A bang echoed as Jin Tianshi left the flying ship, his clothes soaked with wine and dirty with food scraps. His face was full of hatred.
It seems he was having a pleasant al when ilin turned off the flying ship's engines.
"How dare you do this to ? I'm the leader of the Five Colors Pavilion branch in this damned kingdom!" Tianshi declared, one hand on his sword.
"You're more like a damned bandit, stealing the birthday present I got from Dad! Do I need to tell you the consequences of doing sothing like that?"
ilin didn't back down either, not even when the true immortal who always accompanied Tianshi appeared.
"Your..." Tianshi gritted his teeth hard enough for his gums to bleed, his sword sliding out of its sheath.
"Bitch! I'll show you who'll suffer the consequences here!"
The True Immortal even thought about stopping him, but after a brief mont, he just shook his head, looking at Qingyi.
That wouldn't be necessary and honestly, Tianshi needed to suffer so consequences for his actions.
"Get out of the way insect!" Tianshi shouted, not seeming to recognize Qingyi.
"ah... looks like shitting your pants last ti wasn't shaful enough for you, huh?" Qingyi flashed a big smile, feeling Tianshi's Qi explode.
Tianshi was stronger than before, but unfortunately for him, Qingyi was also much stronger than before.
The handso young man even thought about drawing his sword, but in the end, he decided to use his bare hands, surrounding them with black scales as he grabbed Tianshi's sword.
"You... I order you to-" before Tianshi was even able to finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a powerful kick from Qingyi, straight into his face, leaving a perfect reddish mark from his boots on the pale skin of the arrogant son of the gold king.
"ah..." The True Immortal sighed, stepping to the side and catching Tianshi before he hit the flying ship.
Fortunately, this ti Tianshi hadn't dirtied his pants, but seeing him drooling with a broken nose and a clouded conscience made the immortal think that this defeat had been even more shaful.
"I beg your pardon for that, young Miss ilin, I reminded him that your flying ship was a personal gift from the Gold King and that, even as branch leader, he shouldn't touch it." The True Immortal bowed respectfully.
Honestly, he cursed his fate a little.
Who had he offended in his past life to deserve such a brat? The money he received from Tianshi was good, but he already earned well as a direct servant of the branch.
He regretted having taken part in that plan to get rid of ilin.
'How could a man like the Gold King have a son like that?' The immortal wondered.
Tianshi was arrogant, foolish, even incapable of realizing how little power he truly had.
After a short mont, Tianshi's eyes opened slightly. He was confused at first, but this confusion soon turned to anger as he turned away from the real immortal.
"You bastard... you know who I am, I'm the son of the gold king, don't think you're going to get away with this just because you're my sister's little boyfriend!" Tianshi roared, turning to the immortal and pointing at Qingyi.
"I order you to kill him right now, I'm the branch leader, you should obey and serve, I have the power-"
The mont those last words escaped Tianshi's lips, ilin burst into laughter.
"Father has the power, you're nothing but a pig who used a disgusting tactic to take my position, you're lucky that husband hasn't torn you apart yet!"
She shouted, not even a little afraid to escalate the situation.
Tianshi was about to reply when the third prince finally decided to intervene.
"I beg your pardon, young master Tianshi, young miss ilin, but I believe we have more important things to deal with and above all, a war to win.
Can you forget your personal disagreents for the sake of our cause?"
"Yes, that would be best." The True Immortal behind Tianshi spoke, casting a deadly glance at the arrogant young master.
After a brief mont of internal struggle, Tianshi clenched his fists, lowering his head.
'It won't stay that way...' He repeated internally, cursing Qingyi and ilin in his mind as he turned, entering the camp of the third prince's army.
"Empty my flying ship, everyone must leave." ilin ordered the True Immortal before turning back to Qingyi.
The handso young man was smiling at her next to Margareth, the golden-haired beauty clinging tightly to his arm, pulling him into her cleavage, enveloping his forearm with her huge, soft tits.
"I'm sorry husband, I didn't an to cause trouble." ilin said softly, but Qingyi just shook his head.
"You did the right thing," he said, grabbing her slim, delicate waist, staying like that for another mont before separating.
They were about to et with much of the kingdom's high nobility and they didn't want any nobles with bruised egos to find their proximity on such an occasion disrespectful.
" Very well." The prince clapped his hands and a group of servants served wine to everyone there, whose eyes were focused on the newcors.
They obviously knew Jin ilin well, she was famous both for her recent affair with a young man called Qingyi, her talent for business and, of course, her position as the daughter of the gold king.
"Miss ilin, thank you for coming, the support of the Burning Red Pavilion is essential to our effort to have a fair and dignified leader on the royal throne, not that man-shaped pile of muscles that is the second prince."
One of the nobles spoke, receiving a respectful smile from ilin, who sat next to Margareth on the only two free chairs there.
Qingyi, a commoner who, in that nobleman's eyes, had only his beauty and talent as a positive point, had to stand, but he honestly preferred it that way.
If anyone ssed up, he could act and protect his wives much more easily.
"Well, can we start the eting?" The third prince stood up. "Miss ilin, what are the terms of your help to our cause?"
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