The Useless Heiress Is Actually A Bigshot
Chapter 680: Fearful

Chapter 680: Chapter 680: Fearful

After some thought, Han An still didn’t dare to tell the truth. She carefully considered her words before speaking, "Prince, as you know, Master’s attitude towards me has been very poor. Do you think she would really tell me something like that? And even if she did, it might not necessarily be true!"

Upon hearing Han An’s words, Nolan Chenyu fell into deep thought.

Although he didn’t want to admit it, Han An’s words did make sense. The State Preceptor had publicly issued a notice cutting off their relationship so openly that it was clear she no longer held any place for her disciple, Han An, in her heart.

That the State Preceptor harbored such hatred for Han An made him wonder if that anger would extend to himself.

Initially, he thought having Han An, the State Preceptor’s disciple, was a good thing for him. Now it seemed that the disadvantages outweighed the benefits.

Thinking of all this, Nolan Chenyu’s expression turned ugly. Waving his hand dismissively at Han An, he spoke impatiently, "Alright, you have no further business here. Leave us!"

The look of disdain on his face was a far cry from the tenderness of just moments ago, as if he was shooing away something insignificant.

Watching Nolan Chenyu’s attitude, Han An’s heart sank to its nadir.

Even though she had come to understand that Nolan Chenyu’s use of her was far greater than his affection, deep down she couldn’t help but harbor a small hope that there was some genuineness to his feelings for her.

But seeing Nolan Chenyu’s dismissive demeanor, she knew that all her hopes were merely illusions.

Having left the room and closed the door behind her, Han An stood there, a hint of ruthlessness flickering in her eyes.

She had nearly lost everything now: her status as the disciple of the State Preceptor, her ability in divination, and the love from Prince Yu she had assumed was hers.

Now having almost nothing left, she absolutely could not lose her status as Princess Consort Yu. Otherwise, she would truly have nothing. If she lost Prince Yu’s love, she had to secure her position as his consort. She would not give Prince Yu any chance to cast her aside.

With these thoughts, a sinister smile crept onto Han An’s lips.

The guards at the door shuddered at the sight of Han An’s smile. They even doubted their own eyes - the Princess Consort was always gentle and kind-hearted, how could she bear such a macabre smile?

Rubbing their eyes and looking again at Han An, they saw only the dignified, gentle, and kind Princess Consort they knew day to day.

After giving a slight nod to the two guards, Han An turned and left.

Early in the morning, Zhong Nianyao rose, had breakfast, and then headed to the Imperial Study with Lu Yichen.

Inside the Imperial Study—

The atmosphere was particularly solemn, with all seven sons of Nolan Deye gathered there.

They were well aware of the reason for their visit that day, and even just standing there, they couldn’t contain the whirlwind of strange thoughts that overwhelmed their hearts.

However, one person’s expression was exceptionally grim, that being Nolan Chenyu. Despite some mental preparation, deep down he still harbored a sliver of false hope.

As for the others, they each harbored their own thoughts. Those who had taken action yesterday, as well as those who hadn’t, felt uneasy at this moment.

After all, from the beginning, no one would have guessed that the Father Emperor would entrust the selection of the heir to the State Preceptor. Especially since the State Preceptor had just returned not long ago and was so eager to choose the next Crown Prince.

Nolan Delai swept his eyes over his sons, the sharpness in his gaze occasionally resting on them, as if assessing something.

Confronted with such penetrating scrutiny, those with guilty consciences couldn’t help but avoid his gaze.

Observing the eyes that dared not meet his, Nolan Delai felt a flash of disappointment.

Although he knew his sons, he realized that they had kept much from him.

Indeed, he was right to leave the responsibility of choosing the next King to the State Preceptor. The State Preceptor would surely be able to select the most suitable successor to strengthen their Lai Country.

During his contemplation, someone reported that the State Preceptor had arrived.

Nolan Delai quickly stood up. Upon seeing Zhong Nianyao entering, he immediately rose and went to greet her.

"State Preceptor, you’ve arrived!"

However, upon seeing Lu Yichen entering with Zhong Nianyao, his expression became somewhat awkward, "State Preceptor, this—"

Selecting a suitable successor is a serious matter. Aside from the old eunuch who had served him for many years, he had dismissed everyone else from the Imperial Study.

But now, Zhong Nianyao was bringing in a stranger, which seemed inappropriate!

Zhong Nianyao glanced at Lu Yichen beside her and then smiled, "You need not worry, he won’t speak out of turn. Plus—"

"Emperor, you probably don’t know, he is someone like me. Only, his strength far exceeds mine. How should I put it? With a wave of his hand, the entirety of Lai Country could be reduced to ash in an instant."

"This is not an exaggeration, but the truth. You should be well aware that I never lie."

As she spoke, Zhong Nianyao was unconcerned with the presence of anyone else, so everyone in the Imperial Study heard her clear voice.

Suddenly, aside from Zhong Nianyao, everyone’s gaze towards Lu Yichen was tainted with intense wariness.

How could someone capable of destroying a country with a wave of his hand be an ordinary person?

They should have realized sooner that a person like the State Preceptor would never choose an ordinary person as her companion!

Watching the gazes of the others, Zhong Nianyao smiled and shook her head, "You need not worry. Although he has such power, he is not one who delights in senseless slaughter. So he will not destroy Lai Country."

Though she spoke thus, Nolan Delai couldn’t help but feel a greater wariness and desire to please when facing Lu Yichen.

"State Preceptor, these are my seven sons."

Nolan Delai had not forgotten the main purpose of the day. Pointing to the row of sons lined up, he said, "Please help me select the most suitable successor. I am confident that whoever you choose as Crown Prince will lead our Lai Country to greatness."

The corners of Zhong Nianyao’s mouth curled into a smile as she took Lu Yichen’s hand, then slowly walked past the seven princes.