Chapter 12: Saved a Handsome Guy!

Bi Zhu fell silent.

At that moment, Luo Yi turned her gaze toward Luo Xia, wishing she could strangle her on the spot! This useless wretch had actually knocked aside her fireball with a chair just now! Even with her spiritual power sealed, how could that have happened... Unless—

Luo Yi felt her heart leap into her throat, but upon closer inspection, Luo Xia still showed not the slightest trace of spiritual power.

Thank goodness.

Luo Yi breathed a sigh of relief. It must have been pure luck when Luo Xia hurled that chair. Yes, that must be it!

Now, Luo Yi’s mind was consumed with thoughts of how to torment Luo Xia further! She’d been holding in her anger all day; if she didn’t vent it on Luo Xia, how could she possibly be satisfied? Why should she suffer while Luo Xia enjoyed her peace?

Luo Xia read Luo Yi’s intentions like an open book.

“Luo Yi, after all these years, aren’t you tired of bullying me yet?”

In the past, Luo Xia would have knelt on the ground in meek submission, bracing herself for Luo Yi’s cruelty. But now, she raised her proud head, meeting Luo Yi’s gaze with the disdain of a queen, mocking her mercilessly! In this moment, Luo Yi seemed utterly insignificant.

Luo Yi, who had always been the darling of the crowd, could never stomach such humiliation!

“Luo Xia, I’ve heard you’re parading around as the Princess Consort?” Luo Yi spat the words through gritted teeth.

The Princess Consort should be mine! Mine!

Luo Xia blinked her clear, bright eyes. “Don’t you also fancy yourself the Crown Princess? We’re no different—what right do you have to criticize me?”

Rebellion! She’s truly turned rebellious!

Luo Yi was beside herself with rage. What had gotten into this useless girl today, to make her so bold?

“Are you jealous? Do you think the title of Crown Princess is less than that of the Princess Consort?”

“You—!”

All these years, Luo Yi had always triumphed in tormenting Luo Xia, never once meeting defeat as she did today. She could bear it no longer and lunged at Luo Xia, aiming straight for her face—she wanted to scar it, to see if Luo Xia would dare act arrogant again!

If it were a pure contest of strength, Luo Xia couldn’t rival Luo Yi for now. But defending herself—well, that she could manage! Besides, by her calculations, another drama was about to unfold in the Luo household.

She had just dodged Luo Yi’s vicious strike when a commotion erupted outside.

“Miss, something terrible has happened...”

Luo Yi’s hearing was sharp. She let Luo Xia go for the moment and rushed out of the small room.

“What’s going on?” she demanded, face dark as thunder.

“The Old Ancestor’s precious elixirs have been stolen—he’s in a furious rage!”

What?

Panic seized Luo Yi. “Where are the Crown Prince and His Majesty?”

“They had just left the estate when the elixirs were stolen.”

This was no trivial matter. Luo Yi hurried away, her followers trailing after her.

At last, the courtyard was quiet.

Luo Xia straightened her robes, a wicked smile curling on her lips.

Luo Yi, you’ve crossed me—now you’re doomed!

Bi Zhu was still slumped on the ground. Luo Xia shook her head with a sigh; it was time this girl started training in earnest—otherwise, even stray cats and dogs would come around to bully her.

Worried for the man in black, Luo Xia slipped back into the underground passage.

She had anticipated Luo Yi’s arrival earlier and couldn’t afford to wait for the man in black to cure himself. Now that Luo Yi and her people were busy with chaos, she could tend to him unimpeded.

But when she reached the man, just three steps away, she was dismayed to find that he had fainted!

Yes—he had truly passed out! There was no longer any trace of a powerful aura emanating from him.

Could he be dead?

No, that would never do—this man was her only hope of regaining her spiritual power. He absolutely could not die!

Without a second thought, Luo Xia darted to his side. Coming from the modern world, she had no such taboos.

With a swift motion, she pulled away the black cloth covering his face—

Heavens, what a breathtakingly handsome face! In her previous life, she’d seen countless attractive men, but never one as stunning as this! This was surely a masterpiece, as if the gods themselves had sculpted him—he must be their most favored child.

She swore she meant no disrespect! The man had wrapped himself so securely, she couldn’t even find a way to help him otherwise.

At the sight, Luo Xia couldn’t help but drool a little. She might not be obsessed with handsome men, but after all, she was a beauty herself—what woman didn’t appreciate a handsome face?

Even assassins weren’t immune! Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been fooled by that idiot Tian Yushuo. She’d been drawn to his looks, nothing more, and hadn’t cared for him deeply; otherwise, seeing him now with Luo Yi would have broken her heart.

Just as Luo Xia was lost in thought, the handsome man’s eyes snapped open!

Heavens, what cold, piercing eyes! One glance from him, and Luo Xia felt as if she’d been plunged into an ice cellar.

It was as if her entire body froze, unable to move.

Suddenly, the man’s lips curled into a devilish smile, his magnetic voice echoing, “Stunned by my looks, Princess Consort?”

Princess Consort?

Wait—he knew she was the Princess Consort?

Hadn’t he been hiding in the underground passage, sick from poison? Did he have supernatural hearing or something?

Luo Xia swallowed hard, blurting out, “Do you have accomplices?”

He must! Otherwise, how would he know about her being named Princess Consort?

The man stood up in a fluid motion, a nonchalant smile on his lips. “I thought the poison would take seven days to subside, but it’s already gone. Since I’m cured, I’ll be leaving now.”

What? How shameless could he get! He hadn’t even helped her unseal her spiritual power yet.

“No.” Seeing him about to leave, Luo Xia hurried to stop him.

He turned back, his almond-shaped eyes narrowing, glimmering with a sharp, penetrating light as if he could see through everything. “What’s this? The Princess Consort can’t bear to see me go?”

What a rogue!

“I saved your life!” Luo Xia bit her lip, glaring coldly at him. She hated shameless people most of all! And if he knew who she was, surely he wasn’t afraid of the Prince? Rumor had it the Prince was the most ruthless and violent man alive!

The man in black blinked. “Do you want me to repay you with my body?”

Repay what, exactly?!

Luo Xia glared at him. “You haven’t forgotten your promise, have you?”

“Promise?” His lips curled into a playful smile. “What promise?”

This scoundrel—was he trying to renege?

Luo Xia stared at him furiously.

“Oh, I remember now. Unsealing your spiritual power, right? What’s so hard about that? Aren’t you the Princess Consort? Ask the Prince to help you, then.”

Ask him, my foot! If she could, she wouldn’t be standing here wasting words with this guy.

“You know the Prince?” Luo Xia probed.

He kept up his wicked smile, his voice warm and melodious. “Yes, I know him.”

“So you’re here to defend the Prince’s honor?”

Luo Xia wasn’t stupid. Judging by his tone, he was clearly mocking her!

After all, what right did a useless woman like her have to marry someone as exalted as the Prince? He must have heard how she’d used the Prince’s name to intimidate others—and now he was making fun of her.

The man gave an amused smile. “Defend his honor? I suppose you could say that.”

“But it wasn’t my idea—it was the Emperor’s. I don’t even want to marry the Prince.”

How interesting!

Suddenly, the man in black leaned closer, his voice low and seductive. “Perhaps you’ve fallen for me and want to abandon the Prince?”

“Absurd!” Luo Xia stepped back, glaring at him in indignation.

In that moment, her cheeks flushed red with anger, making her look all the more endearing.

“Struck a nerve, have I?”

“Just go,” Luo Xia said coldly.

He was a powerful man, clearly intent on playing games. Since he knew the Prince, it was already a miracle he hadn’t killed her—there was no hope of him unsealing her powers now.

Alas—

Alas—

Alas—

Luo Xia had to admit she was disappointed.

Without her spiritual power, she couldn’t cultivate at all. On this continent, everyone was born with spiritual power; no matter how skilled one was in martial arts, without it, they could never become truly powerful.

The man in black seemed surprised by her reaction. He blinked. “I’ve changed my mind.”

Luo Xia’s eyes widened—could this mean he agreed?

“I didn’t force you,” she said, cautious even in her joy. This devious man surely wouldn’t agree so easily—he must want something in return.

Now, she put on a look of false modesty, as if taking advantage while feigning innocence.

“Yes, yes, yes—the Princess Consort didn’t force me. I’m the one shamelessly clinging to you, all right?”

Luo Xia: “...”

Why did it feel like whenever he said “Princess Consort,” a chill wind seemed to whistle past her ear?