Chapter 535: Chapter 535: Difficult to be a Hostage (30) Chapter 535: Chapter 535: Difficult to be a Hostage (30) Lian Qiong went to the Taoist Temple.
The Temple Master seed to have expected his arrival and was brewing tea, waiting for him.
Lian Qiong sat down and hurriedly took a sip of tea.
“Your Highness, if you drink tea too hastily, it loses its flavor,” said the Temple Master, pouring him another cup. “Savor it slowly.”
“I feel like I’ve been possessed,” Lian Qiong murmured as he gazed into the tranquil tea, “Do you think I can be saved?”
“Demons arise from the heart, Your Highness. Your Heart Demon has always been there,” the Temple Master spoke in a drawl, and Lian Qiong really wished he would speak faster.
“Not that.”
The Temple Master lifted his eyes, “What has Your Highness encountered?”
“Wei Country’s Hostage,” Lian Qiong said, uttering just four words.
“That girl…”
Lian Qiong slamd the table, “Did you also know she’s female?”
Lian Qiong felt deeply deceived.
It seed the whole world knew that Wei Country’s Proton was female, except for him.
“Your Highness, we who cultivate the way do not judge by appearances. Wei Country’s Proton lacks the masculine energy that a man should have, instead possessing a feminine softness,” explained the Temple Master.
“Then why didn’t you tell ?!” as if watching him get duped.
“Your Highness, you are losing your composure.”
Lian Qiong felt a stifling sensation in his chest, glaring at the Temple Master for a long while before finally letting it dissipate, lifting his cup and taking another sip without tasting anything.
The Temple Master shook his head.
What a waste of his tea.
“I know what Your Highness wants to ask, but all I can offer you is one phrase, ‘It’s better to ask oneself than to ask the heavens.'”
“That’s clearly what she said,” Lian Qiong muttered.
The Temple Master smiled and poured him another cup of tea.
This ti Lian Qiong actually took the ti to taste it.
Bitter on the palate.
Sweet on the finish.
–
Lian Qiong stord up the mountain, but ambled down defeated.
Chen Fei was waiting at the foot of the mountain, and upon seeing Lian Qiong’s state, feared the Temple Master had done sothing to him.
Who would have thought Lian Qiong would steady himself with the carriage and then turn to say, “It’s ti to settle accounts with General Zhen Nan.”
Chen Fei: “…”
Right.
It was still his sa prince.
“Your Highness, General Zhen Nan has grown complacent over the years. Now that Jin and Wei are at war, there’s been no action from his end, how shall we move against him?”
“Then we’ll provoke him onto the battlefield,” Lian Qiong’s lips slightly curled, “Whether he can return, and how he returns, that will be up to his fate.”
“What about the Empress…” The Empress was General Zhen Nan’s daughter.
Lian Qiong’s tone was icy, “The Empress… Let’s send her a grand gift.”
Lian Qiong lifted the curtain and boarded the carriage.
As the curtain fell, calm was restored.
Chen Fei heaved a sigh.
The prince still intended to…
After so many years of patient scheming, he no longer needed to act personally, only had to issue commands, and there were plenty who would manage all affairs for him.
But in a daze, Chen Fei still could see the young prince, holding a bloody sword, standing amidst a field of bones, smiling soundlessly.
That smile was desolate and sinister.
That was the prince… on his first battlefield.
It was then Chen Fei felt sothing hidden in the depths of his prince’s heart that could swallow him whole if he wasn’t careful.
–
Lian Qiong returned to his residence where a servant was fussing with the flowers. He suddenly stopped in his tracks, “What is this?”
Startled, the servant replied, “Answering the master, it is Beauty Smile.”
“Beauty Smile?” Lian Qiong frowned, “Throw it out.”
The servants exchanged glances.
How had the flower offended the master?
With hands behind his back, Lian Qiong walked away. Beauty Smile… Aside from her, who else could be called beautiful?
Even a flower couldn’t bear that na.
Unacceptable!
Lian Qiong approached Chuzheng’s room, halted at the mont of pushing the door, then after a brief silence, turned and left.
He took a few steps away, then turned back again.
And then he continued to leave.
He repeated this several tis.
In the end, Lian Qiong still slinked away with trepidation, only asking Chen Fei to keep an eye on Chuzheng for a mont.
Chen Fei was busy with affairs, where would he have ti to pay attention to Chuzheng.
Chuzheng was busy with procurent—grains.
Bastard made her do it!
It had nothing to do with her!
Assassin spat blood in anger: “Boss, I’m an assassin, you know? Do you rember my profession?” The tasks he had been given earlier, although beneath an assassin’s dignity, were at least related. For the sake of money, he endured.
Now, look at this.
He, an assassin, was being asked to procure grain.
His hands were ant to harvest heads with a knife, not for procuring grain!!
Chuzheng: “Do you want to make money?”
“Yes!” the assassin said: “Otherwise, why would I be an assassin.”
Chuzheng suddenly shifted the focus: “Aren’t you an assassin because you were raised by the Assassin Organization since you were little?”
The assassin gave Chuzheng an eye-roll: “I’m a freelance assassin, not the sa as those people.”
Chuzheng: “…”
So, that’s possible.
“Oh.” Chuzheng just casually asked: “Now that I’m offering you a way to make money, what does it matter whether you’re an assassin or not?”
Assassin: “Although what you say makes sense, I can’t go against my profession!”
The path is one’s own choice.
He must walk it, even if on his knees.
He is a qualified assassin!
Chuzheng pondered for a mont and suggested: “Then you can do it part-ti.”
Finding soone else would be such a hassle,
since everyone was an acquaintance, Chuzheng just went ahead and used him.
This is how the assassin got started on the job and transford from an assassin into a rchant.
Chuzheng had the assassin procure grain, primarily from wealthy businessn and the surplus of ordinary people.
Naturally, such large-scale hoarding of grain garnered the attention of so businessn. And with the war picking up lately, grain prices kept soaring.
But these businessn soon realized they could not compete.
The prices offered by the other party were too high; even they were tempted to sell their grain for cash.
Chuzheng didn’t just want the grain from the Imperial City.
He wanted the grain from all over the country, stockpiling it all.
In a short amount of ti, Chuzheng beca a major grain holder.
The assassin, too, was rolling in wealth and carried the confidence of a rich gentleman.
However, as an assassin, his aura was too distinctive, and not soone people dared to provoke easily; the grain procurent went very smoothly, much to Chuzheng’s satisfaction.
[You should take a look at the Good Person Card.]
What’s wrong with him now?
Every ti Lian Qiong saw her he’d run as if she was going to eat him.
Was she really that frightening?!
She was clearly very handso, wasn’t she?
[Just take a look.]
The King’s Account didn’t say much more.
Chuzheng scratched her fingertips on the desk and sent Xiao Shanzi to ask where Lian Qiong was.
However, Xiao Shanzi said: “The Third Prince has just returned. Your servant saw from afar… it didn’t seem pleasant.” That look, that expression, could scare soone to death; even from that distance, he felt the murderous aura.
“Where is he?”
“He seed to have gone to the study.”
Chuzheng walked from her room to the study. Chen Fei was pacing back and forth outside the study, his face full of worry.
“Thirteenth Prince.” Chen Fei greeted Chuzheng with a cupped-fist salute when he saw her coming.
“What’s wrong with him?” Chuzheng asked, her hands clasped behind her back.
A mont’s inattention, and trouble arises.
Why is her fate so bitter!
“Thirteenth Prince…” Chen Fei said helplessly: “It’s better if you don’t ask. If you have sothing to discuss with his highness, please co back later.”
“I’m going to take a look.”
Chen Fei wanted to stop her, but considering that the prince seed to care a lot about Wei Country’s Hostage, he tactfully didn’t stand in her way.
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