But as soon as King of Xihuai sat up straight, it pulled on his wound, causing him to grimace in pain.
It must be said, Xiao Rongyan possessed a composure that even someone of genuine royal blood like him lacked. He was elegant and steady... and now he could not hide the aura of authority and determination that clung to him.
Once, the King of Xihuai thought... as a businessman, Xiao Rongyan must have had certain means and abilities to become the world’s richest merchant, but now, linking Xiao Rongyan with Murong Yan, the Ninth Prince of Yan, felt somewhat startling.
At this moment, King of Xihuai looked at Xiao Rongyan, and for a fleeting instant, he felt as if he were foolishly toyed with, not recognizing that Xiao Rongyan was the Ninth Prince of Yan.
"My Lord..." Xiao Rongyan rushed forward, supporting the King of Xihuai, then looked at the official standing by, "Don’t just stand there, find a way to stop the bleeding!"
Doubt lingered in the heart of the King of Xihuai. He wanted to test whether Xiao Rongyan was indeed the Ninth Prince of Yan and, finding the right spot, he grabbed Xiao Rongyan’s arm forcefully: "Rong Yan..."
The King of Xihuai exerted almost all his strength, yet saw no expression of pain on Xiao Rongyan’s face. Instead, he merely turned his head to look at him, his gaze falling on the King of Xihuai’s bloodstained hand.
"What does my lord wish to prove?" Xiao Rongyan lifted his deep, calm gaze to the King of Xihuai, rolling up his sleeves to reveal his strong, unscarred arm, "To see if there’s any wound on my arm?"
The King of Xihuai glanced at Xiao Rongyan’s unharmed arm, lifted his eyes to look at Xiao Rongyan, his eyes reddening as he chuckled softly, leaning against the red lacquered pillar with a sigh of relief, hurriedly saying, "Quick... quickly ask the official to stop the bleeding for me!"
The official quickly came forward, putting down the medicine box, kneeling beside the King of Xihuai to stop the bleeding. The King of Xihuai looked at Xiao Rongyan and said, "Don’t blame me, Rong Yan, someone told me... you were indeed the Ninth Prince of Yan. But how could that be! Someone as clever as you... if you really were the Ninth Prince of Yan, how could you have given yourself such a name!"
As soon as the King of Xihuai finished speaking, he gasped in pain and said to Xiao Rongyan again, "You hadn’t come for so long, I thought... you were indeed Murong Yan, the Ninth Prince of Yan, busy nursing your wounds! It’s good that it’s not you! It’s good that it’s not you..."
Xiao Rongyan’s lips moved slightly as he stared at the King of Xihuai’s pale face: "Today, the Empress of Zhou returned to Dadu City, and I went outside the city to greet her, but before I saw her, I heard you were caught alive after attempting to assassinate the Ninth Prince of Yan."
The King of Xihuai nodded: "Don’t blame me for being suspicious. Some old noble from Wei told me that you were indeed Murong Yan, the Ninth Prince of Yan, and coincidentally, you came to Dadu City with the Ninth Prince of Yan this time. It was only natural for me to have doubts. I considered you a brother, so I wanted to see if this Ninth Prince of Yan was really you! But your and the Ninth Prince of Yan’s build and back silhouette are really quite similar; I was also taken aback when I first saw him! But later, when I noticed Yue Shi was absent, I knew it couldn’t be you, as Yue Shi is never far from your side!"
Upon hearing this, Yue Shi lowered his head when he saw the King of Xihuai looking at him.
The King of Xihuai sighed: "I just don’t know why the Ninth Prince of Yan wears a mask. Is he too ugly? Have you seen him?"
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