"It-it's the Forr Chief Military Commander..."
Long Chuan finally understood why his father, upon seeing Chen Yang's face, had imdiately dropped to his knees without a second word.
「That day.」
Long Yicheng had attended the Luo Family's funeral, though he only watched from a distance. But he had a vivid mory of the man who single-handedly slaughtered countless nobles and powerful clans.
"I-I'm sorry, we didn't know it was you, sir. Otherwise, we never would have dared. I beg you to show rcy, for the sake of the Little Prince and the forr Pri Minister."
After a long mont, Li Yun's companion saw that his friend was barely breathing. He frantically got into a proper kneeling position, planting his hands on the floor and lowering his head as he pleaded earnestly.
Chen Yang said nothing. Noticing it had suddenly started raining outside, he silently shook his head.
The crowd was stunned. This man's aura was truly terrifying!
Subconsciously, they also looked outside. A fierce wind swept through as heavy rain poured down, blanketing the surface of the Qingyuan River in a thick mist. An occasional canopy boat drifted by, its fisherman clad in a bamboo hat and straw raincoat, his bamboo pole dipping into the water, deep then shallow, in a slow and steady rhythm.
It was the very picture of a breathtaking ink wash painting.
If not for the bloody conflict that had left everyone in the hall on edge, their Divine Spirits trembling, soone would surely have been moved to take out their phone and capture such a precious mont. For those who had hoped to enjoy the river view under the warm sun, it was a true pity.
"When the rain lets up, shall we take a walk by the river?" Chen Yang suggested.
The kneeling middle-aged man's breathing grew ragged. He was furious at being ignored, yet he dared not voice his anger. He had invoked not only the Little Prince's status but also the na of the forr Pri Minister, hoping the other party would let the matter drop.
There's an old saying: always leave a way out so that you can et again on good terms in the future.
But this Forr Chief Military Commander... not only did he act as if he hadn't heard, but he continued discussing his plans with Zhou Yufei.
How is this showing the Zuo Family any respect at all?
If it had been anyone else, there would have been no need to even ntion the Pri Minister. At the re ntion of the Little Prince's title, every powerful clan and top-tier family would have respectfully acknowledged him.
Dare to ignore him?
When the Little Prince gets angry, people die!
But now... the middle-aged man, despite his overwhelming anger and indignation, could only endure it. Dare to say a single word of protest?
COUGH. COUGH.
The middle-aged man coughed up great gulps of blood. He knew that if this dragged on, he would soon bleed to death just like Li Yun. Yet he didn't dare move an inch.
The thick, coppery sll of blood filled the hall.
Chen Yang rose to his feet.
Yang Hu stood ramrod straight behind him, like an invincible god of slaughter. The grim aura he had honed over many years on the battlefield perated the room.
Even more unsettling was the reserved Chen Yang, a man of few words. He stood as still as a mountain, his aura as vast and imposing as the clouds.
"Sir, please, give us a way to live," the middle-aged man begged again, before changing his approach. "My master, the Little Prince, is at a manor nearby. Why don't we have lunch there?"
"The Little Prince is famous throughout Cangyun City. How could we possibly dare to dine with him?" Yang Hu said earnestly, tilting his head.
The middle-aged man's expression was grim, and he didn't dare say another word.
Perhaps Prince Zuo Fan, their constant source of pride, was about to face a calamity himself.
Chen Yang's brow furrowed as his gaze fell upon Long Chuan.
Long Chuan trembled, his expression shifting rapidly as he clenched his fists.
Was it youthful arrogance? Or did he think that since his father had already knelt and apologized, there was no reason for this man to trouble him further?
"I was in the wrong this ti. What more could you possibly want?" Long Chuan blurted out, likely trying to save so shred of dignity at the last mont.
But this statent was like a clap of thunder. Standing beside him, Long Yicheng almost died from shock.
That damned brat! He's simply courting death!
Anyone who knew anything about Chen Yang knew that this Forr Chief Military Commander always believed in giving people exactly what they asked for. If you wanted to die, he would never let you live a mont longer.
"How dare you speak like that? Kneel down at once!" Long Yicheng hastily intervened. But just as the words left his mouth, Chen Yang, who had been perfectly still, slowly raised his hand.
It was a rough hand, covered in calluses, with nothing refined about it.
Long Yicheng felt his soul leave his body.
"Not bad. Quite the backbone."
Chen Yang spread his fingers and gently lowered his palm toward the crown of Long Chuan's head. Long Chuan's eyes flew wide open, his body going ramrod straight and rigid. The ashen-faced middle-aged man next to them felt every hair on his body stand on end. The others looked on as if witnessing the most horrific thing imaginable.
When had any of them ever seen a scene like this?
"My apologies for disturbing everyone's al." Chen Yang pulled out a tissue, wiped his hands, and walked away under the stares of a dozen pairs of eyes.
BOOM!
Long Chuan collapsed, falling straight back without another sound. The only thing left was his wide, lifeless eyes, staring into nothing.
"This—" Long Yicheng's eyes looked ready to pop from their sockets as he ground his teeth in fury.
「Outside the hotel.」
The rain began to subside, leaving only an occasional breeze.
Chen Yang lit a cigarette and began to smoke leisurely. Once Yang Hu brought an umbrella, he and Zhou Yufei stepped out together, walking toward the nearby Qingyuan River.
"The wind is so strong, it's practically smoking your cigarette for you," Zhou Yufei said with a laugh.
"I won't argue with the wind. Perhaps it has troubles of its own."
And there were indeed many troubles.
Chen Yang snuffed out his cigarette and flicked the butt into a nearby trash can. In this day and age, there were always people who liked, and were accustod to, placing themselves above everyone else, trying to control everything. It was like that in Lingjin City. It was the sa when he later went to Qiyun Road. And it was even more so here in Cangyun City.
As Chen Yang was lost in thought, Zhou Yufei, who was walking beside him, suddenly moved closer, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist. A faint, sweet fragrance wafted over him.
"I missed you."
Zhou Yufei held nothing back, nuzzling her face against his shoulder, her hands refusing to let go.
Chen Yang was caught off guard.
"It's been so long. Didn't you miss at all?" Zhou Yufei murmured, burying her face in his chest.
Chen Yang fell silent.
Patting her on the shoulder, he still said nothing.
"I went to see a fortune-teller," she said, sticking her tongue out playfully, a joyful smile on her face. "The old gentleman said that I would definitely end up with the person I love."
But she was only telling half the story. The old gentleman had said that Chen Yang's fate was fraught with hardship and that a great calamity awaited him. Whether he could survive depended entirely on Creation. He had advised her to sever her feelings for him and go her own way, worried that she would be implicated when disaster struck.
Chen Yang smiled and changed the subject. "Do you like that Prince Zuo Fan?"
"I don't like him, and I never could!"
"What do you think of him as a person?"
"He's the epito of hypocrisy! And he's so annoying, like a stubborn leech you can't shake off."
"Alright then. I'll deal with him for you."
Zhou Yufei was speechless.
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