The Favored Heiress
Chapter 541: Who Tampered with the Map?

Chapter 541: Chapter 541: Who Tampered with the Map?

Facing the serious inquiry of Prince Wu Lv, Li Qiao hid her right hand by her side, "It’s not serious, just a minor injury."

"You always say it’s a minor injury, but isn’t it always the case that your skin is torn and your blood flows like a river?" Prince Wu Lv said while pointing at her wrist, "Look at yourself, the gauze is all red, and you still call that a minor injury?"

Li Qiao: "..."

She sighed with a bit of helplessness, "Uncle Wu, I don’t have my skin torn..."

"Still talking back," Prince Wu Lv sternly scolded her.

Li Qiao pursed her lips and stopped talking, meanwhile making a gesture of invitation.

As a result, Feng Yi watched as the usually stoic Prince Wu Lv stood in front of Li Qiao and talked on and on for quite a while.

And his good sister, hanging her head, scratched her ear, tugged at her skirt hem, seemingly accustomed to this.

That was Prince Wu Lv, a person even the British Imperial Royal Family had to show deference to.

Feng Yi finally started to feel that something was off.

After his observations lasting three minutes, he drew a conclusion.

Prince Wu Lv was indeed scolding Li Qiao, but his behavior and gestures clearly had the feel of a parent earnestly advising their child.

Soon, the surroundings quieted down, and Li Qiao glanced up with raised eyebrows, "Uncle Wu, are you done?"

Prince Wu Lv had a stern face, one hand behind his back, putting on an air of the family patriarch, "Did you remember all I said?"

Li Qiao nodded obediently, "I remember. Would you like me to introduce you to someone?"

If Mr. and Mrs. Li had been on the scene, they would probably be dumbfounded at this tableau.

After all, it was rare to see Li Qiao being so obedient and docile, even if she was pretending.

"Yes, bring them over," Prince Wu Lv’s expression softened slightly, after which he saw Li Qiao turn around and step back, quickly coming back with an extremely handsome and tall man.

Feng Yi felt a bit out of place but still followed behind Shang Yu out of curiosity.

Now, Li Qiao stood in front of Prince Wu Lv holding the man’s hand, "Uncle Wu, my fiancé, Shang Shaoyan."

She still used the Myanmar language to introduce him and was about to translate for him when the man stood up straight, bent slightly at the waist, and extended his hand politely, greeting in Myanmar language, "Hello, Prince Wu Lv."

Li Qiao: "?"

He speaks Myanmar language?!

In terms of height, Prince Wu Lv was half a head shorter than Shang Yu.

But the unassailable aura he carried was almost on par with Shang Yu’s.

Prince Wu Lv did not immediately shake hands with him, and his sharp eyes fell on the man.

After several appraisals, his stern face visibly softened, and as he shook hands, he nodded with satisfaction, "No need for formalities, just like the girl, call me Uncle Wu."

"Uncle Wu," Shang Yu nodded slightly, his posture neither too humble nor too proud, yet conveying the respect in his behavior.

Li Qiao, standing beside them, looked up at the majestic dome, surprised to find out he spoke Myanmar language.

Prince Wu Lv had a brief conversation with Shang Yu and before leaving, turned to Li Qiao and earnestly admonished, "You’re engaged now, don’t be so impetuous, be more steady, understand?"

Li Qiao still nodded, "I understand, take care."

Prince Wu Lv gave her a cool glance and turned to look at Shang Yu, "Little Shang, this child is too headstrong, she’ll be quite a handful for you in the future."

Shang Yu, with a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, watched Li Qiao, who was looking down at her toes, "Certainly."

It wasn’t long before Count William also stepped out from Dam Hall at a brisk pace, personally seeing him off from the Earl’s Mansion.

One can imagine that after tonight, Count William will be the talk of the British Imperial realm.

Even Prince Wu Lv from Myanmar attended the Earl’s Mansion’s dinner party, coupled with his status as a member of the House of Lords, his career pathway seems remarkably unhindered.

...

At nine o’clock at night, six Bentley cars belonging to Duke Charlman sequentially drove out from the side gate of the Earl’s Mansion.

Along the way, Xiao Yehui leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes to rest, a vibration from the phone in his pocket prompted him to take it out and glance before hanging up directly.

The night was like thick ink, the streetlight’s glow shot in through the window, half-illuminating his face with light and shadow, "Find out who sent the message to Li Qiao."

Xiao Yehui’s gaze rested on the phone, then lifted slightly to the rearview mirror.

The driving bodyguard immediately nodded, "Yes, Duke."

Silence once again permeated the car, the bodyguard pondered for a few seconds and then subtly broached, "Duke, I asked Mr. William, and it seems Miss Li came tonight with Prince Wu Lv from Myanmar."

Xiao Yehui’s fingers instantly pressed the phone’s screen, he opened his eyelids inch by inch, and through the rearview mirror locked eyes with the bodyguard, speaking slowly, "Are you sure?"

The bodyguard immediately nodded, "Very sure, they were personally welcomed by Mr. William himself."

Prince Wu Lv...

Xiao Yehui’s gaze turned deep as he looked out the window, a faint smile curling at his lips.

He truly hadn’t known Xiao Qi had such formidable connections in Myanmar.

Could it be said... that the identity of one of the Border Seven Sons wasn’t what she had always relied on?

...

On the other side, Li Qiao and Shang Yu returned to the Royal Hotel.

Although they maintained appearances of calm, Xiao Yehui’s presence must have left a significant imprint on Li Qiao’s mind, but she didn’t show it.

For instance, at this moment, deep into the night, two figures hugged each other sound asleep on the master bedroom’s bed.

The clock’s hands reached three in the morning; Li Qiao slowly opened her eyes.

She carefully moved the arm resting on her waist, paused, and turned her head to look at the man beside her, breathing evenly. Seeing that he wasn’t awakened, she took her phone and got up out of bed.

The moonlight spilled on the ground outside the window; Li Qiao walked to the bar, opened the mini-fridge, and took out several cans of beer, then sat down on the sofa, drinking alone under the dark night sky.

No lights were on in the living room; after drinking half a can, she opened her phone’s contact list but hesitated to make a call.

A few seconds later, Li Qiao came to the window, didn’t struggle for long, and as her thumb pressed down, the phone rang once, then Bo Tingxiao’s gentle voice came through, "Xiao Qi?"

She had indeed heard this nickname many times today.

Li Qiao lowered her gaze and sighed softly, asking faintly, "Brother Xiao, why was the route you provided back then wrong?"

Bo Tingxiao didn’t speak for a long time, when he did his voice was a few tones raspier, "Why do you suddenly ask this?"

"Was the map altered?" Li Qiao didn’t reply but voiced her own suspicion.

Bo Tingxiao took the opportunity to light a cigarette, "Who told you?"

Li Qiao pursed her lips slightly, her voice growing more ethereal in the night, "It seems to be true then."

There were things she could choose not to investigate, but there were also truths she needed to know.

Bo Tingxiao, back in the country, found himself unsure of how to answer Li Qiao’s questions for the first time.

Even he couldn’t be certain of the matter, and speaking about it would only add to the worries, serving no purpose.