That afternoon, an annoying fellow came to the residence again.
When he had left that morning, he had kicked up a cloud of dust.
Yet when he returned, he was high-spirited and smug.
His old, deadwood-like face, creased with wrinkles, was full of a sly grin as Meng Shenji smugly teased, "Hehe... I knew Your Highness would put the greater good first and wouldn't disregard the Empire's honor and disgrace."
Su Xian: ...
Hehe, my ass! Want me to smear that hehe all over your face?!
Old bastards really are damn crafty!
Looking at Meng Shenji's annoyingly smug expression, Su Xian really wanted to pull a—no, damn it!
He wanted to take a Tier 8 Soul Guidance Cannon from his Storage Ring and fire it straight at that old face, letting him experience why flowers were so red.
With an expressionless face, Su Xian said coldly, "Instructor Meng, did you come here to show off just how cunning and deceitful you are?"
"Your Highness must be joking."
Meng Shenji waved his hand without the slightest self-awareness. How could that be called deceitful? It should be called clever.
That was right!
How could an instructor as kind and approachable as himself, polite to everyone and wholeheartedly devoted to the academy, possibly be called deceitful?!
Seeing Su Xian stare at him coldly without speaking, Meng Shenji went straight to the point. "Your Highness knows that only three months remain before the Soul Master Competition. Since Your Highness has only just joined the team, your coordination with them will inevitably be lacking."
It would have been better if he had said nothing. The moment Su Xian heard that, his anger flared even hotter. He nearly spat in Meng Shenji's face as he roared, "You have the nerve to talk about coordination? If you