Who's taking advantage of whom?

  The shopkeeper paused for a moment, thinking that no one had come to report at the front gate, and looking at Rong Yi's face, he was shocked in his heart and said:

  "Crown Prince, you didn't fly back using qinggong, did you? Your body..."

  Rong Yi slowly shook his head, signaling him not to say anything more. His gaze passed through the hall door and saw the people sitting inside, asking: "What's going on?"

  The merchant looked at his own son's face, which was as white as jade, with a hint of transparency, and clear and pure between the eyebrows and eyes. Although his voice was not loud, it was full and rich, and he didn't seem to be seriously ill.

  He finally felt at ease and looked inside to see who it was, then respectfully replied:

  "Last night, the sixth prince arrived at the mansion. The subordinate told him you had something to attend to and weren't present, so he waited for you all night and still hasn't left."

  Before he could finish speaking, the Sixth Prince had already stood up, shook his brocade robe, and strode to the opposite side of Rong Yi, with a face full of eagerness:

  "Hey, Rong Hu Li, where did you go? We're the number one model son of the imperial capital, and yet you didn't return to the mansion for a whole night. This is huge news! Let me guess, did you finally break your fast last night?"

  Rong Yi's expression didn't change, he smiled calmly and said, "Let the Sixth Prince guess wrong, it was me who wasn't right."

  The sixth prince curled his lips, and his eyes showed a hint of disappointment. He glanced down at an angle, raised an eyebrow, and smiled slyly: "Rong Hu Li, if you don't use it for a long time, aren't you afraid that when you really need to use it, it won't work?"

  "A camel that has died of starvation is still bigger than a horse." Rong Yi smiled, cast a glance at the Sixth Prince from under her eyelids, and sauntered into the great hall.

  Sixth Prince: “……”

  Watching Rong Yi walking towards the east, he hastily went up to intercept him, "Rong Yi, let's play another game of chess."

  "Didn't we just play yesterday?" Rong Yi slightly raised an eyebrow, "Could it be that you actually like wearing..."

  "A good man doesn't mention yesterday's affairs! Don't talk about yesterday, I already know now. How to break your Dragon Killing Formation? Come on, let's play another round quickly, and I'll surely surprise you!"

  The sixth prince interrupted Rong Yi's words, his face didn't show any signs of staying up all night, and he was quite spirited. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't touch Rong Yi, he might have already dragged him to the chessboard.

  Rong Yi looked at him for a while, and Yu Bai's fingers rubbed his slightly sore temples, closing his eyes quietly.

  The merchant saw him like this and worriedly said: "Young Master, don't you want to take a rest for a while?"

  The sixth prince also looked at his expression and found that his complexion was not quite right, hesitated and said: "Rong Hu Li, if you really can't do it, take a rest for a while, I'll wait for you again."

  "It's alright," Rong Yi slowly opened his eyes, lowered his fingers, and turned to look at the Sixth Prince with a calm gaze and soft tone.

  "You go set up the chessboard, just like the move you lost to me yesterday. I'll wash up and come over right away."

  "Alright then, hurry up." Seeing him agree, the Sixth Prince turned around and strode towards the front hall.

  Qu Shang followed Rong Yi to a small hall not far away, ordered someone to bring water and towels, and said with a worried face:

  "Crown Prince, how did you use your martial arts skills? Was there an assassin?"

  Rong Yi slowly immersed his hand in the water, and the warm water at a suitable temperature made him feel much more comfortable. He picked up a towel to wipe his face. His eyes sparkled on and off in the morning light.

  I don't know if little girl saw his posture and breathing clearly?

  "There's no assassin. It's just that I haven't used my internal energy for a while, and I wanted to try out the feeling." Rong Yu hung his sword aside, sat down, elegantly and slowly picked up a cup of tea, and took a light sip.