"You mean I'm pledging my support to Young Master Yuan, right? A wise monarch meets a capable minister, only your humble heart can tolerate my candid words!"
The sound of their conversation and laughter gradually drew closer.
Chai Asi and Yuan Mengji, one shamelessly flattering, the other accepting it all, talked and laughed as if they were casually strolling through the countryside, emerging from the forest.
They saw the mountain path ahead, the spring water, and the confrontation between Xiong Sansi, Zhu Lanruo, and Zhu Zheng, feeling the killing intent permeating the air.
"Sorry to interrupt! Excuse us!"
Chai Asi cupped his hands: "We'll head back first, you continue!"
He pulled Yuan Mengji and started to walk back.
"What are you doing? What are you doing! Draw your sword!" Yuan Mengji shouted: "Don't you see he's bullying my sister Lan Ruo? Can I tolerate this?"
