Chapter 1293: A Little Old…

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Moreover, after Xue Yan became the Emperor and he became the Prince, no one dared to bully him!

“Are you really Xue Wufu?” Fu Ying asked.

“Does it look like I’m not? Why would I be lying?” Xue Wufu was livid.

Fu Ying felt that the Prince in front of her was a little childish. However, she remembered that the Emperor of Da Ling was already 21 years old. She heard that his foster parents and brothers were much older than him. She could not help but ask, “How old are you?” He looked like he was only 21 or 22 years old.

“I’m twenty-eight!”

“You’re… a little old.”

Xue Wufu also felt that he was a little old. Usually, he didn’t feel anything when others said that. However, when this stinky girl in front of him said that, he was unhappy. “I’m not old and I’m at my prime. What does it have to do with you?!”

“You’ll be the Ni family’s third son, Ni Dingyuan, from now on,” Fu Ying continued as if he did not hear him.

“If you say so, then I’ll say whatever I want. You’re a-”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Before Xue Wufu could finish scolding, Fu Ying interrupted him. “If you don’t want to die, do as I say. This is Beicheng. You can try to run, but you won’t get far.”

For some reason, Xue Wufu actually felt that Fu Ying wasn’t lying and became a little listless. Clearly, he had agreed. “I’m hungry!” he said confidently after a while.

If he wasn’t hungry and didn’t have any strength in his hands and feet, he would definitely have been able to hold on for a few more seconds when he fought with the guards just now. He wouldn’t have lost so quickly.

Fu Ying looked like she was in deep thought. Xue Wufu may have looked like he was 28 years old, but based on his behavior, he seemed more like an eight-year-old.

Then, she waved her hand and signaled the head eunuch to prepare the food for him.

Then, Fu Ying asked the two guards to let go.

Knowing that he couldn’t beat the guard at all, Xue Wufu obediently stayed put. “How many days have I been unconscious?” he asked casually as he rubbed his aching wrists and looked around the huge bedroom.

“What do you mean how many days?” Fu Ying asked curiously.

“I remember that I was sleeping in the South Town Military Camp. When I woke up, I was in another room. Then, I saw you. I was knocked unconscious by your men and brought here… Isn’t Da Ling quite far from Beicheng? I should have been gone for many days. Why didn’t I wake up in between all of that? People from Beicheng are despicable. You actually captured me so openly like this. Was I drugged? Otherwise, why would I be unconscious for so long? If I hadn’t heard someone call you the Empress and heard that the new emperor of Beicheng was a woman, I wouldn’t have known who you are.”

Fu Ying stared at him as if observing whether he was lying or telling the truth.

One of the guards said, “Her Highness went out for a stroll and happened to pass by Prince Xu’s residence, so she entered Prince Xu’s residence to take a look at what he gifted her. She heard that Prince Xu had captured the third son of the Ni family and wanted to present him to the Empress, so Her Highness came to look at him and brought you back instead.”

“So that guy was Ni Dingyuan…” Xue Wufu suddenly realized.

“You’ve met Ni Dingyuan?” Fu Ying asked.

“I’ve never seen him before, but the one that left should have been him.” Xue Wufu immediately said. “When I woke up and found myself in that room, I saw another person in the room. That person was also tied up, his head was covered, and his mouth was stuffed with something, but he broke free and ran away. He wanted to untie me as well, but when he heard the sound, he didn’t have time to untie me and ran away.”

Fu Ying didn’t know if he believed him.

Xue Wufu didn’t care whether she believed him or not. She just asked directly, “Right, you don’t know how long you were unconscious. Then, you should know what day it is today, right?”