The Anarchic Consort [ Chapter 1 - 199 ]

Chapter 51: His Highness' Thoughts

Nangong Lie also subconsciously thought that Wei Wei’s words were directed at Baili Jia Jue, and was stunned as he turned and glanced in his direction.

He was drinking tea while reading an ancient scroll that even a martial arts master would have trouble studying. The dull colored tea, when it moistened his thin lips, floated and became a smooth and lustrous sheen. His concentration and conscientious expression caused people to be captivated.

This kind of brilliant and elegant man born of the royal family unexpectedly, after hearing the other person’s words, answered, “sure,” as the corners of his lips lightly curved up.

Nangong Lie was astonished, “Ah Jue, what the heck are you up to again?”

His voice was very soft, in order to avoid other people hearing them.

Baili Jia Jue didn’t speak. Instead, he swirled the teacup in his hand and glanced over sideways. On his fair and handsome face hung a slightly suppressed smile, on which appeared a bit of something very abnormal.

Nangong Lie looked and goosebumps appeared again all over his body. When that guy was little, Retired Emperor would ask him to pour boiling water into the tea. He always decided if he would to it based on his mood. When his mood was good, he would steep one or two pots of tea. When his mood was bad, he’d leave the Retired Emperor to drink unboiled water on his own. Being so delighted to be ordered around by a person like this, for sure must be the response of a hunter who’s addicted, while the “prey” was still dreaming, completely unaware.

Thinking up to this point, he rejoiced once again. Between the four big clans and the imperial family, he had chosen the imperial family. Otherwise, just the thought of being this guy’s opponent, and he couldn’t control his scalp from feeling numb.

When he returned to his seat and sat down, Baili Jia Jue already stopped reading the old book. He leaned against the back of the chair, his arm on the armrest, his fingers tapping to a beat as if he’s pondering over something important.

After that, he suddenly tilted his body, moved next to Wei Wei’s ear and laughed deeply, “For waking you up, am I going to get paid?”

Wei Wei only felt a coolness beside her ear. Limp and numb and slightly tickled, she opened her eyes sluggishly, then discovered that because of Yuan Ming, she had again made a stupid mistake.

“No money.” Wei Wei yawned, “But there’s free lunch, want to go now?”

All along, the corners of Baili Jia Jue’s mouth was curved upward. Within his faint smile moved an incomprehensible shadow, “Good, it just so happens I don’t have money to eat lunch.”

“Cough, cough cough!” A mouthful of tea spurted from Nangong Lie’s mouth. Your Highness, how could you say these words without your face turning red, or your heart jumping out!

However, Baili Jia Jue actually didn’t lie. He really didn’t carry any money on his body. Of course, a single little ring on his finger alone was enough to buy a piece of land at the border and build a city.

Everybody knew. Even though the Third Prince lost his qi, he was still Retired Emperor’s most beloved prince, the Dragon War Empire’s imperial son.

Generally, when people mentioned him, it would always be in the context of him being elevated on high, holy and pure, like a deity who had descended. Wait, wait, wait wait.

The main point is, when was he ever short on money!

Nangong Lie really couldn’t listen any longer and simply turned his head around, pretending to be deaf and dumb.