761: Chapter 761 Isn't that just a disguised form of pyramid scheme?

Ye Chen's mouth twitched.

"A frail damsel?"

"You're a princess, surrounded by attendants whenever you go out. What does that have anything to do with being a frail damsel?"

But he didn't say it out loud, because he knew that this girl didn't want to return to the Dragon Country with him just for sightseeing.

Everyone knew exactly why.

Ye Chen didn't refuse directly. Instead, he turned his head and looked at Yi Yue. "Yue Yue, are you in a rush?"

Yi Yue shook her head, a faint smile hanging on her lips.

"I'm not in a rush. Xiao Ya is looking after the shop, so nothing will go wrong."

Ye Chen nodded and looked back at Euphemia.

Euphemia held her breath, her eyes sparkling as she stared at him like a kitten waiting to be fed.

"Fine."

Ye Chen finally relented. "Then we'll leave in two days. We'll go back together then."

"Yay!!!"

Euphemia jumped up from her chair, raising both hands above her head, as excited as a child.

The guests still in the restaurant turned their heads, looking at the Princess in astonishment.

In their impression, Euphemia was always dignified and elegant, with every gesture exuding an aristocratic aura.

But at this moment, she was like a little girl who had won the lottery, smiling until her eyes narrowed into slits.

Euphemia realized she had lost her composure and quickly covered her mouth, but the smile in her eyes could not be hidden.

She sat back down in her chair, cleared her throat, and looked at Ye Chen with a serious expression.

"Don't worry, I'll cover all your food, accommodation, and travel expenses for these two days!"

"I guarantee you'll eat well, drink well, and have a good time—even better than a tour group!"

Ye Chen looked at her confident appearance and couldn't help but laugh. "Alright, alright, stop bragging. Let's go."

Euphemia quickly waved the waiter over to pay the bill, then stood up and skipped ahead to lead the way.

With that cheerful demeanor, where was there any trace of a princess?

Qian Duofu followed behind, watching Euphemia's back, with only one thought in his mind.

This Princess has likely truly fallen for him.

...

The group walked out of the restaurant as night had already fallen.

The lights on the commercial street illuminated the entire avenue as if it were day.

Euphemia looked back at Ye Chen and said with a grin, "Come on, I'll take you to the place where I live."

"The place where you live?" Ye Chen raised an eyebrow. "Not the palace?"

"I wouldn't live in the palace." Euphemia curled her lip.

"There are too many rules in the palace. People control what I wear and watch me eat. It's annoying to death."

"I moved out after I came of age. I have a manor in the suburbs. Although it's not as grand as the palace, it has the advantage of freedom."

Ye Chen nodded and didn't say anything more.

The group walked along the commercial street for a few minutes and arrived at a parking lot.

Euphemia pressed the key in her hand, and the headlights of a white Bentley slowly turned on.

"Get in!"

They all got into the car, which then pulled into the lane and headed towards the suburbs.

Euphemia's driving skills were unexpectedly good. The car wove through the traffic as smoothly as a boat sailing on calm water.

Ye Chen leaned back in his seat, turning his head to look at the night scenery outside the window.

The night view of Eagle Country was quite different from the Dragon Country; there weren't as many neon lights or as many crowds.

On both sides of the street were ancient buildings, which, under the illumination of streetlights, exuded a sense of heaviness accumulated over time.

"Ye Chen." Euphemia glanced at him through the rearview mirror. "What do you think of Eagle Country?"

Ye Chen withdrew his gaze and said indifferently, "It's alright, it's just too cold."

Euphemia couldn't help but laugh. "Aren't you people from the Dragon Country the most cold-resistant? You're still afraid of the cold?"

"Who told you that people from the Dragon Country are the most cold-resistant?" Ye Chen rolled his eyes. "In the south of the Dragon Country, temperatures a few degrees above zero in winter can freeze people to tears. Do you think we're polar bears?"

Euphemia laughed even harder, her shoulders shaking.

...

The car drove out of the city, passed through a dense forest, and the view suddenly opened up.

A manor appeared in the night.

Euphemia honked the horn, and the gate slowly opened.

The car drove into the manor, continuing along a gravel road.

And at the end of the road was a three-story white building.

Euphemia parked the car at the entrance of the building, turned off the engine, and hopped out.

"We're here! This is my home!"

She spread her arms, took a deep breath, and her face was full of a proud smile.

Ye Chen pushed open the car door and stepped out.

He looked around and nodded. "Not bad, it's quite quiet."

"Of course!" Euphemia patted her chest.

"This is a place I carefully selected. I looked at dozens of manors before choosing this one."

"Although it's not as big as the palace, it's comfortable to live in, and no one controls me."

The group walked into the living room, and just as they were about to sit down...

Suddenly.

"Knock! Knock! Knock!"

The door was knocked on.

Euphemia frowned, stood up, and walked towards the door.

"Who is it? In the middle of the night..."

She opened the door, and her voice came to an abrupt halt.

Three people were standing at the door.

Leading them was an old man wearing a red robe.

The old man was tall and was leaning on a scepter.

His expression was serious and rigid, and his whole body exuded an indescribable majesty.

Standing behind him were two middle-aged men also wearing red robes, with long swords at their waists, looking like guards.

Euphemia looked at the old man, her expression changing slightly. "High Priest? Why are you here?"

The High Priest didn't answer; his gaze passed over Euphemia and landed on Ye Chen in the living room.

Those gray-blue eyes, like two sharp knives, swept back and forth across Ye Chen.

After a long while.

The High Priest withdrew his gaze, looked at Euphemia, and spoke in a voice that was majestic without being angry.

"Princess, I heard that you brought a Dragon Countryman of unknown origin into the palace today?"

"I also heard that you want to give up your status as Princess for this Dragon Countryman?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it struck Euphemia's heart like a heavy hammer.

Euphemia's face turned pale instantly.

The High Priest was the spiritual mentor of the royal family and held a pivotal position within the royal family.

Even the Queen had to carefully consider his words.

And now, he had come in person.

He had come with ill intent.

Euphemia looked at the High Priest's rigid and severe eyes, took a deep breath, and straightened her back.

"That's right."

"His name is Ye Chen. He is my savior and the man I want to pursue."

"I brought him to the palace to meet my mother, the Queen. Is there a problem with that?"

The High Priest's brows furrowed sharply.

"Princess, as the heir to the Eagle Country royal family, your every action represents the face of the royal family."

"You brought a Dragon Countryman of unknown origin into the palace, and you want to give up your status as Princess for him?"

"Do you know what people outside will say? They will say the royal family has declined, and that even the Princess has degenerated!"

Euphemia's face went pale, but she still stubbornly held her head high.

"High Priest, I will emphasize this one more time..."

"The 'Dragon Countryman of unknown origin' you speak of is my savior."

"If it weren't for him, I would have died long ago."

"It's one thing that you don't thank him, but on what grounds do you say he is of unknown origin?"

The High Priest snorted coldly, his gaze passing over Euphemia and piercing straight at Ye Chen in the living room.

"Thank him?"

"He saved you, but who knows if he had ulterior motives?"

"There is no such thing as groundless kindness in this world, especially from people who have crawled up from the bottom; every action they take is to climb higher."

He paused, his voice becoming even colder and sharper.

"Princess, you are too naive. You've been deceived and don't even know it."

Euphemia was trembling with anger and was about to retort...

A calm voice came from the living room.

"Are you done?"

The High Priest's gaze narrowed as he looked at Ye Chen on the sofa.

The young man was leaning on the sofa, crossing his legs.

A flash of disgust crossed the High Priest's eyes.

"You are Ye Chen?"

Ye Chen said indifferently, "That's right."

"Now, I'll give you one last chance. Get out of here immediately and leave Eagle Country."

"Otherwise..."

The High Priest narrowed his eyes. "You will pay the price you deserve!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Chen laughed dumbfoundedly. "Who do you think you are to order me around?"

As his words fell.

There was a deathly silence in the living room.

The two red-robed guards behind the High Priest simultaneously placed their hands on the hilts of their swords, killing intent surging in their eyes.

Wait...

What kind of figure was the High Priest? How could this brat be so unrestrained in his speech???

Euphemia's expression changed instantly, and she quickly stepped in front of Ye Chen.

"High Priest, he didn't mean it like that..."

The High Priest raised his hand to interrupt her, staring at Ye Chen, laughing in extreme anger.

"Who do I think I am?"

"I am the High Priest of Eagle Country, the spiritual leader of millions of believers!"

"You, a brat in your twenties, actually dare to ask me who I think I am?"

Ye Chen looked at him, his expression unchanged.

"Millions of believers?"

"Isn't that just a pyramid scheme in disguise? Is that something to be proud of?"

The High Priest's face instantly turned the color of a pig's liver.

Pyramid scheme?

This Dragon Countryman actually compared him to someone running a pyramid scheme?

He had served as the High Priest of Eagle Country for over thirty years, and no one had ever dared to insult him like this!

"Insolent!!!"

The High Priest slammed his scepter onto the ground, and the marble tiles on the floor cracked in response.

That aura made Euphemia, who was standing to the side, involuntarily take two steps back.