Chapter 359: Mutual concession of 359 Chapter 359: Mutual concession of 359 “The common girl has seen the War King.” Although she knew that with her current status she should kneel as a proper greeting, she just didn’t want to.

Her knees were precious, having received modern education, she rarely knelt even to the He family, not to mention these unrelated people.

Yet, as soon as Ye Jiu spoke, Ye Wenzheng had already knelt on both knees, and the elderly couple also shakily knelt without daring to speak, only their four- or five-year-old grandson, not understanding anything, hid behind the old man with wide eyes curiously watching Sikong Mo and his entourage.

The old man, frightened, quickly pulled over his grandson and forcefully pressed him to the ground to kowtow, the little one not knowing what was going on and crying out as the old man pressed him down.

“Forget it, my Prince is not such a narrow-minded person, it’s normal for little children not to know the rules. Old man, don’t force it,” Si Nan said.

“Many thanks to the Prince for his understanding, many thanks to the officials for their understanding, many thanks…” Even though the old man had let go of his grandson, his own body was still deeply bent to the ground.

“You are all dismissed.” It wasn’t until Sikong Mo spoke that he then took steps towards Ye Jiu.

As the distance between them grew closer, Ye Jiu unconsciously took two steps back.

Then she noticed that Sikong Mo had also stopped, his face still bearing that same frosty expression, with no sign of whether he was angry.

“Are you also seeking shelter from the rain in this household?” Sikong Mo was the first to speak.

Si Nan was already used to it, because every time the Prince saw Ye Jiu, he would seem somewhat unlike their War King.

Outsiders said their War King was a cold-hearted, bloodthirsty, cruel devil who even ate human flesh, but in reality, though not as exaggerated as the rumors, the deadly aura he exuded was indeed enough to make people stop in their tracks.

It was only in Ye Jiu’s presence that the War King, while still maintaining his usual indifferent demeanor, would have a noticeably gentler aura, becoming more approachable.

In response to Sikong’s question, Ye Jiu did not answer directly, instead saying, “It is getting late, we need to find a place to rest, so we won’t disturb the War King and everyone here.”

As Ye Jiu was about to leave, Sikong Mo reached out and grabbed her sleeve.

Since Ye Jiu was dressed as a noble young master, her sleeves were in the style of wide-robed gowns that, when swung, easily brushed against Sikong Mo’s palm.

Yet, with just a slight tug during their brief touch, Sikong Mo released his hand.

But this faint contact was enough for Ye Jiu to feel it clearly.

“The roads are slippery in the rain, and it’s not good to travel outside. Since you’ve arrived here first, you might as well rest here. We’ll find another place to stay,” Sikong Mo said. Without waiting for a rebuttal from anyone, he turned around, mounted his horse, and rode away.

Ye Jiu knew that Sikong Mo had gone to the neighboring family’s house.

The Prince’s presence was grand; staying in someone’s house meant displacing the residents to find another place to stay, a task that was not done quietly, hence Ye Jiu could clearly hear the commotion from next door.

Sipping the no-longer-hot chicken soup, Ye Jiu tried her best to ignore the noises coming from next door.

The old man’s house happened to have two spare rooms, and Ye Jiu and Ye Wenzheng each took one.

Before going to sleep, the elderly couple came over, looking troubled, “Judging by the young master’s appearance, he seems to know the War King. The silver was given by the people around the Prince, but since the Prince is no longer staying with us, we feel ashamed to accept this silver. We ask the young master to please return it on our behalf.”