Chapter 1532: Chapter 1512: Lin Jiayou Injured (Part 2)

"This bargaining skill is impressive." Luo Yanhai nodded repeatedly, not stingy with his praise.

"Quite impressive indeed, but my brother plans to have hot pot one day and stew pots the next." He Wenyu shrugged: "In any case, ingredients are easy to handle; Qhianqhian has plenty over there, and if that’s not enough, we can buy some vegetables or whatever."

"If not, we can always make some noodles and call it a day. I bet folks here haven’t tried instant noodles, right?" Luo Yanhai chuckled mischievously: "Do I have the potential to open a shop as a cunning merchant?"

"Instant noodles in front of grandma?" He Wenyu rolled his eyes immediately; not to mention instant noodles, even snacks. As long as it’s not homemade, Luo Qianqian wouldn’t think of eating it now.

Luo Yanhai’s expression turned awkward suddenly. Of course, grandma would never allow them to eat instant noodles.

"It’s actually not bad. Qhianqhian even mentioned brewing a big pot of soup, using soup stock, just to have one meal, under the name of not eating too much at night. She also wants to make a big pot of dumpling soup." Luo Shufan sighed, looking helpless. Speaking of cunning merchants, Qhianqhian is the most qualified.

Even the soup is made using broth base.

"It’s actually okay... She hasn’t said she’d cook it herself." He Wenyu added.

The three exchanged glances, secretly smiling amongst themselves.

"Thump, thump thump, thump thump thump, thump thump, thump"

A knocking rhythm sounded quite strong; all three fell silent and became serious.

"Please come in." Luo Shufan said solemnly.

The door opened, a shadow flashed in—it was Wang Mazi, but surprisingly, his face held a deep blush that wouldn’t fade.

The four stared at each other in silence, without any verbal exchange.

After a while, He Wenyu couldn’t hold his curiosity: "What’s going on, are we acting in a silent movie now? Can’t we talk?"

Luo Shufan reached to pour Wang Mazi a cup of tea, gesturing him to sit down.

"So what exactly happened, speak up!" He Wenyu watched Wang Mazi slowly sipping his tea and felt even more anxious. If Qhianqhian were here, wouldn’t she explode?

"The person you’re looking for is injured, but now...uh, doing quite well." Wang Mazi lowered his head slightly, his face still a bit flushed.

"Injured?!" Luo Shufan was stunned, but somewhat understood. If not injured, there’s no reason they couldn’t find this person.

"The injury was caused by the arena’s steward hiring someone to beat them." Wang Mazi continued: "I checked thoroughly; it seems this person caught some leverage against the steward and refused to help cover it up, which led to the beating. If not rescued incidentally, they might have been gone now. The arena has destroyed all traces of their existence."

"What kind of leverage would justify murder for silence!" Luo Shufan was furious. Although Lin Jiayou had no blood relation to them, Lin Jiayou’s act of shielding them back then was touching. Luo Shufan considered Lin Jiayou as a brother.

"It’s not a big deal; they rigged groupings to control the peripheral gambling." Wang Mazi indifferently said: "Blessed Land Cave Heaven was supposedly their big final act, but unexpectedly lost early at your hands."

"They really disregard our cultivation sect huh? Dare to mess with our people?!" He Wenyu’s temper was about to erupt, eyes glaring: "Where is he now? Let’s go get him!"

She always saw Luo Qianqian’s family as her own, and couldn’t tolerate such insult to her family.

"Actually, investigating this was simple, but finding Lin Jiayou’s location took quite some effort." Wang Mazi smiled wryly, his face unconsciously turning blood-red again.

"Where is he? Not in some slum or wilderness I hope? You didn’t dispose of him, did you?" He Wenyu swallowed nervously.

Wang Mazi looked bewildered; why would he dispose of someone? He hadn’t been contracted for assassination. Moreover, the elders mentioned that in Southern Li, except in the arena, killing wasn’t allowed.

"Stop fooling around." Luo Shufan looked helpless, are young girls always so fanciful?

"He’s at the Eldest Princess’s Mansion." Wang Mazi confessed.

"What? Eldest Princess’s Mansion? The rescuer wouldn’t happen to be the Eldest Princess herself, right?" He Wenyu looked stunned; although she’d encountered the Third Princess a few times, it didn’t mean she could connect with the Eldest Princess.

The Eldest Princess was rumored to have replaced Prince Consorts thrice and had numerous kept men and boys at the mansion...

Lin Jiayou might be...

Wang Mazi bowed his head and murmured: "When I arrived, he was indulging in daytime activities with the Eldest Princess..."

This...how should they react?

"Cough, cough, how’s his physical health?" Luo Shufan felt a bit awkward; not only were there young girls present, but three single men...

"Looks flushed, breath steady, stamina... quite good too." Wang Mazi stated earnestly.

"Cough cough cough!"

"Cough cough cough!!!"

Luo Shufan and Luo Yanhai both coughed violently, filled with helplessness at Wang Mazi’s words. Couldn’t he avoid saying the latter part in front of young girls? Does he want people to know he watched a live performance?!

He Wenyu silently turned toward the window. Goodness, her face was burning up; she finally understood why Wang Mazi’s face was the way it was earlier.

Her cheeks might as well cosplay a tomato now.

Yet, upon reflection, she was an adult; why should she blush over such matters?

She wasn’t the one involved; why should she feel embarrassed here?

"But... what kind of relationship do they have? Doesn’t the Princess already have a Prince Consort? Is this considered extramarital affair?" Luo Yanhai looked puzzled: "Most importantly, doesn’t he have to take responsibility?"

"Responsibility? Uncle Lin would beat him up, you believe that?" Luo Shufan shook his head baffled; there were already two former princes here, and now a Prince Consort too? Isn’t this a joke? Nine Heavens Pavilion is small; not enough room for such grand figures.

Don’t add more chaos!

"He should just be recovering at the Princess Mansion..." Wang Mazi scratched his head, appearing uncertain, sighed: "The mansion doesn’t lack another person, and the Prince Consort can only attend by summons; Prince Consorts don’t participate in politics and usually spend leisure listening to operas." 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"This Prince Consort life is really restrictive..." He Wenyu couldn’t help but lament; weren’t TV dramas all about Top Scholars being recruited as Prince Consort? Otherwise, where would Chen Shimei come from... yet, if Prince Consort treatment was like this, why abandon a virtuous wife to suffer? Isn’t the Top Scholar title more admirable than Prince Consort?