Chapter 1663: Chongfei’s Blackened Script 15

Chapter 1663: Chapter 1663: Chongfei’s Blackened Script 15

Song Zhen was the hardest-working and most responsible Deputy General in the barracks.

Along the way there had been voices of doubt, but now that she’d reached her current position, no one dared question her ability anymore.

And now, a princess from some tiny backwater kingdom actually dared to be this arrogant.

The sharp, cutting look in Song Zhen’s eyes grew darker and darker.

Beside them, Prince Zhen Nan, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke.

"How presumptuous."

Those words were aimed at Su Yan.

Then he followed with:

"Are you accusing me of failing to train my soldiers properly?"

Prince Zhen Nan was the top commander of the entire barracks, so naturally that female soldier was one of his people.

His tone was cold and hard, every word carrying a strong, domineering pressure.

After listening, Su Yan was a bit puzzled as to why he’d say something like that.

She spoke:

"You think that female soldier just now was quite good?"

The subtext being:

Your supposedly excellent soldier got injured by her with just a casual move, and you still have the nerve to come over and question whether mine are well-trained?

Prince Zhen Nan had been leading troops in battle for many years; more than likely, no one had ever dared talk to him like this.

Song Zhen stared fixedly at Su Yan.

Previously she’d thought she was just a princess locked away deep in the palace.

Now it seemed she’d underestimated her.

"I wonder if Princess still remembers her own status? Speaking so rudely—is that the proper conduct of Jianglan Country?"

Su Yan looked at Song Zhen and seriously shot back:

"I am the Princess. Are you questioning my words?"

Xiao Hua was practically vibrating with excitement.

For some reason, every time Host started choking someone off, she was terrifyingly good at it.

What was even scarier was that Host never felt she was picking a fight—she genuinely believed she was just being reasonable.

Ouyang Yu’s face was rigidly cold, his voice stripped of all emotion.

"Do not forget, you have not yet married into Prince Zhen Nan. You are not the mistress of this Prince Mansion."

Su Yan nodded.

"Correct, I have not married yet.

Which is why I’ll be moving out of here."

Ouyang Yu narrowed his eyes.

If the peace-bride princess moved out of Prince Zhen Nan, once that spread it would likely be taken as Prince Zhen Nan having done something unjust to her.

Then on the imperial court, he’d probably have a couple more memorials impeaching him.

However... did she really think he’d be afraid of that?

Ouyang Yu clasped his hands behind his back, his posture even more straight and imposing.

"Men."

"At your service!"

"Arrange for Princess to stay at the nearest post station."

"Yes, sir!"

Hearing this, a faint smile appeared on Su Yan’s face.

She looked at this Prince Zhen Nan—mm, his temper was bad, but his heart wasn’t.

Su Yan spoke:

"Many thanks, General."

After that, she turned to Xiao Tao at her side and said:

"Go pack up, we’re leaving."

Xiao Tao’s face went stiff, and she nearly burst into tears.

"Princess, you—you can’t do that."

The moment Su Yan heard the way she started, she knew Xiao Tao was definitely going to oppose her.

Her expression went blank.

"I’m moving out. Now."

The instant Xiao Tao saw Su Yan’s expressionless face, she thought of that rainy night.

Xiao Tao shivered inexplicably, and then chickened out.

Moving out would be bad for her reputation.

But at least she’d still be alive.

"Yes, Princess."

With that, she hurriedly rushed back to the courtyard to start packing.

Su Yan turned to leave as well.

Suddenly, a spear shot down at high speed from the platform, hurtling straight toward Su Yan.

Su Yan tilted her head to the side.

The spear flew straight toward the wall.

Only, before the spear could pierce into the wall—

It was caught in one slender hand.

The next second, the spear reversed course and flew back the way it had come.

Song Zhen, standing up on the high platform, lifted her hand and immediately grabbed hold of the spear.

She staggered back two steps.

Her brows twisted together.

Looking down, she saw her hand had been shaken hard enough to bleed.