Chapter 1472: 68: You Even Gave Him the Princess' Order? (Requesting Monthly Votes)

Chapter 1472: Chapter 68: You Even Gave Him the Princess’ Order? (Requesting Monthly Votes)

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“You…”

The King of the North, with a fierce glint in his eyes, scrutinized Wang Fugui harshly, sizing him up from head to toe and back again multiple times.

He really wanted to see what was so special about Wang Fugui, that could make his precious Mengyu think about him all the time, always mentioning “Wang Fugui” the moment she opened her mouth and before closing it.

However, no matter how much the King of the North looked, he couldn’t see anything remarkable about this youngster besides his calm composure.

Especially his appearance, that slightly baby-faced countenance seemed quite likable, but honestly, it was nothing compared to the dashing and handsome Wu Zhiyu.

The King of the North completely forgot that he had previously disdained Wu Zhiyu’s appearance, thinking the young man was too frivolous and definitely not someone to entrust one’s life to~

After struggling for quite a while, the King of the North finally managed to say: “What are you doing here at Wang Fu, young man?”

“Junior followed the elder of our family here on business in the Immortal Dynasty. After finishing our tasks, I came to visit Miss Mengyu,” Wang Fugui, who had been accustomed to the awe of the Transcendent Void Realm from his time spent with the Wang family and Emperor Longchang, maintained his composure under the King of the North’s sharp gaze, calmly presented his respects, “We agreed previously in Dongqian that I would visit her if I ever came to the Immortal Dynasty.”

The King of the North rolled his eyes secretly.

You sure came quickly. Mengyu just came back, and here you are right on her heels. Hmm, this rascal clearly has ulterior motives; he’s after the Bright Pearl of their family.

However, since Wang Fugui was ultimately a friend of Mengyu, and he had visited officially, as the Old Ancestor, it wasn’t appropriate for him to block him outright.

“Alright, I shall inform Mengyu, but whether she will see you is up to…”

Just as the King of the North was about to say more, a formidable aura suddenly burst forth within Wang Fu, approaching rapidly.

In the next instant, a graceful silhouette descended from the sky, landing between him and Wang Fugui.

This figure had a face as beautiful as a flower on a high cliff, her garments fluttering, and her demeanor cool and ethereal — who else could it be but Jade Spirit True Monarch?

In her left hand, she was leading a cute little girl carved in jade — clearly, it was little girl Mengyu.

“Fugui, it really is you! Sister Yuling told me you were here, and I thought she was fooling me,” Mengyu was overjoyed, leaping out like a little sprite, affectionately grabbing Wang Fugui’s arm, “I didn’t expect you to come so quickly, that’s wonderful.”

The King of the North’s face twitched, his heart felt as though it was being aggressively squeezed, sour and bitter.

This intimacy was a bit too much, wasn’t it? He really wanted to rush forward and separate the two.

And there was Wu, the Princely Heir Wu Zhiyu, whose face turned utterly ghastly.

He had known Mengyu for “such a long time,” and had hardly ever seen her smile, but here was Wang Fugui, and she was all smiles. The disparity in their treatment was all too glaring.

“Miss Mengyu, I just happened to come to the Immortal Dynasty for business…” Wang Fugui gently waved his arm, extricating it from her grasp.

“You, you, you, why have you become so distant all of a sudden? You used to call me Mengyu,” Mengyu pouted, feeling a bit aggrieved.

Suddenly, she realized something was off.

She glanced at the door guard blocking the entrance, Wu Zhiyu and others, then back at Wang Fugui, her eyes darting around as she quickly speculated the majority of the situation: “Did something happen? Oh no, was that energy wave earlier because of a conflict? Was it that damned door guard not letting you in, or was that Wu Zhiyu picking a quarrel with you?”

“It’s nothing, just some minor misunderstandings,” Wang Fugui hurriedly explained, “The misunderstandings are cleared now, let’s go inside.”

“No! Fugui, you must be angry with me,” Mengyu, upset, stamped her foot and gestured to the door guard, “You there, what exactly happened?”

Poor door guard, already scared out of his wits, hurriedly relayed the events as soon as he heard her question.

Mengyu then fully understood what had happened.

From start to finish, Wang Fugui had been very polite during his visit, and the door guard was about to help announce him when Wu Zhiyu ruined everything.

She furiously said to Wu Zhiyu, “Wu Zhiyu, my friend came to see me, what right did you have to stop him? What right did you have to order people to drive him away? You, you! You’re driving me crazy, who do you think you are!?”

Wu Zhiyu felt as though his heart was being sliced open, filled with grievance and frustration, his mind muddled.

This is terrible, he had actually made Mengyu angry, what should he do now, what should he do?

“And you door guards, how do you handle things? You are people of our King of the North’s Mansion, not those of the Azure Dragon King’s Mansion,” Mengyu, infuriated, took out her anger on the door guards with a tirade.

“Little Princess, we were wrong, we confess our guilt.”

A group of door guards were so frightened that they prostrated themselves on the ground, even the one from the Purple Abode Realm who was on duty hurried over to admit fault.

“Mengyu,” Wang Fugui spoke softly, trying to soothe her, “It was just a misunderstanding. The door guard was just doing his job being cautious. Don’t be too angry; getting worked up is bad for your health.”

“Fugui, this is your first visit to see me, yet you were harassed by villains. If you forgive me, then I won’t be angry,” Mengyu clung to Wang Fugui’s arm, looking at him with puppy-dog eyes.