Upon learning that Luo Cuiwei had never visited even once, he was already seething with anger, but then Xiong Xiaoyi unintentionally added insult to injury—
"Oh, by the way, on the fifth day of the month, Gao Zhan from the Duke of He's mansion spent the whole day at the Luo family's house; today I heard that the Duke of He's mansion sent Luo Cuiwei an invitation, inviting her to come to the mansion tomorrow to admire the flowers."
This is more than just "so angry I could vomit blood".
If given the chance, Yun Lie would rather make someone in the Duke of He's mansion cough up blood.
Chapter 21
"Gao Zhan went to the Luo family's house on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year? He stayed there all day before leaving?"
Yun Lie spoke these words with a blank expression and a flat, indifferent voice.
But Xiong Xiaoyi always felt that those deep black eyes that stared straight at him without blinking might unleash two fire dragons at any moment.
Feeling a chill run down his spine, Xiong Xiaoyi stealthily took a half-step back. "Ah, yes."
"Did you hear today that the Duke of He's mansion sent an invitation to Luo Cuiwei, inviting her to come over to admire the flowers?" Yun Lie asked again.
Not knowing where he went wrong, Xiong Xiaoyi tensed his burly body, nodded stiffly, and secretly took a half step back.
Yun Lie, who had been leaning back in his chair, slowly sat up straight, loosely clenched his right fist, and lightly tapped the table twice with his knuckles. "May I ask, is there a necessary connection between these two things?"
"This is definitely related, perhaps it is, perhaps it isn't..." Xiong Xiaoyi said vaguely, with an urge to run away.
This is outrageous! His Highness Prince Zhao used the word "please ask"! Something is definitely amiss!
“Since you’re not even sure if these two things are necessarily related,” Yun Lie’s expression suddenly changed, and he slammed his hand on the table, angrily saying, “Then what do you mean by putting them together?!”
His palm strike was clearly quite powerful; the inkstone and books on the table jumped up neatly, while the poor, thin pen holder fell headfirst onto the table.
"Is there anything wrong with saying it all together?" Xiong Xiaoyi asked humbly, his face contorted with a mournful expression.
Yun Lie stood up abruptly, bursting with rage, and grabbed Xiong Xiaoyi by the collar. "Just hearing the whole thing makes me angry; when I'm angry, I want to beat you into a bear meat pie!"
As for why these two things together made him angry, he hadn't had time to think about it deeply. Anyway, all he wanted to do right now was hit someone, no, hit a bear.
Outside the study, the moon was dark and the wind was high; inside, fists and feet flew wildly.
The guards on night duty emerged from all corners and surged into the courtyard outside the study, peering curiously at the two figures reflected in the study window.
—Wow, His Highness threw a punch!
—The bear raised its arm to block, then turned to run!
Ouch! I got grabbed by the back of my collar and thrown to the ground!
—General Xiong has stood up! He is about to begin his defense and counterattack!
—His Highness turned around and delivered a flying kick!
...
What an intense, exciting, and thrilling one-on-one match!
Upon hearing the news, Chief Steward Chen An rushed over, pulling his outer robe tighter around himself. He tried anxiously and worriedly to squeeze through the guards gathered at the door, shouting, "Why aren't you all trying to persuade them?!"
The guards laughed all at once, "It's alright, Uncle Chen, it was just a punch."
“Back in Linchuan, we were always ready to draw our swords and chop each other at the slightest disagreement, hahaha.”
However, on the other hand...
"Oh, Your Highness, didn't you just return from the inner city? What caused the fight with General Xiong?"
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After a long while, the two evenly matched fighters in the study finally got tired of fighting and sat down angrily in their chairs, glaring at each other.
"You're so disloyal!" Xiong Xiaoyi pressed the back of his hand to his mouth, angrily accusing, "I avoided hitting your face!"
Yun Lie rolled his eyes and casually wiped the sweat from his forehead. "I didn't intentionally aim at your face! You misjudged the direction and didn't dodge correctly, and you still have the nerve to yell?!"
Xiong Xiaoyi snorted heavily, rubbing the sore spot on his lip, and rolled his eyes at him: "What's wrong with you? What did I say to offend you?"
"Who told you to say those two things together!" I got angry when I heard that.
"Hey, no," Xiong Xiaoyi said, his arms crossed over the edge of the table, his head craning forward curiously, "Why can't we say it all together?"
“Presenting two clues side by side is tantamount to explicitly declaring that there is a necessary connection between these two events!” Yun Lie frowned, questioning with an air of righteous indignation, “Are you absolutely certain that those two events are necessarily connected?”
“Although I’m not entirely sure, I did say, maybe there is!” Xiong Xiaoyi argued logically.
"Perhaps what?" Yun Lie glared at him. "You, a commander of the central army, are so careless when reporting military intelligence to your comrades?"
Yes, he got angry because the bear spoke carelessly.
That's exactly right.
Xiong Xiaoyi scoffed, "This isn't real military intelligence! It's just routine stuff, can't we just speculate?"
“No way,” Yun Lie said firmly and righteously, “as the saying goes, a thousand-mile dike can be breached by an ant hole. We can’t let you get away with this bad habit, otherwise when we return to Linchuan in the future, you’ll be a useless bear!”
Xiong Xiaoyi pointed at him, dumbfounded.