"Feeling nauseous from greasiness? Did you eat too much fatty meat or what?"
Zhou Xianzong was utterly confused.
Xiao Potian clenched his fists, glaring at Zhou Xianzong with gritted teeth before walking over to Luo Le'er with concern.
"Le'er, if you're feeling unwell, let me carry you back to the Qingyang Sect to rest."
Xiao Potian remained brimming with confidence.
Setting aside his naturally handsome and charming demeanor, his recent spotlight-stealing moments were enough to make countless girls swoon.
Even though Luo Le'er was cold and aloof, she wouldn't escape his grasp.
Hearing Xiao Potian's words, the crowd gasped in shock.
Zhou Xianzong was also somewhat surprised.
But Luo Le'er barely held back the urge to vomit.
"I-I'm fine. Zhou Xianzong can take me back."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Xianzong's mind was filled with question marks.
What the hell?! I'm about to lose it!
Big sister, why are you making *me* take you back?
Can't you just ride the wave and let Xiao Potian take you?
What's the deal? Are you too shy to admit it, so you're using me as a shield?
Can't you walk without me or something?
"Sorry, Little Sister Le'er, I can't take you back. I've got something to do later."
Zhou Xianzong rejected her without hesitation.
He wasn't about to steal Xiao Potian's thunder.
Luo Le'er shot Zhou Xianzong an annoyed glare.
How could she not know he was just acting?
"Miss Luo, His Highness Zhou does indeed have prior engagements. I have something to discuss with him, so let Potian take you back," Mo Wu said, stepping forward.
Hearing this, Luo Le'er didn't press further.
She glanced at Xiao Potian, signaling with her eyes for him to stop adding to the drama.
Then, she turned and left.
"Hmph, this woman is interesting. So proud, saying she doesn't want me to take her back, but giving me a hint with her eyes before leaving. Fine, she'll be mine eventually, so I won't hold it against her today," Xiao Potian muttered as he left, trailing far behind Luo Le'er's carriage.
Seeing this, Zhou Xianzong almost wanted to applaud.
Who would've thought these two had already planned this secretly?
No wonder this ice queen was acting so out of character, saying I should take her back.
If I had actually agreed, she'd probably curse me as a toad lusting after a swan.
Good thing I didn't agree, or I'd just be asking for trouble.
But speaking of which, what does Mo Wu want with me?
Whatever, let's see what she has to say first.
"Your Highness Zhou, it's getting late. Why don't you rest at my residence tonight?" Mo Wu said with a slight smile.
Zhou Xianzong looked at her suspiciously, unable to guess her intentions.
But considering he was the prince of the Zhou Dynasty, she probably wouldn't dare try anything.
What's the harm in going?
"Alright, lead the way."
And so, Zhou Xianzong followed Mo Wu.
Upon arriving at Mo Wu's residence, he thought there might be some special program planned.
But to his surprise, this woman just left him in the guest room and ignored him.
Zhou Xianzong was left speechless.
If he'd known this would happen, he wouldn't have come. Wouldn't it be better to go find Feifei?
[Sigh, tonight was exhausting.]
[Good thing my acting skills are top-notch, or I wouldn't have salvaged this.]
[This Luo Le'er is such a sly one—on the surface, she asked me to take her back, but in the end, she let Xiao Potian do it.]
[I wonder if those two will share a romantic, heartfelt moment under the moonlight tonight. Xiao Potian's been so proactive—surely she won't reject him, right?]
[But speaking of which, what's up with Mo Wu? Why did she show up so early?]
[I clearly remember she doesn't appear until a few days later, and she's supposed to approach me first.]
[You have to admit, this woman is indeed one of Tianwu City's top beauties. She's absolutely enchanting, but I can't figure out why she keeps wearing that red cheongsam without changing styles.]
[Wouldn't she look great in something pure and alluring like a little white dress?]
*Ding!* "Host has successfully written in the diary. Kidney function enhanced again."
Zhou Xianzong: *You're looking down on me again?!*
There's definitely something wrong with you!
After finishing his diary, Zhou Xianzong lay on the bed, reviewing the plot.
*I remember at the start, Mo Wu only saw Xiao Potian as someone with potential but still bet on me, trying to get close to the Zhou Dynasty to solidify her foundation and build her business empire.*
*Later, when Xiao Potian rose to power, she fully switched sides to him, even backstabbing me, and ultimately fell in love with him, becoming one of his women.*
*But for now, Mo Wu is still on my side.*
*Whatever, let's see what she's up to tomorrow.*
In a room decorated with a girly, pink aesthetic, Mo Wu finished reading Zhou Xianzong's latest diary entry and ground her teeth.
This guy actually has the nerve to critique my style? You're lucky I even let you look!
Is sticking to one style so bad?
Her sparkling eyes scanned her wardrobe, finally landing on a black stockings and white dress combo.
On the other side, in the carriage heading back to the Qingyang Sect, Luo Le'er circled the word "sly" in the diary.
Damn you, Zhou Xianzong! I'll make you pay one day!
Who likes greasy guys? Even a dog would shake its head at them!
For some reason, she hadn't initially disliked Xiao Potian.
It was more like the neutral feeling you'd have toward a stranger.
If she hadn't seen this diary, she'd have thought Xiao Potian's feelings were just one-sided.
But knowing the spoilers beforehand and then experiencing those moments made it all the more unbearable.
At the same time, it fueled her desire to break free from her predestined fate.
Right now, Luo Le'er could be considered Zhou Xianzong's number one anti-fan.
Part of her wanted him to update the diary faster so she could get more spoilers.
The other part wanted to grab her thirty-meter-long blade and chop the bastard to pieces.
"Old Mo, I feel like someone's following us. Can you check?" Luo Le'er said to the coachman, Old Mo, outside the carriage.
Old Mo was a seasoned powerhouse of the Qingyang Sect.
In his youth, he was the sect leader's right-hand man.
Now, older, he was tasked with ensuring Luo Le'er's safety.
"Miss, there is indeed someone following us for quite a while. But since he seems to be a Qingyang Sect disciple, I didn't bother with him," Old Mo replied with a nod.
"Go teach him a lesson. Tell him to stop following, and warn him not to pester Luo Le'er anymore. Make sure you don't reveal your identity," Luo Le'er said, fuming.
She really couldn't take it anymore.
If she didn't give Xiao Potian a good beating, she'd keel over from the greasiness.
She hoped Xiao Potian would take the hint.
"Understood, Miss."
Old Mo responded.
In a flash, he appeared in front of Xiao Potian.
In the dark of night, Old Mo used spiritual energy to conceal his face, making it impossible to see his features.
"Someone sent me to warn you—stop following, and don't pester Luo Le'er anymore, or you'll pay with your life!" Old Mo's voice was hoarse.
"What do you mean? Who sent you?"
Xiao Potian immediately assumed a defensive stance.
True to his protagonist status, if it were anyone else facing a stronger opponent's threat, they'd comply obediently.
But Xiao Potian showed no fear.
"Enough talk!"
Old Mo had no patience for chatter and unleashed a brutal beating.
Instantly, Xiao Potian's miserable cries echoed through the night sky.
After Old Mo left, Xiao Potian lay on the ground, bloodied and bruised, aching all over.
"Master, it must be Zhou Xianzong! It has to be him! He saw me escorting Le'er, got jealous, and sent a Zhou Dynasty powerhouse to retaliate!" Xiao Potian groaned to the old man in his ring while lying on the ground.
"Potian, it's just a Zhou Dynasty. Back in my prime, they weren't even worthy of polishing my shoes. But you haven't fully grown yet, so you need to bide your time and keep a low profile," the ring's old man soothed.
"With your exceptional talent and my guidance, you'll one day have the power to single-handedly destroy the Zhou Dynasty!"
"This disciple will remember Master's teachings."
Xiao Potian had no choice but to swallow his anger.
Once the pain subsided a bit, he got up and returned to his residence.
For some reason, protagonists in these fantasy novels always have their own houses.
Then he secretly cultivated inside, as if afraid someone might see him.
Tch, who'd bother watching a loser cultivate?