90: Chapter 90 Living Better Than You: The General Male Supporting Character 8 [An Qi, the Official, Owes 9 Chapters]

[Right? This is what a sweet romance should be.]

[The male and female leads are basically useless. One is oblivious, the other is holding back every day. Who even likes watching that kind of stuff?]

[It's like they don't have mouths to speak. This is ancient times, they're already married. Is it that hard to confess?]

[Prince Yu deserves not getting any action; he hasn't even held hands.]

[Marriage before love should be like this: get intimate that night, pour your hearts out the next day.]

[I think so too. This isn't a tragedy movie at all; it's clearly sweet fluff.]

[But what's up with Nan Jin? One moment she's a scheming woman, the next she's a little wifey?]

[So what? Who wants to watch flat characters? This kind is vivid.]

A crowd of light spots huddled in the carriage, chattering endlessly.

Meng Zhu ignored them, but just as the two were embracing in a tender moment, the carriage gave a "clunk" and came to an abrupt halt.

[Hmm? Another plot point not in the original work. Looks like a good show.]

[What good show? You guys, come out and look! We've encountered the male and female leads' carriage blocking the way.]

So that was it, the carriages had crossed paths?

Meng Zhu patted Nan Jin to soothe her. Nan Jin lifted the carriage curtain, and instantly understood.

At this moment, there was a commotion outside the carriage.

An arrogant voice rang out.

"This is the carriage of Prince Yus Mansion, get out of the way immediately!"

Personal Guard Mo Yu's voice came through the curtain, reporting in a low tone.

"General, Madam, it is the carriage of Prince Yus Mansion. They should be returning to Prince Yus Mansion from the Prime Ministers Manor."

Nan Jin felt a tightening in her heart and subconsciously grabbed Meng Zhu's sleeve. Having just heard Meng Zhu analyze the dire situation at court, she didn't want him to clash with Prince Yu over such a trivial matter.

She didn't realize that compared to clashing with Nan Li, she was more worried about Meng Zhu.

"Husband, we…"

Meng Zhu patted the back of her hand to reassure her, interrupting:

"Madam, do not worry."

He then spoke toward the outside of the carriage.

"Did a dog eat your courage? How many soldiers does Prince Yu have?"

The voice was not loud, but it carried a sense of composure.

Outside the carriage, Personal Guard Mo Yu heard this and understood in a second.

He hadn't considered that the General had a family now; he shouldn't have asked.

So, Personal Guard Mo Yu curled his lips into a cold sneer and vaulted onto the lead horse pulling the carriage.

Once he was mounted, his aura changed instantly. Personal Guard Mo Yu channeled his internal energy and gave the reins a shake.

The black horse seemed to receive some kind of order; it reared its head and let out a loud whinny, its front hooves raised high, then slammed down heavily!

"Boom!"

With a dull thud, the bluestone slabs were cracked.

This jet-black steed was Meng Zhu's mount. Abandoning the carriage, it was immediately a warhorse.

It was no ordinary draft horse; having followed Meng Zhu for many years, it was named "Break Formation".

The aura and fierce intent belonging to a warhorse were suddenly released.

The horse pulling Prince Yus Mansion's carriage on the opposite side had never seen such a formation; its legs went weak on the spot, and it whinnied, losing its footing.

The magnificent carriage swayed and shook uncontrollably.

Prince Yu and Nan Li reacted quickly, jumping off the carriage, still shaken.

"You… You are bold!"

Several guards hurriedly shielded Prince Yu and Nan Li, drawing their blades and glaring at Personal Guard Mo Yu.

Personal Guard Mo Yu sat atop the horse, looking down at them with disdain.

"This is the carriage of the General Pingxi personally conferred by the Emperor. This horse is the General's mount, a warhorse from the army. It has a fierce temperament and only bows its head after seeing blood. It is inconvenient to avoid the path, so I ask His Highness Prince Yu to make way!"

Xuanyuan Zhan's face turned pale, then blue.

He certainly knew that Meng Zhu was a ruthless character that even The Old Emperor dared not push too far.

He just didn't expect Meng Zhu to not even give him this bit of face.

If he continued to tangle with him today, he would only be the one to suffer.

He turned his head to look at Nan Li, who was still somewhat fearful, and thought it better to let it go.

Gritting his teeth, he squeezed two words through them:

"Make way!"

The guards of Prince Yus Mansion hurriedly drove the carriage to the side of the road.

The commoners on the street whispered to each other, shocked beyond measure.

The Generals Mansion carriage drove by slowly, but Nan Jin suddenly pulled back the carriage curtain.

She looked at Nan Li standing on the side of the road, a naive and innocent smile on her face.

"Oh my, so it was younger sister's carriage. This is my first time seeing a warhorse from the army, so I can only apologize on behalf of my husband. However, it is already this hour, is younger sister only going to the palace to thank the Emperor now? This… is it not a bit late?"

After speaking, she lowered the curtain, ignoring the murderous look Prince Yu wanted to give her.

Her husband had already offended them, so she wouldn't miss a chance to disparage them.

Prince Yu only felt a tightness in his chest, stifled to death.

[Did you see clearly? The two outside are the supporting male and female characters.]

[This Prince is living too miserably.]

[This is normal. Without real power, he is nothing.]

[Should I say Nan Jin is cute? One second she's worried her husband will offend someone.]

[The next second she realizes her husband already offended them, so she quickly strikes a finishing blow.]

[It feels like because of the trauma from her past life, her personality in this life is too strange, so fragmented.]

[Let's keep watching. Let Meng Zhu dig a bit more; maybe this isn't her true nature.]

[Seriously, is this warhorse for real?]

[It's real. Martial generals usually like this, using their own mounts to pull the carriage. If they encounter danger, they abandon the carriage and mount up to fight.]

[No, I mean the aura. Are warhorses really that different?]

[I don't know about that.]

[Just push it to the setting.]

[It's starting to feel like a power fantasy. Prince Yu? How many divisions does Prince Yu have?]

[Warhorse: My temper is fierce, if you don't submit, I'll fight! Personal Guard Mo Yu: Yes, yes, yes, if you don't make way, I'll kick you to death!]

The little interlude passed just like that. Several people didn't know that in a restaurant in the distance, a few people had watched the whole process through the window.

In a private room by the window of the restaurant.

"As expected, still so arrogant."

The young man wearing blue brocade robes held a wine cup, a smile on his lips.

He possessed a natural noble air of the imperial family; he was the current Third Prince, Prince Jing, Xuan Yuan Jing.

A scholar in his forties with a three-strand long beard had a calm expression.

"Does Your Highness want to win him over?"

Xuan Yuan Jing nodded, then shook his head.

"I originally thought he was a talent and wanted to win him over, but now it seems this person is unruly and shows his sharp edge; I fear he is difficult to control."

"It's just…"

He paused, his eyes slightly darkened.

"He married Prime Minister Nan Ling's legitimate daughter, and that old fox Prime Minister Nan Ling favors Prince Liang. I have to keep an eye on this General Meng."

For a moment, the atmosphere in the private room was somewhat heavy.

"Your Highness, think twice."

Mr. Wu spoke again.

He poured a cup of wine for Prince Jing, saying unhurriedly:

"Your Highness, not to mention General Meng's military power, the most critical thing is his own strength."

Prince Jing's brows were tightly locked, also finding it difficult to handle.

Mr. Wu saw this and changed the subject, smiling slightly:

"However, Your Highness, why not observe for a while? General Meng was previously a lone wolf with no attachments, so naturally, he had no scruples, but now it is different…"

He implied something.

"Having a wife is one thing, and when there are children next year, he will have to consider his descendants. When a man has a family, his thoughts will always change. When that time comes, we can probe his tone again; perhaps there will be hope of recruiting him."

Prince Jing pondered for a moment, and finally nodded. The hostility in the private room gradually dissipated.