I was hiding in the village and became the Grandmaster of all things!

"Prince, thank you for sending Ruyan here. You are indeed a kind-hearted person..." The handsome man said to Si Qingchuan in a joking voice.

Prince Mu's son Si Qingchuan looked extremely ugly.

"Ma Weihao..." Si Qingchuan said gritting his teeth. After he finished speaking, the air seemed to freeze for a moment. Every word Si Qingchuan said seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, revealing unspeakable forbearance and anger.

"I didn't expect that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince still remembered me..." Ma Weihao's handsome face revealed a bit of cunning. A playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and there was a bit of provocation in his voice. At the same time, Ma Weihao's eyes were full of resentment.

At this moment, he was unscrupulously holding Ruyan in his arms, one hand gently stroking her waist, his movements frivolous and presumptuous.

Ruyan lowered her eyelids. Although she had a bright smile on her face, it was mixed with a complex expression, as if she was helpless, and there was also a bit of subtle resentment hidden in her expression.

Witnessing this scene, Si Qingchuan's teeth were almost broken by his own teeth. A surge of anger surged in his chest, but he still forced himself to restrain himself and not let his emotions completely get out of control. The air around him seemed to become heavy because of this subtle confrontation.

His anger was as fierce as flames. Even Lin Fan and others could clearly feel the resentment that was about to burst out.

Prince Mu Si Qingchuan did not hide the disgust on his face, and anyone could see his deep dislike for Ma Weihao.

"Si Qingchuan, you think too highly of yourself. You relied on your immense power to push my entire Ma family into the abyss for a bunch of ant-like lowly people. Today, I will make you taste the excruciating pain!"

Ma Weihao was arrogant and domineering, his eyes were like knives, glaring at Si Qingchuan fiercely.

"Hmph, what are you talking about? Your Ma family has been committing crimes in Liangzhou, exploiting the people and yet you shamelessly call them pariahs? If it weren't for these so-called pariahs, how could your Ma family have the status they have today?"

Si Qingchuan's words were like a biting cold wind, hitting Ma Weihao's vital points.

Lin Fan and his group listened to the conversation between the two men and inexplicably developed a favorable impression towards this prince.

A prince who cares about the people would not be too cold-hearted.

The conversation between them was like a magnet, not only attracting the attention of Lin Fan and Lin Tian, ​​but also attracting the attention of the fishermen who were leisurely fishing and the tourists strolling along the lakeside.

In the troubled world, there is always a group of people who are willing to watch. No matter when and where, they are always the best listeners.

Just at this moment, a crisp and rhythmic "crunch, crunch" sound was quietly heard. It was the unique rhythm of cracking melon seeds, which instantly captured the attention of Lin Fan and Lin Tian.

To them, this sound was a melody that was extremely familiar.

In the past, whenever there was some gossip under the big banyan tree in their village, a man dressed as a night watchman would stand next to the aunties and eavesdrop on their conversations.

The two turned to look.

In an instant.

The two of them saw a familiar figure standing next to a huge rock, staring at His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and his men with great interest.

“Uncle Qian…”

That person was Qian Yi, the melon-eating saint Qian Yi.

Lin Fan and Lin Tian couldn't help but widen their eyes and shouted.

When Qian Yi heard this, his interested face froze involuntarily. He turned his head to look in the direction of the voice and saw the two familiar children at a glance.

"Xiaofan, Xiaotian..."

Qian Yi hurriedly walked towards the two of them and exclaimed in surprise.

Lin Fan was delighted, his eyes flashing with surprise and joy, and he blurted out: "Uncle Qian, why are you here..." Before he finished speaking, curiosity had quietly crept into his heart, driving him to ask hurriedly.

For Qian Yi, a night watchman who was determined to be a leisurely and carefree "salted fish" in Ping'an Town, his sudden appearance undoubtedly threw a stone into Lin Fan's heart, causing ripples.

Qian Yi sighed softly, with a tone of helplessness and relief, and slowly said:

"Alas, your Uncle Qian is about to get married, but unfortunately, I'm short on money and haven't gathered the betrothal gifts yet. So, I took a job at the office and only arrived in Liangzhou yesterday, exhausted."

After saying this, Qian Yi's eyes flashed with a longing for future life and a warm feeling for the reunion. He shared this unusual journey with Lin Fan and Lin Tian.

"What? Uncle Qian, you're actually getting married..."

Lin Fan's eyes widened instantly, and he blurted out an exclamation.

How could he not be surprised? After all, Qian Yi was a man of steel in everyone's eyes, and now he was married, which was unbelievable.

"That's right! It will be three months later. You must come back then to attend your Uncle Qian's wedding!" Qian Yi said to Lin Fan and the others with a smile.

"Okay! I'll definitely ask my dad to take us back when the time comes."

After all, they are now separated from Ping'an Town by thousands of mountains and rivers, and the distance is not a little bit.

"Okay! But, Uncle Qian, how come you got here so fast than us?" Although Lin Fan and his companions were not walking fast, they would not let Qian Yi catch up with them.

"I have to thank your father for this. I just happened to borrow a treasure from him, so I was able to get here so quickly." After Qian Yi finished speaking, a smug smile appeared on his face, and there was a sense of mystery and gratitude in his words.

"I see……"

When they learned that this treasure was made by their own father, their surprise disappeared instantly.

"Forget it, let's just enjoy the melon in front of us first! When things are done later, uncle will take you to taste the real delicacy." Qian Yi said while cracking the melon seeds in his hand, and looked towards the melon farmer from time to time, with an unsatisfied look.

His heart felt like it was being scratched by a cat's claws. He would never leave easily until he had eaten the melon clean.

Just as Qian Yi and others were immersed in the warm atmosphere of reminiscing about the past, the situation over there had quietly approached the brink of an explosion.

The little fat prince's emotions gradually lost control under Ma Weihao's endless cold words, as if he would explode at any time.

"Go ahead, little fat boy! As the prince of Prince Mu's palace, where has your former majesty gone, the one who could call the wind and rain and decide life and death with a single word? Right now, facing the person you love being held in my arms and toyed with as you please, you are like a wooden sculpture, unable to move an inch. Humph, without the halo of the prince, you are nothing but a coward with an empty shell..."

Ma Weihao's words were like a sharp blade, each word accurately piercing into Si Qingchuan's heart and stirring up waves deep in his heart.

His breathing involuntarily became rapid and heavy, his chest heaving, as if every breath of air carried unspeakable humiliation and anger.

"Your Highness..."

At this critical moment, a warrior quietly approached his side, his voice low and gentle, like bamboo leaves swaying gently in the night breeze, trying to bring a little comfort and strength to the troubled young prince.

"Uncle Tian... I really can't bear this humiliation..."

Si Qingchuan's heart was filled with annoyance towards this noisy person, and he wished he could erase his voice immediately.

"This Ma Weihao is now the most prestigious disciple of the Mingyue Sect. Your Highness, it is best not to make enemies with him at this moment."

Uncle Tian, ​​an experienced warrior, reminded him earnestly.

The two people's conversation was not loud enough for the two people not far away to hear.

"Why? Why did that villain escape punishment? How could such a sinner suddenly become a true disciple of the Mingyue Sect? How unfair is this world..."

Si Qingchuan's voice was low and full of resentment, as if he was expressing his grievances to the invisible heaven.

"Coward! A coward, I won't get rid of you so quickly. I want you to see with your own eyes that your Prince Mu's Mansion becomes a thing of the past. Everyone in your Prince Mu's Mansion dies one by one, and only then will it be your turn..."

Ma Weihao just wanted to use words to strike back at Si Qingchuan's heart and break his spirit.

The more he saw Si Qingchuan's angry expression but unable to kill him, the happier he felt.

"Although the Mingyue Sect is a large sect, our Xia Dynasty is not weak either. Her Highness the Princess even possesses three puppets at the Dharma Realm. Isn't this enough to suppress the Mingyue Sect?"

Si Qingchuan asked Uncle Tian in a low voice.