Translator: Misty Cloud Editor: Misty Cloud
âAh Jue, I canât not remind you of something. You are still Dragon War Empireâs prince!â Donât pretend excessively. He was getting indigestion from watching all that! Even the hairs on his body were shuddering along with him.
Baili Jia Jue took a glance at him and again recovered his previous ice-cold self-disciplined appearance, as he immediately left the hall.
Nangong Lie looked left and right, âSpeaking of which. Where did that girl go? How come she still hasnât returned after so long?â
The students were taking a break outside the hall. A young girl heard Nangong Lieâs words and bashfully answered, âIs the one youâre asking about Helian Wei Wei?â
âHuh? You know?â Nangong Lie smiled, as smoothly as water.
The redness on her face didnât lessen as she softly said, âThere were people who just saw Lord Murongâs servant boy looking for her. She should have gone to the Commerce Plaza on a date. Afterall, she liked Lord Murong for so long. She may have spoken firmly in front of people, but is probably thinking of ways to reconcile in the shadows. If you want to look for her, you could go to the Commerce Plaza to take a look.â
Baili Jia Jueâs long and slender fingers paused and calmly listened. His face didnât have the slightest expression.
âSince theyâre reconciling, itâs not good to disturb them.â Nangong Lie turned around while looking up and smiled as he said, âSee, what did I say? ! Loosening the reins in order to grasp them tighter! That girl did a good job of playing hard to get.â
After having heard this, the scrap metal in Baili Jia Jueâs hand slightly shifted as layers of netlike cracks covered its surface.
Nangong Lie looked at him strangely, âAh Jue?â
âMm.â Baili Jia Jueâs tone of voice responded levelly, his face appearing indifferent.
Nangong Lie touched his nose and didnât know why, but he had felt that Ah Jue just seemed to have been a bit angry.
Baili Jia Jue stopped paying attention to him and unhurriedly left the compound. His long and slender figure quickly disappeared into the hazy horizon as dusk falls.
âYour Highness.â When no one was around, Shadow came down from the treetop and his knee settled upon the ground.
Baili Jia Jueâs eyes lightly swept past the person on bended knee. His voice was chilly, âInform the imperial troops to wait for me at the base of the mountain.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âYes!â Shadow paused a bit before dropping his eyes to receive the order. A bit of astonishment streaked through his eyes. During these few days, His Highness has been playing hide and seek with Retired Emperor. Now he wanted to notify the imperial troops and have them wait at the foot of the mountain.
Is he ...agreeing to the consort selection? ? ?
Sunset. People were busily flowing through the Commerce Plaza.
The servant who was dressed like a schoolboy lifted his chin slightly as he looked at Wei Wei, appearing like he was already doing her a big favor by coming to look for her, âHelian Wei Wei, my young master already said that heâs going to let bygones be bygones. You should think it over carefully. If the engagement is cancelled, there wonât be anymore room to turn things around.â
âAre you done talking?â Wei Weiâs face was cool. Her voice wasnât rushed or slow, âIf youâre done talking, then hurry and get the hell out of here.â
This little servant certainly wasnât unfamiliar to her. That year, he followed closely by Murong Chang Feng and had always been haughty, never saluting the misses from prestigious families when he encountered them. She could even say that itâs become a habit!
âYou, you!â The little servant had never been angered like this before. No matter who it was, anyone who met him was polite and courteous. He represented the esteemed Noble Murong! This girl unexpectedly didnât place him in her eyes like this, when in the past she was following him everywhere to ask him to talk, wanting him to tell her news of Lord Murong. Now, she suddenly wanted him to scram!
âHelian Wei Wei, donât you regret it!â The little servant yelled with rage as he left.
Wei Wei rather disapproved as she picked at her ears. Her pair of eyes scanned the surrounding crowd of people watching the drama. She inserted a hand into her pocket. Her expression didnât change as she stepped onto the street, languid and composed.
âCheh, cheh, cheh, those people really donât open their eyes.â Yuan Mingâs voice was as presumptuous as before.
Wei Wei raised an eyebrow, âYou woke up? Seems like your qi energy recovered pretty well.â
âIf you fought a few more fights, I would be even better off than now.â Yuan Ming licked his thin lips, totally bloodthirsty.
Wei Wei stroked the ancient book in her hand and lightly laughed, âDonât be anxious. I already thought of how to spill those peopleâs blood.â
Yuan Ming looked at the young girl in front of him smiling wickedly, her thin lips slightly curved upwards.
White Academy, you guys would never expect that after a few hundred years, this senior is going to return again!
âWhat did you say?â After Murong Chang Feng listened to the servant who returned and reported the news, the teacup in his hand almost deformed from his grip.
The servant was furious, âThat girl who canât tell good from bad surprisingly told me to get lost. Young Master, Iâm not trying to be nosy, but this kind of girl, sheesh, even if youâre kind to her, youâll still be wasting your efforts.â
Murong Chang Feng was already upset and now that he heard the servantâs words, he felt as if a boulder pressed on his chest, the pressure unable to be released. He really couldnât believe that he had already intended to reconcile, yet that girl unexpectedly refused him.
Crash!
Murong Chang Feng fiercely hurled and smashed the teacup in his hand.
The resulting spray all landed on that servantâs face. The little servant was startled and stunned. However, his pale face didnât dare to say anything more.
Murong Chang Feng inhaled a deep breath. His face revealed an expression of contempt, âWhat you said was right. A girl who doesnât know right from wrong doesnât deserve this Lordâs kindness.â
He originally was going to bring her to meet his father. Since she refused to step forward like this, then just forget it.
Sheâd involved Grandmaster. Still, what could she hope to achieve on her own.
He wasnât anxious. Sooner or later, one day, sheâd come back begging!
Murong Chang Feng glanced sideways at the little servant, âHas Lord Father arrived?â
âHis Highness already arrived and is having a conversation with the teachers. Heâll come when heâs done.â The little servantâs words barely dropped out of his mouth when Prince Murong arrived. He was dressed in official foreign court dress, a perfect image of wealth and status. Seeing the son he loves, that strict and solemn face can be counted as expressing a bit of a smile, âFeng Er.â
âFather.â Murong Chang Feng hastily stood up.
Prince Murong patted his shoulder, âYouâve done well. Just now those teachers dragged me over to praise you for half a day.â
âThose were but a bit of flattery.â Murong Chang Fengâs cool handsome face didnât change expression at all.
What Prince Murong fancied was this haughtiness, âGood, Feng Er is right. Itâs only flattery. I came this time because I was concerned itâd be difficult for you to remain impartial. Seeing that youâre so calm and composed, Father feels satisfied. Thatâs right, whereâs Master Tu Lao. How come I havenât seen him at the academy this time?â
âMaster is still looking for the genius he met at Phoenix Tower.â Murong Chang Feng gripped the palm of his hand, âI also donât know what kind of person the other person is, unexpectedly making Master so concerned that he hasnât even appeared since I arrived at White Academy.â
Prince Murong lifted his eyes and replied, âNo matter who the other person is, itâs irrelevant. Becoming a qi cultivation master, although thatâs hard to accomplish, but Feng Er, you shouldnât forget that the most important thing you need to do is figure out a way to find the Battle Spirit Forces. After that, become a member along them. A qi cultivation master is but a springboard for you to join the Battle Spirit Forces.
âDonât worry Father, Iâve never forgotten anything Father has said.â When Murong Chang Feng raised his eyes again, his face was filled with the determination to succeed!
Prince Murong contentedly nodded his head while his hand stroked his beard, âFeng Er, have you heard of Huan Ming Xiang, a minister who has served three generations of emperors?â