Allure of a Country Maiden-Chapter 438 - 436

Xiao’er and her companions found an inn to settle in and ordered some food. They sat together in the main hall of the inn to eat.

"Brother Shangguan is in the Imperial Palace of Xiyue Country. Zhao Yong, we’re going to sneak into the palace tonight and investigate," Xiao’er whispered to the two beside her.

"Why would our lord be in the palace of Xiyue? Is he under house arrest?" Zhao Yong could hardly believe it.

"How should I know why he’s at the Xiyue Imperial Palace." Xiao’er was also puzzled, but Bai Tian had told her that Shangguan was in the palace of Xiyue Country.

"So, young lady, how do you know that our lord is in the Xiyue Imperial Palace?" Zhao Yong was speechless. "You’re certain Shangguan is in Xiyue Palace, so how do you not know why he’s there?"

"Intuition."

Zhao Yong was so frustrated by this response that he nearly spat out blood!

Based on mere intuition, they would infiltrate the Xiyue Imperial Palace at night!

Young lady, that’s the palace!

Even if you despise Xiyue as a small country, its palace isn’t easily infiltrated!

Damn, it’s likely he’ll lose his life in a foreign land tonight, all because of such a questionable intuition.

"Look at that, isn’t that the Princess’s escort? Such a handsome figure!" A man at the next table suddenly exclaimed.

Upon hearing this, Xiao’er and her companions all looked outside, and then froze.

Wasn’t that Shangguan Xuanyi?

Shangguan Xuanyi noticed three searing gazes on him. He glanced back, but finding no familiar faces, he turned back to look straight ahead.

He was used to being looked at. He just continued to accompany Princess Xiyue, familiarizing himself with the environment as he felt it was necessary. After spending days with the Princess Xiyue, he had already had the layout of Xiyue Imperial Palace down pat.

"I heard the Princess’s escort is the prince of Minze Country. After the Princess is married, Minze’s supplies of food, fabrics, and everything else will continuously be sent to our country, so we won’t have to worry about starvation."

Zhao Yong almost choked on his food when he heard this.

Xiao’er regained her composure and looked at him with disgust. "How does one even eat with you around!"

"Young lady, can you still eat?" Zhao Yong was in disbelief.

Had their lord actually become the consort to Princess Xiyue?!

"Why shouldn’t I be able to eat?" Xiao’er, with her composed face, called the waiter over to clear the table and requested a fresh serving.

"It appears that our lord doesn’t recognize us," Zhao Yong glanced at Xiao’er and Yang Liu. He then understood, "We have disguised ourselves, so our lord mustn’t have recognized us."

Xiao’er didn’t comment, quietly waiting for them to bring the food back.

Even if she were disguised, how could Brother Shangguan not recognize her?

Had Brother Shangguan become a puppet?

Last time, Consort Yang wanted to turn Xiao’er into her puppet. Could it be Shangguan Xuanyi’s turn this time around?

Very likely! If Shangguan Xuanyi were to become a puppet and ascend to the throne someday, then wouldn’t all of Minze Country be under Xiyue’s control? Especially with Princess Xiyue becoming Empress. Then wouldn’t Minze Country belong to Xiyue for generations to come?!

Did Xiyue Country still have such powerful wizards?

Once someone turned into a puppet, how could he regain consciousness?

What’s going on with her space ability? Why had it taken so long to level up? Xiao’er was frustrated.

Yang Liu didn’t speak either.

Even if their lord couldn’t recognize her and Zhao Yong, he would certainly recognize Xiao’er.

Had the lord lost his memories? How could they handle this scenario?!

"How did our lord become the escort of the Princess of Xiyue?" Zhao Yong asked again, finding the quietness rather oppressive.

Xiao’er: silence.

She wanted to know this as well.

Yang Liu: silence.

How could she possibly know?!

The food was quickly brought to them, and Xiao’er quietly began to eat again.

Zhao Yong stopped talking. He needed to eat more. Otherwise, he’d be powerless. If he was going to die far from home tonight, he would at least inspect Xiyue’s Imperial Palace first!

Zhao Yong finished his bowl of rice quickly. He stretched out his hand to call the waiter. "Waiter, another bowl please!"

"Alright, sir, please wait a moment."

Not long after, Zhao Yong finished another bowl: "Waiter, another bowl!"

Swiftly.

"Waiter, another bowl!"

...

Thus, Zhao Yong ate a total of five bowls of rice before stopping.

The waiter was stunned: Where did this bottomless pit come from?

Zhao Yong’s huge appetite attracted the attention of the other patrons at the tables.

"This guy can really eat! I’m glad my son isn’t like him. If I had to feed him, my whole family would starve to death!"

Zhao Yong: "..."

What a grouch! He wasn’t supporting me! God bless that his grandson eats 10 bowls of rice in one sitting!

"Rest assured, eat as much as you want! Our princess has seized a great farmer from Minze Country, that Marquis Shengping, and our grain yield will soon reach 1,000 pounds per acre. Then you can eat however you like! This is something I heard from my cousin who works as a bodyguard in the palace, but keep it to yourself!"

Having finished eating and sipping tea, Zhao Yong spat out his drink when he heard this.

Xiao’er and Yang Liu stood up quickly.

So filthy! They would never share a meal with him again!

All eyes were on their table.

Catching his breath, Zhao Yong apologized with embarrassment, "Young Master, I apologize, I ate too much and burped, accidentally choking myself."

Xiao’er shook her head, she was also full, "Let’s go back to the room and rest once we’ve eaten."

That night

Xiao’er took out the hair dye she had prepared earlier from her bundle and turned Zhao Yong’s hair yellow.

Seeing Zhao Yong transform into a blond lion, Yang Liu couldn’t stop laughing.

"Must you disguise me like this?" Zhao Yong said darkly.

"In this way, even if you accidentally expose your tracks, no one will recognize you when you escape!"

Of course, no one could recognize him, he couldn’t even recognize himself! Zhao Yong pursed his lips helplessly, wrapped his hair in a black cloth, and quietly left the inn, melting into the night as he infiltrated the Imperial Palace of Xiyue Country.

Xiao’er and Yang Liu quietly waited.

The night grew deeper, the temperature difference between day and night in the northwest was large, and the cold gradually became unbearable.

As dawn approached, Xiao’er and Yang Liu had been sitting at the table for most of the night.

"Miss, why don’t you go to bed first? I’ll let you know as soon as Zhao Yong returns."

"No need." Xiao’er was getting anxious, it was impossible for her to sleep.

Just as their anxiety was peaking, and Yang Mei even started to fear that Zhao Yong might not return, Zhao Yong jumped in!

He was covered in injuries.

Xiao’er quickly took a bottle from her bundle, poured out the last two healing pills, and fed them to him.

"Yang Liu, quickly help him change his clothes!"

Yang Liu quickly helped Zhao Yong change, while Xiao’er dyed his hair back to black and cleaned up the blood stains Zhao Yong had left in the room.

Xiao’er, having thought through all the consequences last night, had asked the waiter for a charcoal basin earlier.

She quickly threw the bloodstained clothes into the charcoal basin, poured all the oil from the lamp onto the clothes, set them on fire, and the clothes were consumed by flames and turned into ash in a short time.

Xiao’er quickly opened the window to let the smell of blood and the unique aroma of burning clothing dissipate from the room as quickly as possible.

Downstairs, many soldiers arrived at the street to investigate.