My Princess Holds Superpowers
Chapter 326 - Chapter 326 What can 326 do without giving money

Chapter 326: What can 326 do without giving money? Chapter 326: What can 326 do without giving money? Suddenly, the anger in Sikong Mo’s heart was soothed significantly, and the pain in his chest faded a bit.

Although it was strange to him why she would be here, for her safety, Sikong Mo pretended not to know her and walked past her.

No sooner had Sikong Mo entered the courtyard than Sikong Cloud had received the news. Fearing that Rong Che would be hurt if he stayed, she quickly had someone take him away.

But it was too late.

Sikong Mo and Rong Che happened to meet at the door.

As a commoner, Rong Che should have paid his respects and knelt upon seeing Sikong Mo, but before he could do so, he was flung aside by Sikong Mo’s dismissive wave of his sleeve.

“Cheche…” Sikong Cloud’s voice came, filled with horror.

Sikong Mo’s tone, however, was filled with cold indifference, “This Prince clearly stated long ago that none of the Rong Family’s people are allowed to set foot in my War Prince Residence!”

“That is also what the commoner thinks,” Rong Che replied as he got up from the ground, clutching his chest, blood already seeping from the corner of his mouth.

The youth in white gently coughed up blood, which oddly added a sense of morbid beauty to him.

Ye Jiu had already pulled Ye Wenzheng to hide in a corner out of the way.

My goodness, how brutal.

It’s a good thing I ran fast at the beginning and didn’t get entangled with him.

Otherwise, if today’s blow had fallen on me, Ye Jiu doubted he would still be alive.

Soon, Ye Jiu and Ye Wenzheng, being outsiders, were ushered out.

The grudge between the War Prince Residence and the Rong Residence could be considered a big stain on the War Prince Residence and on the deceased old Prince. Naturally, they couldn’t let outsiders see the spectacle and laugh.

After Ye Jiu and Ye Wenzheng left, Wenzheng suddenly remembered, “Cousin, our goods are still left in the Royal Residence, and they haven’t paid us the silver yet!”

Ye Jiu helplessly massaged his forehead, “Don’t worry, the grand War Prince Residence won’t default on this small amount of silver.”

Besides, even if they refused to pay, what could they do? They could only swallow the loss, considering it gone for nothing.

What mattered most was that Ye Jiu did not want to have any ties with these people.

Looking at their fierce demeanor, always ready to fight and kill, there was a saying that to accompany a monarch was like accompanying a tiger. These people were not of their world and definitely not someone they could afford to interact with.

Wenzheng nodded, feeling that Ye Jiu made a lot of sense.

Out of curiosity, Wenzheng couldn’t help but ask, “Cousin, these people from the Royal Residence are really strange. Tell me, why won’t the Prince let the Rong Family’s people step into the War Prince Residence? Seeing that young master, he was beaten until he vomited blood. It’s quite pitiable. These rich and powerful people sometimes act unreasonably.”

For some reason, Wenzheng’s words suddenly made Ye Jiu uncomfortable, “There was a man who lived for a very long time, over a hundred years. Do you know why?”

Without thinking, Wenzheng replied, “He must have been very wealthy and knew how to take care of his body very well.”

“Wrong!” denied Ye Jiu. “Because he never meddled in other people’s business and never intervened in matters that were unfair or unjust.”

Having said that, Ye Jiu walked away.

Wenzheng followed behind, pulling at the corner of his mouth. Don’t think he couldn’t tell–that was his cousin’s way of saying he was poking his nose into too many affairs and being too chatty!

Inside the War Prince Residence, because of Sikong Mo’s sudden attack, the maids were taken aback and the furs they held scattered on the ground. They knelt there, no one daring to rise and clean up.

The old Princess Consort still stood at the doorway, her eyes lingering on the departing figures of the Rong mother and son, filled with reluctance.

Sikong Mo’s eyes were filled with scorn, for he had seen such scenes too many times and had grown numb to them.