5387

Chapter 5387: Malicious Intent

The green-clad servant, who had consistently stood behind Young Master Er, coldly raised his eyes and squinted at Prince Zheng. "Prince Zheng, please mind your words when addressing my master."

Prince Zheng's face flushed with anger. He clenched his fist tightly, deeply suppressing the rage boiling within him.

"Huang Yong." Young Master Er Qin indifferently raised a hand, dismissing the green-clad servant.

Before Prince Zheng could control his anger, he heard the Master of Forgetfulness River beside him speak with a smile, "Prince Zheng, you've misunderstood Young Master Er." This Mr. Long still smiled kindly at him. Although the man always had a smile on his face and appeared very understanding, Prince Zheng, Mo Xikang, still couldn't help but shiver upon hearing his voice, for some reason.

"Actually, this matter isn't very related to Young Master Er," the Master of Forgetfulness River said with a laugh. "The main responsibility lies with me, with me." However, the more cheerfully he smiled, the more a chilling sensation crept into Prince Zheng's heart. He felt that the man before him seemed to be wearing a thick mask; he couldn't read any thoughts from his face at all.

Then, the Master of Forgetfulness River said with a laugh, "As I passed by your courtyard, I saw your sister walking over from a distance."

"Ah, I swear, I only wanted to play a small prank on her." Mr. Long smiled brightly at Mo Xikang. "Who would have thought she'd actually take it seriously?"

"She took all those bottles and jars I was fiddling with."

Mo Xikang's resentment surged. He glared at the Master of Forgetfulness River, who was now feigning a look of great surprise. "You, you!" He raised a finger at Long Yun, his entire face turning ashen. What grievances did he have with this person, that he would frame him so?

"It's quite strange, actually. Your sister had no idea what those bottles and jars of mine were for," Mr. Long pouted, a hint of feigned grievance on his face. "I even told her these things aren't fun. Even a trace could be life-threatening."

"Who knew your sister was so bold? Not only did she not show any fear, but she was quite happy, wow. She cheerfully took those bottles and jars and left."

"How was I to know that a small prank would be taken completely seriously by your sister?"

Mo Xikang was so angry that his vision blurred. He pointed a finger at Long Yun, his lips trembling, and he couldn't help but roar, "You deliberately framed her!"

"How did I frame her?" Mr. Long pouted, looking wronged.

Mo Xikang then saw the handsome, elegant young man before him. His bones crackled and popped, and in less than a second, he transformed into a pale, wrinkled old woman.

What kind of special ability is this? How can it be so terrifying? Mo Xikang's heart lurched, and he abruptly took a step back. A dashing and handsome man transformed into a decrepit old woman in a matter of seconds. Such a transformation showed no physical abnormality whatsoever. If he hid among enemies, changing constantly, able to turn into a new face and body at will, it would truly be impossible to catch this person even in ten thousand years.

Long Yun chuckled and glanced at Mo Xikang. "Prince Zheng, don't think too much."

"Your sister truly isn't worth me putting in the effort to scheme against her."

In fact, he had merely been fiddling with the medicine bottles in the courtyard, pretending to accidentally spill a little powder.