The Anarchic Consort

While Helian Wei Wei was thinking, an incomparably soft fox fur cloak covered her from the head down, exuding his distinctive sandalwood fragrance. Once worn, it felt very warm and comfortable.

Wei Wei furrowed her eyebrows. This kind of gesture could very easily attract other glances and cause those young ladies to fix their attention on her, which wouldn’t be anything good.

She couldn’t believe Third Prince didn’t understand this kind of logic.

Wei Wei opened her mouth to speak and was just going to refuse.

When she heard Baili Jia Jue’s voice proclaim levelly. “Continue to move forward. Those without an umbrella go to Eunuch Sun to get a rain cloak. Don’t cause a delay.”

His last sentence clearly emphasized his criticism of Wei Wei for slowing them down.

Helian Jiao Er’s eyes which had just oozed poison now flashed a smiling expression. The maid holding her umbrella slowly curved her lips. That’s good, they haven’t arrived at Hidden Temple, and Third Prince already started to get impatient with that slut. Wait until the plan at Hidden Spirit Temple was implemented. His Highness would regard her as a vile woman even more so!

Other people were also rejoicing in somebody else’s misfortune, as they continued to chat and laugh while continuing to move forward. Nobody really went to get a rain cloak at all. Basically, everybody understood Third Prince’s intent. Even though His Highness spoke levelly and formally, it’s difficult cover up how he spurned Wei Wei in his words.

Only Eunuch Sun didn’t think that way. He just stood to one side doing his best to swallow a mouthful of saliva.

Wasn’t…. wasn’t that fox fur cloak His Highness’ favorite article of clothing.

Last year, Young Master Lie got his handprint on it and almost got beaten up by Master into a meat patty.

Yet right now, His Highness unexpectedly put this cloak on a woman? ! ? ! !

Eunuch Sun almost suspected whether his cataracts had gotten worse, or maybe Retired Emperor had given him so much pressure recently that he was dreaming of His Highness finally getting things straight…bullsh*t!

Even if he got it straight, it still wouldn’t be with this Miss Helian. That meant that he was only having a nightmare within a nightmare!

What’s more, when had His Highness ever asked him to prepare cloaks for everyone?

He didn’t even have a single one, you know!

Eunuch Sun’s heart was raging, on his face was a rigid smiling expression. It’s just that when his senses returned to him, he then discovered that his master already left far away, so he hurriedly brought the umbrella over again.

Wei Wei actually didn’t care what Baili Jia Jue was thinking, but she wasn’t stupid. The way things turned out right now was much better than before. She could also enjoy this cloak that’s giving her warmth with a clear conscience.

Mmmm….wonder how much money his cloak would fetch if she sold it.

Last time, that handkerchief sold for ten thousand taels of silver. This cloak should be ten times that at least.

“Return it to me after you’ve washed it.” As if he knew what she was thinking, the man’s incomparably demonically cold voice once again sounded by her ear. “If I discover again that something that should’ve been in your possession appeared in the open market, whoever purchased it from you will have their business closed by me.”

His last few words were spoken very, very slowly, so slowly that even Wei Wei’s scalp felt numb, before that slightly cold, unsympathetic voice faded into the distance.

His entire body was classically handsome, no matter when one looked upon it, it was perfectly self-controlled, without any weaknesses.

Wei Wei silently dispelled her notion of selling the thing. If Third Prince threatened her with some kind of retaliation against her, Wei Wei could completely ignore him, even if he threatened her, as the queen of munitions, she wasn’t to be trifled with.

However, the man said instead, whoever purchased her cloak would have his business closed…this kind of two-faced method, how the heck did he think of it!

Wei Wei felt that her own shamelessness couldn’t compare to Third Prince. If she couldn’t sell it, then she’ll just make good use of what was his. In any case, this cloak feels pretty good on.

“Your Highness.” Shadow quietly appeared behind Baili Jia Jue, one knee bent on the rainy ground, his entire strong body dressed in black. “Your Highness guessed absolutely correctly. There’s an issue with this broken tree.”

Baili Jia Jue’s eyes flashed. He stood with his back to the sunset and appeared to have come from a manga. In this split second, he didn’t appear merely apathetic and graceful, but rather also dense with a killing aura. “Protect Retired Emperor. Today, no one’s allowed to enter the temple, if they do, kill without holding back!”

“Yes.” Shadow looked down, and his figure was concealed again.

A journey that would’ve originally taken only an incense’s time in a horse’s carriage, now without a carriage, in addition to it raining and slippery slopes, even if it was orderly, when they reached the hilltop, they sky was already getting dark. Fortunately, the rain stopped at last.

The imperial guards who led at the front ran over and was going to knock on the door when they heard an elderly voice arrive. “Ahmitahba, repent and be absolved of crimes, I didn’t know honored guests have arrived. Please pardon me for not having gone out to meet you, ah, please forgive me for not having gone out to meet you.”

That voice was deep and low, was graceful, yet also contained a tranquility that couldn’t be put into words, making the person who heard it very easily want to relax their emotions and conform to the natural course of things.

The imperial bodyguards looked left and right, only hearing the voice, but unable to see the person. The door also couldn’t be pushed open so they became so anxious their foreheads started to sweat.

Baili Jia Jue walked over nonchalantly, his gaze fell on his waist, the tone of his voice was emotionless. “The knife has been let go.”

“Third Prince is indeed bright.” After the voice dropped, that wood door slowly opened as an elderly man stood there empty-handed, about sixty years of age, white beard and white eyebrows, his entire body covered by a casaya. This was precisely the head of the temple.

He circulated the beads on the strand of buddhist beads and burst out laughing. “I learned that Retired Emperor was coming, so vegetarian food has already been prepared at the temple. How about following me to first invite Retired Emperor over? It’s been awhile since I’ve seen Third Prince, I’d like to consult with Third Prince regarding some Buddhist doctrines.”

Basically everyone in Dragon War Empire knew the grudges between Third Prince and Shaolin Temple.

This was how it happened. That year, this temple’s head was still an unbridled self-centered show-off who infiltrated the beggar’s clan as their ****leader within the entire capitol.

He’d beat up anybody without a moment’s thought, yet fell at the hands of a little boy.

As for this matter, it’s also because the abbot had bad luck. At that time, he actually recognized the wrong person, and had Third Prince mistaken as the son of that family, so he kidnapped him to the top of the mountain.

After that…they were pounded! ! !

You tell me, how could there be such a boy in the world!

Even if he was ferocious, he still should’ve fought back while he was being captured!

That way, they wouldn’t have been completely wiped out.

Even until today, whenever Abbot Fang Zhang thought about a person from that time, he would get so angry his teeth ached, especially when recalling his words ‘It’s pretty interesting to be kidnapped!’

Did they look like they’re playing a game! Did they! ! !

From that day forward, they were completely swept clean by the officers.

At that time, Abbot Fang Zhang finally found out that it turned out the boy wasn’t anyone other than the world famous Third Prince.

Because of this, Fang Zhang truly received a mental blow, everything he did since then was for the sake of defeating this genius Highness!

This included his conversion to Buddhism, because Shaolin Temple represented the peak of martial arts studies in the world.

This rumor was no longer a secret in the capital.

That’s why, when Fang Zhang had just finished saying those words, everybody’s gaze turned towards Baili Jia Jue.

Yet he only brushed away the dust that wasn’t on his fingertips and casually said. “You want to trade blows with me?”

“I’m consulting you regarding Buddhist doctrine!” Fang Zhang corrected Baili Jia Jue’s statement without any change in his expression.

Baili Jia Jue uttered ‘mm’ then smiled shallowly like a devil. “Then forget it, I don’t know Buddhist doctrine.”

Fang Zhang quickly opened his mouth. “It’s martial arts! Martial arts!”

“Oh.” Baili Jia Jue lazily yawned. “The mountain is too cold, I don’t feel like moving.”

Fang Zhang:…then we should still trade blows, are you toying with me! ! ! !