Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 508 - Three Hundred and Thirty-One: A Clash of Opponents

Chapter 508: Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty-One: A Clash of Opponents

"The last shall follow the command!"

The deep and sonorous voice was crisp and decisive, and after speaking, the white-armored strong man stood up, intending to leave the tent with the characteristic vigor and decisiveness of the military.

Seeing this, Xu Yuan’s cheeks twitched, equally crisp and decisive.

"Wait a moment!"

"...."

The movements of the white-armored strong man taking three steps in two slightly hesitated.

When the Imperial Allied Army marched south from the Northern Border City, the Third Young Master from the Prime Minister’s Mansion had been by the prince’s side, and had disappeared with him, so the identity of the man who had come with the princess was self-evident.

However, the white-armored strong man turned not to the silently watching Xu Yuan, but to Li Qingyan.

Sitting in the main seat, Li Qingyan’s long, slender finger tapping on the table paused slightly, her tone growing colder:

"What are you standing around for?"

Seeing this, the white-armored strong man hurriedly bowed and said:

"Understood."

Having said that, he then walked towards the outside of the tent.

But this time, the white-armored strong man walked very slowly.

Based merely on military merits and bravery, it was hard for him to rise to the rank of colonel before middle age.

The orders of the Third Young Master were akin to wielding a sword from the former dynasty to slay an official of the current one, but the problem was that the current "emperor" seemed to have a connection with the one wielding the sword.

So he had to think it over.

If he offended the Third Young Master, who might whisper in the prince’s ear from time to time, his minor position as a colonel could not bear the consequences.

Xu Yuan uttered a light "hiss" and walked leisurely to the table, his brows slightly furrowed, protesting in a low voice:

"That’s not it, why see her?"

Li Qingyan lifted her gaze to meet his, yielding nothing:

"Can’t I meet with the Jiatiange Saintess?"

Xu Yuan took a deep breath, his expression solemn and tone serious:

"Is this a time for romance?"

"Oh? How am I being romantic?"

"The Second Prince might be in contact with Jiatiange. We can’t let Tianyan know we are still alive."

"Tianyan?"

Li Qingyan murmured, staring at him, her red lips curving slightly: "So that’s her name, huh."

"That’s not it, I’m not joking with you."

Xu Yuan’s voice rose slightly, all business: "In the eyes of outsiders, we are currently missing, even presumed dead. The benefits of concealing our identities and heading south far outweigh exposing ourselves here."

As he spoke, he glanced with his peripheral vision at the Great Grandmaster strong man who had, in a few breaths’ time, walked less than ten meters with his back to them, and inwardly gave him a nod of approval.

Li Qingyan also glanced at the strong man, narrowing her eyes.

"..." The white-armored strong man steeled himself, pretending not to see.

Li Qingyan didn’t expose him, her voice taking on a hint of amusement:

"You... just don’t want me to meet her?"

"..." Xu Yuan.

You have the Yantian Art, another has military formations, what do I have?

An iron skull?

If it had been a month earlier, you could meet however you wanted, a Soul Condensation expert cannot withstand so much agitation.

Clearing his throat, Xu Yuan spoke evenly:

"Not at all, I’m merely making an objective analysis. Was I wrong in what I said just now? Now that Father Emperor and the others have already taken action, the appearance of the Jiatiange Saintess here must have some...."

"Changtian, you are right."

Li Qingyan nodded thoughtfully and then suddenly added:

"But the problem is, now she has a token from your maternal uncle."

"..." Xu Yuan’s expression froze.

He had already considered this point, which was why he had been consciously steering the conversation away from it, but it seemed the princess had been waiting right here for him to mention it.

After a moment of silence, Xu Yuan stubbornly said:

"What does that prove?"

"It proves nothing?"

Li Qingyan laughed softly, leaning back in her chair, lifting the finger that had tapped the desktop, beginning to gently twirl a strand of her long, black hair falling behind her, lifting her gaze to look at him:

"From what I can infer, this means that the Jiatiange Saintess has been to the Imperial Capital, has visited your Prime Minister’s Mansion, and has even gained some level of approval from Minister Xu, don’t you think?"

"Cough, is there a possibility that it was my maternal uncle who gave it to her?" Xu Yuan said.

Considering the detachment of his Sword Saint uncle, it wasn’t strange for him to give Tianyan a token. After all, he had almost slain her at their first encounter, and upon seeing each other again in the Imperial Capital, he ought to compensate the junior...

As he was musing, Xu Yuan suddenly noticed Li Qingyan’s gaze turn soft and tender, as if looking at a simpleton.

After a few seconds of eye contact, Xu Yuan casually waved his hand:

"Fine, as you wish."

As his words fell, the white-armored strong man immediately felt an immense relief, and in a blink, vanished from the interior of the tent.

Xu Yuan moved forward and leaned casually against the side of the table, sighing softly.

What he had considered was indeed possible, since that was just his uncle’s character, but that would be assuming there was no conflict of interest.

Tianyan was a Jiatiange envoy, a Saintess heading to the capital, while his uncle was the Prime Minister’s big brother.

Now was the honeymoon period for the Imperial Family and the Prime Minister’s Mansion. The three prefectures of the Northern Frontier had just wiped out the Barbarian Tribes together and had started to make moves against the Northern Border Sects. At such a critical juncture, what did it mean for the Sword Saint to suddenly give a token to a Jiatiange Saintess?

Had a secret deal been struck behind the scenes?

Was there a plan to betray the "alliance"?

Feng Jiuxuan and Tianyan weren’t common folk; the vast entities they represented meant that their every action could have far-reaching implications.

Even if his uncle wanted to give, his father would never agree.

But the current problem was, his uncle had indeed given it, and Tianyan was brazenly wielding that token in Northern Border City, which meant....

Thinking about it, Xu Yuan sighed again.

Such a hassle, sigh....

"Stop sighing."