Chaotic World Book
Chapter 219 - 214: With a Knife and Wine, Why Need a Prince?

Chapter 219: Chapter 214: With a Knife and Wine, Why Need a Prince?

The so-called Heavenly Book has spirits, either like Dragon Sparrow with just a spirituality and not a life. If it was a life, Zhao Changhe now felt there was an eighty percent chance it was the blind girl. The phrase "I’ll kill you first after unsealing" sounded much like a menacing threat.

Zhao Changhe was, of course, harboring a lot of resentment toward the blind girl who inexplicably dragged him into this world. If you can’t beat them, couldn’t you vex them from another angle?

If it really was her, she probably had a very important purpose, and such vexation mostly had to be endured.

Moreover, Zhao Changhe didn’t quite believe that the Heavenly Book unsealed itself because of "severe humiliation"... Some things couldn’t just happen from potential alone; not understanding math doesn’t change from humiliation, does it? If these words were just an excuse from the blind girl, perhaps smearing this stuff might actually be useful.

Whether it was as he guessed or not, a trial was definitely necessary again.

If he was completely wrong, and if after the real unsealing, a loli furiously jumped out and knifed him, he’d accept it.

Zhao Changhe nervously looked at the golden foil, which remained quiet and unresponsive just like the first time he applied it.

He sighed, washed it with water again, and tucked it back into his chest.

The two women watched him like it was a performance art, puzzled and uncomprehending.

"Ahem." Zhao Changhe went to untie Cui Yuanyang’s ropes, and though Cui Yuanyang relaxed from his bindings, he didn’t explode in rage but sat there blushing, flexing his limbs.

Curiosity had overridden his thoughts earlier, but afterward, his face burned fiercely, feeling witnessing this was beyond his capacity.

Big Brother Zhao is no good man; he intentionally let me see...

It’s like after being stamped, I completely became his thing...

But then, Zhao Changhe returned to the bed to hug the little White Tiger, whispering softly, "Looking at Vermilion Bird Venerable’s attitude, I feel like our obstacles aren’t as severe as I imagined before—there might still be a chance. I’ll try my best..."

Xia Chichi lazily began dressing, and Cui Yuanyang only then realized that his acupoints were unknowingly unlocked by him, so the latter half was essentially him voluntarily flattering...

Xia Chichi lazily said, "Don’t underestimate how stubborn the Venerable can be about the teachings. Her current favorable attitude may have unknown reasons—it’s just superficial. Don’t think she has changed. I fear the most vicious among those who may want to kill you eventually could be her... That’s also why I’ve always refrained from genuinely supporting you, afraid of crossing her lines... Do you blame me?"

Zhao Changhe shook his head, "I only blame myself for not being strong enough."

Xia Chichi smiled faintly and kissed his face gently, "You are already quite strong, especially from my perspective, who saw you in your early days—it’s like witnessing the rise of a miracle. Changhe, do you know..."

"Hmm?"

"The strength of a man is also a kind of aphrodisiac... If you were mediocre, I don’t know if I would abandon you. Even if I wouldn’t, it would only be from a condescending position, taking care of you, never willingly played by you. Does that sound opportunistic to you?"

Zhao Changhe shook his head, "That’s pretty normal... If it were that way, never mind whether or not you would leave me, I wouldn’t even have the face to see you."

Xia Chichi ran her fingers through her hair, speaking softly, "If you become stronger, not only will the Venerable’s thoughts change, but even that sly rabbit eavesdropping on us now—if you conquered her now, her father wouldn’t say anything."

Cui Yuanyang: "..."

"Are Tang Wanju and Yue Hongling now exhibiting a condescending attitude of expectation? In my eyes, they have no right... While I sincerely serve, how dare they assume a superior stance?"

Zhao Changhe: "..."

"As for expectation, only I, as your senior brother, have the right to expect. I look forward to the day Tang Wanju kneels in worship and Yue Hongling clings like a little bird, what a scene that will be."

Xia Chichi spoke, finally adjusting her appearance, casually got off the bed, and pinched Cui Yuanyang’s face while he glared at her furiously, then turning her head with a light laugh, "The Venerable has summoned me, I must leave... I’m waiting for the day you boldly enter the Four Symbols Sect and openly ask for the hand of the Holy Daughter."

As her voice fell, she had disappeared outside the window.

Dressed in white, carrying a sword, striding through the moon.

Clearly, a proud swordsman, where was the coy submissiveness of the alluring demoness from before?

Cui Yuanyang watched her dumbfoundedly, feeling this might be the sister he had seen the most.

Never mind her, even Zhao Changhe felt he had not fully understood Xia Chichi.

After all, it had been years since our youth, and our experiences had diverged significantly; now, I couldn’t even decide which of my public personas was the real me—let alone guess for Chichi...

Right, this little bunny in front of me, doesn’t it also have several faces?

Seeing his gaze turn toward him, Cui Yuanyang subconsciously shrank back and chuckled sheepishly, "Yangyang is still young..."

Zhao Changhe replied irritably, "What do you think I’m going to do?"

"Isn’t it obvious, tying me up here to watch..."

"Hmm, giving you some knowledge about sexual health to prevent you from being deceived later on."

Cui Yuanyang blushed and spat, "You’re clearly being indecent."

Zhao Changhe also pinched her cheek and pulled it left and right, "I was never a good person to begin with, I warned you, but you didn’t listen. Now I won’t even let you escape."

Cui Yuanyang let him pinch her, staring steadily at him for a while before saying, "Brother Zhao..."

"Hm?"

"This trip outside, it was actually my father intentionally letting me meet you. He doesn’t want you to forget about me, nor do I, so I took the initiative to flirt and do shameful things with you. Do you think I’m very scheming?"

Zhao Changhe’s lips twitched, "I think your father is even more scheming, playing both sides. But then I think about your being from the Cui Family, and it seems it’s in your nature."

Cui Yuanyang said, "Since the last time we were together, I sensed that you dislike Aristocratic Families."

"Uh-huh..."

"Does that include the Tang family?"

"Includes the Tang family."

Cui Yuanyang seemed relieved but then immediately added, "Even if you dislike them, you could still feign politeness with the Wang Family; there are many benefits. Why reject them so directly and perhaps place yourself in great danger?"

Zhao Changhe looked at her, a bit surprised, and laughed, "Catering to the powerful by being deceitful? That Zhao Changhe wouldn’t be me. Does Yangyang really like that idea?"

Cui Yuanyang tilted her head and thought, "I don’t know, as long as it’s Brother Zhao, I suppose I would like him regardless. Besides, if you were to cater to anyone, it would certainly start with my family, not the Wang Family!"

Zhao Changhe could only laugh in resignation.

"If it were you, even if not assuming great power, at least claiming a little land as king would be very easy. But it seems like Brother Zhao has never even considered it, right?"

Zhao Changhe rubbed her round face, "I have my sword and my wine; I don’t need a title."

Cui Yuanyang let him continue, her serious eyes gradually filling with tenderness once more.

Chichi says a man’s strength is an aphrodisiac.

But to Cui Yuanyang, it was this rebellious, unrefined nature that was her aphrodisiac, ever since they met—a lethal attraction, completely opposite her childhood surroundings.

"I want to run away from home again." Cui Yuanyang slowly buried her head in his chest and murmured, "I can’t stay out long this time; I have to go back after discussing a wedding with the Wang Family. But it feels like I haven’t started anything. I just met Brother Zhao and still want to wander the Worldly Society with you, to visit the Northern Desert and Jiangnan."

Zhao Changhe rubbed her head, "The winds are changing in Yanmen of the North, and Maitreya sweeps across Jiangnan. The world has changed."

Cui Yuanyang’s youthful romantic notions faded, leaving her helplessly amused, but she said nothing further and just leaned into his embrace to savor his scent.

The world had changed, but he had not, which was wonderful.

"Brother Zhao, if you want to leave Langya, I can ask Uncle Lu Ya to set up some diversions for you. By the time you’re a thousand miles away, even the Wang Family won’t know where you are. Or you could travel back with my caravan and take a detour once we reach Qinghe; then absolutely no one would find you."

Cui Yuanyang spoke with a hint of hope in her eyes; going to Qinghe sounded great, a place where she could have fun for a long time.

"No need," Zhao Changhe grinned, "I’ll still be around here for a few more days; there’s some unfinished business yet."