer.i sighed and shook her head. She asked, "Am I being too soft Being an undercover operative is not foreign to me; naturally, I understand what they must endure. The best way for Yao Ji, given her ident...