The Miracle Doctor's Two-Faced Toddler Chapter 367 - The Truth Back Then, Prince Consort of Nanzhao (2)

Chapter 367: The Truth Back Then, Prince Consort of Nanzhao (2)

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

Yan Jiuchao took a sip of tea. “Even my new wife has never been to my courtyard. Other than Bai Xiaosheng, who else can come here?”

Bai Xiaosheng grinned. “You always talk about the Princely Heir Consort. It seems that the Princely Heir and the Princely Heir Consort have an extremely good relationship.”

Yan Jiuchao gave Shadow Thirteen a look, and Shadow Thirteen went to the kitchen to bring out a basket of red eggs.

Bai Xiaosheng looked at the red egg in front of him and the corners of his mouth twitched. “There’s no need to be so good…”

Shadow Thirteen said coldly, “It’s a reward from the Princely Heir. Aren’t you going to thank him?”

“Sigh.” Bai Xiaosheng sighed helplessly and grabbed three red eggs.

“You can only take two,” Yan Jiuchao said.

Bai Xiaosheng silently put one back and put the remaining two red eggs into his sleeve.

Bai Xiaosheng walked towards Yan Jiuchao, but Shadow Thirteen blocked his path. Yan Jiuchao gestured with his hand, and Shadow Thirteen moved aside. Bai Xiaosheng walked to the stone steps, took off his shoes, and stepped on the spotless floor in his white clothes. He took off the cushion under the little snow fox and sat opposite Yan Jiuchao.

The little snow fox, whose cushion had been whipped, glared resentfully at this rude man. It ran over and used its claws to pull its cushion.

Yan Jiuchao filled a cup of tea for himself and ignored Bai Xiaosheng. “Did you ask me to spare his life because of the person inside?”

Bai Xiaosheng was not embarra.s.sed to be ignored. He took a cup and poured himself a cup of tea. He took a sip and was speechless with bitterness. “Aren’t you going to sleep after drinking such strong tea in the middle of the night?”

“I’m asking you a question,” Yan Jiuchao said.

Bai Xiaosheng took a piece of osmanthus cake and ate two mouthfuls to suppress the taste of the strong tea before slowly saying, “That’s right, I’m here for him.”

Yan Jiuchao mocked, “The Know-it-all of the pugilistic world is actually related to the people of Nanzhao. It’s an eye-opener for me.”

Bai Xiaosheng spread his hands helplessly. “Not really. It’s just that I once owed his master a favor. I can’t watch him die in your hands.”

Yan Jiuchao glanced at him. “Then you should know that my favor is not easy to sell.”

Bai Xiaosheng smiled. “Of course. I won’t ask you to return him to me for nothing. If you have any requests, feel free to ask. I’ll do my best.”

“Oh?” Yan Jiuchao raised his eyebrows. “Other than asking for information, do you have other abilities?”

Bai Xiaosheng touched his chin. “No, so you can ask whatever you want to know.”

Yan Jiuchao snorted. “This life can’t be exchanged with just a piece of news. Bai Xiaosheng, are you planning to break the rules you’ve set in the pugilistic world for this person?”

Bai Xiaosheng had always only sold one piece of information to one person, and this person would never have a second chance to buy information from Bai Xiaosheng.

Bai Xiaosheng said gloomily, “Sigh, who asked me to owe his master?”

Yan Jiuchao looked at him suspiciously. “I’m a little curious why you owe his master.”

“I thought you would be curious about who his master is,” Bai Xiaosheng said with a smile.

“You won’t tell me,” Yan Jiuchao said indifferently.

Bai Xiaosheng nodded. “That’s right. I can’t tell you that.”

Bai Xiaosheng smiled. “The rumors can’t be trusted. Princely Heir Yan, an extremely intelligent person, is definitely not the little trash that the world says. Then, Princely Heir, what do you want to know?”

Yan Jiuchao picked up the teapot with his slender fingers and poured a cup of tea for Bai Xiaosheng. “The Prince Consort of Nanzhao.”

Bai Xiaosheng stopped eating his snacks. The entire courtyard seemed to have quietened down. The servants had long returned to their rooms to rest, leaving only Shadow Six and Shadow Thirteen in the courtyard.

“Sigh.” Bai Xiaosheng sighed softly and put down the snacks in his hand. “How good would it be if you could exchange Xiao Zhenting’s armor for it?”

Yan Jiuchao said bluntly, “Helian Qi has already been defeated. The armor is already in my bag. Are you sending a beggar away by using this to make a deal with me?”

“Forgive me for being blunt, but why are you asking about the Prince Consort of Nanzhao?” Bai Xiaosheng opened the folding fan in his hand. The little fox was tired from pulling the cushion and sat on the ground, panting heavily. Bai Xiaosheng very considerately fanned it.

Yan Jiuchao said coldly, “You’re the one begging me to make a deal tonight. You’re not qualified to ask questions.”

Bai Xiaosheng laughed self-deprecatingly. “I once heard of an interesting thing. Back then, His Majesty was avenged by his enemies. His enemies couldn’t deal with the Emperor in the palace, so they kidnapped Prince Yan. Prince Yan didn’t want them to use him to threaten his brother, so in a moment of desperation, he b.u.mped into his enemy’s sword. By the time His Majesty arrived, Prince Yan’s corpse was already cold. However, what’s interesting is that a servant who changed Prince Yan’s burial clothes found sand in Prince Yan’s mouth and nose. Only drowned people would inhale sand. Prince Yan was stabbed to death by a sword. Logically speaking, there shouldn’t be such a thing. What does Princely Heir Yan think?”