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Inside the study of the War King's Mansion

The atmosphere, which should have been one of serious military discussion, was disrupted by Zhou Xiannan's words and the subsequent farcical scene.

Zhou Xiannan, the young master Zhou who always had a touch of cynicism, made the atmosphere in the study more relaxed with his mischievous smile and teasing, even though this relaxation was tinged with a funny awkwardness.

"Your Highness, I heard you have a woman you like? And you're even carrying a sachet that she embroidered for you."

As soon as Zhou Xiannan finished speaking, his hand, like a cat's paw stealing food, quickly and cunningly reached for the sachet at Jun Jiuxiao's waist.

But Jun Jiuxiao reacted even faster, kicking Zhou Xiannan away. This kick was not only swift but also precise, demonstrating Jun Jiuxiao's extraordinary skills.

Night Hawk, Jun Jiuxiao's personal bodyguard, seemed to have anticipated this scene. He acted swiftly and immediately stepped forward to open the study door.

Zhou Xiannan was kicked out of the study. His body drew a comical arc in the air before landing heavily in the courtyard outside the study.

The tense atmosphere in the study was instantly broken. Chief Secretary Yan Qing couldn't help but chuckle. He shook his head, seemingly feeling both sympathy and amusement at Zhou Xiannan's plight.

Jun Jiuxiao maintained his usual calm and dignity, but a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes.

Zhou Xiannan got up from the ground, his expression somewhat embarrassed, but he quickly regained his usual ease and confidence.

He dusted himself off, revealing a scrape on his wrist, but laughed nonchalantly, "Your Highness, do you have to be so heartless? Not even a glance?"

Jun Jiuxiao's voice carried an undeniable authority: "No."

Zhou Xiannan didn't take it to heart, and instead teased even more smugly, "Perfect, I'll go find Sister Yao'er to get her bandaged up."

His words revealed a hint of cunning, as if he had found a perfect excuse to get close to Chu Xingyao.

It was as if he could already see Chu Xingyao gently bandaging him.

Jun Jiuxiao's cold eyes flashed, his voice low and threatening:

"Don't you want your legs anymore?" His words carried a hint of danger.

Zhou Xiannan, however, remained smug. He waved his hand, as if to say that this was nothing more than a trivial matter.

"Tonight I'm going with my father, Marquis Wu'an. General Zhennan is treating us to barbecue."

His words carried a hint of anticipation, clearly showing his great interest in the barbecue party that evening.

Just then, the gatekeeper's voice rang out, tinged with urgency and uncertainty: "Your Highness, Miss Chu has arrived..."

Jun Jiuxiao's heart tightened, and his eyes lit up instantly, as if all the starlight had gathered in his eyes.

Chu Xingyao, the name that haunted his dreams, she actually came? A surge of impulse welled up in his heart, wanting to rush out immediately and hold her tightly in his arms.

However, before the doorman could finish speaking, Jun Jiuxiao's joy was extinguished by cold water.

"When Miss Chu arrived at the door, for some reason she didn't get off the carriage and turned back."

Jun Jiuxiao waved to the gatekeeper, his heart filled with doubt and anxiety. His brows were furrowed and the light in his eyes dimmed.

Zhou Xiannan's reaction to this news was quite different. His eyes lit up, and a smug smile appeared on his face.

"Sister Yao'er will definitely come to pick me up for barbecue." He said, straightening his clothes as he prepared to leave.

At this moment, a sly glint flashed in Jun Jiuxiao's eyes. He slightly turned his head and gave Ye Ying a wink. Ye Ying, as Jun Jiuxiao's personal guard, immediately understood.

His prince's purpose is quite obvious.

The plan was to injure the arrogant Zhou Xiannan, and then have the master "escort" him to the Zhennan General's Mansion, where he could also meet Miss Chu.

Night Hawk moved swiftly and stealthily. He picked up a few pebbles, flicked his wrist, and the pebbles shot out like meteors, their target Zhou Xiannan's feet.

However, Zhou Xiannan seemed to have been prepared. He nimbly dodged left and right, managing to avoid the Night Hawk's pebbles one by one.

After regaining his footing, Zhou Xiannan revealed a smug smile and taunted Night Hawk:

"Night Hawk, you think you can trip me up with your little tricks? You've delayed my search for Yao'er, so you'll stay single for the rest of your life..."

However, before he could finish speaking, an accident occurred.

Zhou Xiannan suddenly felt his foot slip, lost his balance, and fell flat on his face, getting a scrape on his face.

Zhou Xiannan's face was filled with disbelief. His lifelong reputation had collapsed in an instant, turning into a comical slip.

His expression shifted rapidly from anger to pain to embarrassment, as if it were a drama.

His voice echoed in the study, filled with the rage of betrayal: "Who? Who dares to plot against me, the young master? Are you not going to do anything about it, War King?"

His gaze swept across the study like a searchlight, trying to catch the culprit behind the scenes.

Jun Jiuxiao's lips curled into an almost imperceptible smile.

His sleeve swayed slightly, and a delicate dart, as if cast into the shadows, vanished silently from his long sleeve.

His movements were elegant and composed, as if none of this concerned him, but his smile revealed a hint of cunning.

He stepped forward, reached out and helped Zhou Xiannan, who had fallen to the ground, to his feet, his gesture revealing a hint of barely perceptible contempt.

A faint smile played on his lips, and his voice, though calm, carried a commanding tone: "Investigate for Prince Zhou."

A barely perceptible hint of sympathy flashed in Yan Qing's eyes as he looked at Zhou Xiannan, the always slow-witted Prince Zhou, who seemed to always perfectly miss the revelation of every truth.

He bowed respectfully to Jun Jiuxiao, his voice revealing loyalty and obedience: "Yes, Your Highness."

After the ceremony, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, thinking to himself, "Investigate? How can I investigate? Could he possibly hand over the prince?"

He knew perfectly well that everyone in the War King's mansion knew about the War King's deep affection for Miss Chu, except for Zhou Xiannan, who was still kept in the dark.

Jun Jiuxiao turned to face Zhou Xiannan, his posture exuding an innate sense of authority.

His words carried the generosity of a king, but a hint of cunning flickered in his deep eyes: "I will escort you to the Zhennan General's Mansion."

Night Hawk stood in the corner, his expression almost frozen, silently lighting a candle for Zhou Xiannan in his heart:

"Isn't all that the Prince is doing just to go to the General's Mansion to see Miss Chu? Alas! Poor Prince Zhou, he doesn't even know that he has been used by the Prince."

A hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes, as if to say, "You're too naive," but as a loyal guard, he could only bury these feelings deep in his heart and silently carry out Jun Jiuxiao's orders.

Jun Jiuxiao's voice rang out again, this time giving the order to Night Hawk: "Go and fetch five jars of Jiu Yun Chun Wine."

This sudden order surprised Zhou Xiannan. His eyes widened like saucers, and his mouth gaped open enough to fit a fist.

"You're really willing to part with that? That's Jiu Yun Chun, a tribute wine."

His voice was filled with admiration for Jun Jiuxiao's generosity, but also with a hint of envy, as if he wished he could have that wine.

Jun Jiuxiao ignored Zhou Xiannan's surprise; his mind was already on Chu Xingyao.

His heart was filled with doubt and anxiety, his mind was unsettled, and the image of Chu Xingyao kept echoing in his mind.

"Why didn't his Yao'er go in when she arrived at the gate of the War King's mansion? It seems we can only ask her in person."

He pondered silently in his heart, deciding that he had to find Chu Xingyao no matter what and ask her personally for an explanation.