Feng Yu Jiu Tian - Volume 13 - Chapter 7

Chapter 7

After the sword event passed, everyone finally sat down, however, the current situation and chatting were greatly different than before. Chiu Lan and Chiu Xing’s hands were still trembling while they poured the tea. In addition to the shivering Chiu Yue was experiencing, she was a bit mad after surviving the mishaps, and of course, it was because of what Luo Yun said to her that made her angry.

What did he mean by the ugliest crying woman? If that bastard didn’t have a sword in hand, and this young beautiful Chiu Yue didn’t want to die young, then she would have given him several slaps.

Feng Ming made a puzzled expression as he examined Luo Yun and then looked over at Chiu Yue. He later looked over at Xiao Liu and Rong Hu and noticed that none of them were interested in chatting. After Xiao Liu finished drinking his cup of tea, he looked out the window at the sky and then stood up, “I have to go.”

FM: So soon?

XL: There are some things His Majesty commanded me to do, to take advantage of this trip and quickly finish up my duties in Fan Cheng. Nonetheless, the reason I’m here is also according to the Crown Prince Yong Quan, which is best if I hurry back.

After finishing his words, he bid Feng Ming farewell, “Duke Ming doesn’t need to send me off, the sun is about to rise, even though we are on the ship, it’s still inevitable to prevent others from noticing. I can leave on my own.”

Feng Ming secretly praised him for his carefulness, very similar to Rong Tian indeed. Ah, when will he learn this skill of Rong Tian? Thus, he only sent Rong Hu as the mass representative to send Xiao Liu to the deck and silently see him off.

Eventually, all the guests have finally left. Feng Ming immediately stretched and gave two big yawns.

CL: Does Duke Ming want to head inside to rest? The sun is rising, Xiao Liu has left, Rong Hu will give the order to remove the anchor. How about resting a little and then afterwards have something to eat, is that alright?

Feng Ming lazily closed his eyes and nodded his head. He was then taken to the room and assisted to lie down by his maids. Once everything was arranged, still as usual, Luo Yun sat at the head of the bed, wrapping his arms around his sword,

Feng Ming wanted to sleep for awhile, but he wasn’t really tired. Once he closed his eyes a bit, he didn’t feel tired anymore. Opening his eyes wide, he looked at Luo Yun sitting in front of him, without anything to do, Feng Ming continued examining Luo Yun closely.

Luo Yun’s energy compared to Feng Ming last night was much more alert. He guarded Feng Ming last night, and even now, half leaning against the bed, he could feel Feng Ming’s slight movements. He immediately opened his eyes, which just happened to come in contact with Feng Ming’s stare. Without much patience, he asked, “What are you staring at?”

Hard to imagine that a young lad, not much younger than Feng Ming, could show such a cold­blooded expression like that.

Being stared back by Luo Yun, Feng Ming should have subconsciously retreated back, but instead, he closed his eyes for a short moment, then within seconds, wanted to turn a rabbit into a tiger, not afraid of death, he reopened his eyes to look at Luo Yun some more.

So how is his training in the Xiao family?

Towards Luo Yun, Feng Ming had always been unusually curious. “You’re not sleepy yet?”

“....”

“Luo Yun?”

“....”

“....”

“Hey, Luo Yun.”

Feng Ming persistently whispered, causing Luo Yun, who was resting his eyes to open them and asked, “Young Lord, what is it that you command?”

“Nothing really...”

Luo Yun glanced over at him, just when he closed his eyes, Feng Ming’s voice rang through his ears again.

“Hey, let’s chat for awhile, I’m bored.”

“I am here to protect you, not to relieve you of boredom.” Luo Yun said in a deliberate way to express his impatience towards Feng Ming, still holding his sword, Luo Yun positioned his back towards the chattering Young Lord.

Luo Yun continued to give out a cold distance aura. After a short moment, Feng Ming again broke the silence, “Why did you bully Chiu Yue today?”

“Who’s bullying her?” The speed of Luo Yun’s response was unimaginably faster than before.

“You did.”

“I did not.”

“If placing a sword to a neck of a girl is not considered bullying, then what is?” There was a long silence in responding to this question.

“Luo Yun?” “.....”

“Luo Yun, hey, Luo Yun....” H arassing him like this won’t make him place a sword to my neck, would it?

“Luo ­­­” The stiff Luo Yun suddenly moved, shocking Feng Ming to the point of shutting up. Not good, is he so ashamed that now he’s angry? He was just trying to build a bond by communicating.

Feng Ming cautiously observed him from the moment he stood up, firmly holding his sword, not turning around, to until Luo Yun walked straight out of the cabin did Feng Ming let out a sigh of relief.

So scary. This person’s presence is the same as his frightening old man (Master Xiao). Ah, he is the Young Lord of the Xiao family, but this has caused Feng Ming so much headache.

The time Feng Ming’s large ship left harbor was the same time the small boat floating down the Aman River reached a secluded area, less than ten miles from Fan Cheng city.

Just when Du Feng stepped foot onto shore, several men dressed in common outfits of Yong Yin civilians jumped out from among the bushes on both sides. Facing Du Feng, they slightly bowed at him, “Young Master, you have arrived very fast, please follow me, the princess is waiting for you inside.” Turning around, they led Du Feng into the depths of the bushes.

The place was very desolated. The entrance had been long abandoned by Yong Yin for many years. The further and deeper they walked into the place, the trees and grass became taller than a person, completely covering a young man. Du Feng leisurely walked into the tall grasses. A short time passed and a small tent emerged in sight. Though the tent was small, it was stitched together by a fine leather and held down by a layer of thick gold on each corner. On each piece of gold was a variety of patterns, individually carved and polished, refined and luxurious, definitely not something an ordinary person can have.

Du Feng didn’t show the slightest surprise when he saw a tent appeared in the area. The person led him to the front of the tent curtain, as if not daring to enter. He turned to Du Feng and respectfully bowed to him, “Your subordinate does not dare to enter, however, Young Master, please enter on your own accord.” Du Feng nodded, he lifted the curtain and his eyes first landed on a figure standing in the middle of the tent.

“Princess.”

“You came back.” The woman was alone in the tent, with her back towards him. She was a bit shocked to hear his voice. Turning around, her bright eyes landed on him, she then whispered, “Have you completed everything accordingly?”

Standing in the middle of the tent was the beloved sister of Ruo Yan, who is also his right hand person, Princess Miao Guang.

Du Feng displayed his trademark gentle smile and nodded.

Seeing his smile, Miao Guang subconsciously felt cold chills. “Yu Lang, your skill of harming people gets better each day, is there anyone whom you cannot harm at all in this world?”

Being praised by Miao Guang, Yu Lang didn’t show the slightest bit of arrogance. Slightly bowing, he replied, “As long as it’s for the Li Kingdom, Yu Lang can harm anyone as ordered.”

“Anyone?” Miao Guang’s eyes glared sharply, then it quickly disappeared as she changed into an innocent girl. She then chuckled, “If my Royal Brother heard about this, he would be very happy.”

She didn’t want to continue discussing about this topic, so she decided to request this important figure whom her brother had hidden away for many years to sit down. Once she had sat down with him, she asked, “You handed the jade flute to the hands of Duke Ming?”

“Of course.” After Yu Lang replied, his eyes swept across the tent, casually fixing onto Miao Guang’s. He was quiet for a while before lightly smiling and asked, “Is Princess worried that I didn’t do things thoroughly?”

“No, I only believed that Duke Ming is the most foolish person, he is easily gullible and yet Rong Tian dares to let him travel alone, thus most certainly, there will be lots of skillful people arranged by his side. For example, Rong Hu is a very cautious man, even if you can easily trick Duke Ming, how can you easily deceive others?”

“Your Highness is concerned about this?” Yu Lang paused for a bit before retelling her the process of his meeting with Feng Ming. He continued, “Originally, I was wondering how to hand the jade flute to Duke Ming without making them suspicious. I can’t believe even the heavens have helped me, Duke Ming actually opened up and asked to exchange keepsakes. I noticed that he seemed to like the jade flute and naturally, I removed it and gave it to him. He was extremely happy.” His eloquent tone and gentle voice would seem as if he was recalling old memories of a good friend to outsiders. Who would know that his intentions were vicious?

As Yu Lang spoke, he carefully observed Miao Guang from the corner of his eyes. Unfinished, he added, “During the time I left, I intentionally taught Duke Ming how to play the flute. He’s quite talented, after learning, his playing was easy on the ears.”

Miao Guang couldn’t stop her shoulders from slightly shaking, “He, he used the jade flute?”

YL: That’s right. From what I saw, he really loved that jade flute and will certainly bring it along to play it night and day, constantly practicing. The jade that was used to create that flute is very loose and crisp, it can easily create powder. Since he used his mouth to blow unwittingly, that powder will travel to his throat...

“Enough,” Miao Guang abruptly stopped him. Yu Lang wasn’t surprised at her undaunted action, he paused before asking, “Are you angry, Your Highness?”

Miao Guang knew that abruptly stopping Yu Lang was uncalled for. She smiled brighter than before, “How can that be? I’m very happy for my Royal Brother. As for this success, I figured it would be best for Royal Brother to be the first to know. As his sister, I don’t want to be the first to enjoy the news.”

“So that’s how it is. There is no need for Your Highness to be happy for His Majesty too soon.” Yu Lang glanced over at Miao Guang, his eyes unusually gentle, “The powder of the jade is not toxic, only when it comes in contact with the Wen Lan flower.”

“Ah...how about the An Shen Stone?”

“It’s in my hands.”

Miao Guang stretched out her beautiful hand, “Place it here.”

Yu Lang went silent.

“What’s wrong?” Miao Guang displayed an unhappy face after seeing no movement from Yu Lang. “Didn’t you say it was in your hands?”

Yu Lang’s eyes met with hers, using a mild gentle tone of voice, he said, “This object is best to be in my hands instead.”

“What audacity!” Miao Guang loudly shouted. Displaying the arrogance of a Li Kingdom Princess, she snorted, “How bold of you to speak with me that way. Having it in your hands is better? Who said that?”

“His Majesty did.” Yu Lang answered. Just like an arrow shooting straight into Miao Guang’s body, she was in disbelief. Stunned for a moment, she asked in a low voice, “What did you say?”

“This was what His Majesty said.” Although he had revealed his last resort, knocking off half of Miao Guang’s arrogance, Yu Lang did not display an attitude of contempt. Instead, his attitude was even more gentle and more respectful. He sighed softly, as if he didn’t have the heart to say the following words, therefore, using his most sincere tone of voice, he said, “His Majesty secretly ordered that the An Shen stone needs to be kept in my hands, it cannot be handed over to anyone else, it most definitely cannot be in your hands, Your Highness.”

He glanced at the half green half pale Miao Guang, sighing again, he continued, “If Your Highness doesn’t believe me, you can send someone to confirm the matter with His Majesty.”

“How can I not believe you?” Miao Guang bit her lower lip, gently spurting out the words under her breath, but soon her bright smile returned, just like past matters were all thrown aside; as if nothing happened. A bit tired, she hesitantly stretched her back and stood up, “What Royal Brother said is correct. Having it in your hands is better. No matter what, Duke Ming cannot escape this time and its all thanks to you.” She gave Yu Lang a smile and waved her hand. “You’re excused, I would like to immediately write a letter to Royal Brother to tell him that the plan was successful.”

After sending Yu Lang away, Miao Guang opened up a white delicate silk spread made for writing letters. Pondering for a while, she dipped her brush in the ink to write, scribbling three to four lines at once. When she wrote the part, “Duke Ming has fallen into our trap,” her hand began trembling without reason, the small drop of ink pooled onto an empty area on the sheet.

Miao Guang stared at the drop of ink for a moment, then suddenly threw the brush, not continuing the half written letter. Sitting at that same spot, she held both of her knees and started sobbing, however suppressing herself, using a subtle voice so that no one could hear her crying.

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Borders of Bo Jian, within the city of Han Gui, at the San Jiang inn in a secluded alley.

From his bed, he opened his eyes, while on high alert, Zi Yan turned his head to the left. The bed from across the room, next to the wall only had messy beddings left on it. The person on the bed was supposed to be sleeping, but not a trace of him was seen. Zi Yan sat up, taking his sword from under the pillow and hanging it around his waist. He put on his boots and headed out to the door down the stairs to the patio of the inn.

During the night, there was a gentle darkness throughout the city of Han Gui. At this time, every common household would have blown out their candles. Overlooking the city, there was one candle that was burning for the past few hours, burning brightly just like the stars in the night sky.

“Your Majesty.” Zi Yan stepped onto the patio, standing behind a tall figure, he whispered, “Tomorrow we have a long journey, Your Majesty needs to rest.”

By night, Rong Tian’s figure appeared even more majestic than in daylight. The outline of the Great King, even Zi Yan who is tall and slender, couldn’t help but lift his head to examine Rong Tian’s profile, a handsome angular face that is appreciated and favored by Feng Ming.

Zi Yan understood what was on Rong Tian’s mind, “Your Majesty is still worried about Duke Ming, am I right?”

He doesn’t know what the Prime Minister and His Majesty had discussed about for one long night that had made His Majesty agreed to let Duke Ming leave on his own. However, once His Majesty allowed Duke Ming to travel to the seven nations, following the journey as a bodyguard, Zi Yan and the Great King were inseparable, so it was easy to perceive His Majesty’s concerns.

Traveling everyday in haste in spite of fear, just in order to quickly reach Dong Fan so he can be reunited with Duke Ming sooner. Constantly in endless thoughts, eventually making a sharp­eyed man and an unbreakable soul like His Majesty to worry nonstop, without any good night’s rest. Zi Yan felt that maybe in this whole life, he might not understand that feeling. Perhaps only people who love with passion can understand it. Yet, Zi Yan was a calm person, too calm to be capable of passionate love.

“I have a bad feeling.” Recovering from his daze, Rong Tian replied as his handsome face became solemn, “As if I have ignored something. What did I miss?”

“Is Your Majesty talking about...Dong Fan? Duke Ming? Or Yue Zhong city?”

“There is Prime Minister for Dong Fan, Wei Qiu Niang and Qian Lin for Yue Zhong, which I’m not worried about. As for Feng Ming’s journey around the world, that is the biggest target.” His eyes narrowed as a sharp light seemingly emitted from them. Rong Tian continued pondering, “Rong Hu is usually very careful, the Xiao henchmen are plenty, for anyone to harm Feng Ming, unless they mobilized an army, then there is no way they can succeed. Assassination or a secret attack cannot be done. Luring him from Rong Hu cannot happen. As for poisoning, I have repeatedly advised them, anything brought in the hands of Feng Ming must be tested for poison.”

Zi Yan’s eyes glittered in the night, with a low voice, he said, “This matter, Your Majesty has thought about it many times. Duke Ming is under many layers of protection, no one will be able to hurt him. Please rest assured, Your Majesty.”

“But my mind is not at rest.” “Your Majesty?”

“My mind is not at rest, I always feel that there is something I have ignored.” Rong Tian’s tone deepened, “Zi Yan.”

“Yes.”

“The troops are now in Bo Jian, the hardest path we have crossed it. I will personally lead the rest to Dong Fan to join up with the Prime Minister. Zi Yan, I want you to head back from here and meet up with Feng Ming.”

Zi Yan was stunned nonetheless, he immediately accepted the order, bowing down, he said, “Your subordinate obeys your order, however, once I meet with Duke Ming, does Your Majesty have anything you wish for me to relay to him?”

“Please tell him,” Rong Tian paused for a bit, his pupils emitted a ray of gentleness and warmth. Silently pondering, his lips curved upward into a beautiful arc, a subtle tremble in his heart, with a pleasant voice as if he was standing in front of the person, with eyes slightly watered watching him.

“Tell him to be extremely careful, the scariest thing is falling into a trap, often it’s hard to notice any flaws so don’t be careless.”

“Understood, I will transfer the message to Duke Ming.”

“Also tell him to patiently...wait for me.”

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The Xiao family fleet sounded their drums and chimed the gongs as they continued upstream along Aman River, heading straight to Dong Kingdom.

Even though the ship was magnificently decorated, staying on it for a long time would soon become boring. Besides the occasional encounter of the scenic shores and relaxing at port stops, the majority of the time was extremely dull and boring. During those times, Feng Ming found that playing the flute was his õnly source of entertainment.

The Xiao family had musicians traveling onboard and among them, there was someone who knew how to play a flute. Feng Ming eagerly wanted to practice; therefore, he purposely requested for that person to teach him. As each day passed by, his playing became easier on the ears.

The jade flute Du Feng gave was a precious gift to him, he even refused to let other people touch it. Everytime he finished blowing it, he would ask Chiu Lan to prepare a damp washcloth, to personally wipe it himself and then carefully placed it back onto his waist belt.

Chiu Lan would often laugh at him, “There are many better items in the palace, but yet none of them have brought such joy to Duke Ming like this one. Young Master Du Feng just gave a jaded flute and now it has turned into a precious object. If His Majesty were to find out, he would definitely be burning with jealousy.”

Feng Ming joked around with his female attendants, giggling with them, “Do you mean Rong Tian will be jealous of Du Feng or be jealous of the jade flute?”

During the night, under the moon and cool breeze, after he finished eating, Feng Ming continued playing a simple tune. Despite the practicing, he is still far from achieving the same result as the original owner of the jade flute. However, his slender body, along with his loose fitted robes and shoulder hung cloak that Chiu Yue handmade for him, while standing under the moonlight and holding his flute was enough to make all the observers, especially Chiu Yue mesmerized.

“Duke Ming is amazing.”

“Naturally, Duke Ming is impressive; therefore, a quick learner. I believe Duke Ming’s playing is even better than Du Feng’s.”

“Chiu Xing, your praises are a bit outrageous.” “Ha ha..”

Gradually, even Luo Yun who usually is bothered by these silly chats was seen quietly leaning against the deck of the ship. He silently stared out towards the river, as if he didn’t care about the lively chatter of the men and women around him.

“Duke Ming, please rest for a bit. You’ve been tirelessly blowing the flute. I have made this eight layer red bean cake, come and have a taste.”

“That’s right, Chiu Lan. I find that your lamb thigh stew last night was relatively good.” “Chiu Xing is a glutton cat.”

“You’re wrong! Just to let you know, the glutton cat is Lie Er. Unfortunately, Lie Er is not here so it’s Chiu Yue instead!”

“Chiu Xing, you dare say bad things about me, I’ll pinch your ears...”

Luo Yun usually ignored these things, but at this time, he couldn’t help eavesdrop into their conversation and record each of their laughters.

Because the Prince of Tong expressed his hostility towards the Young Lord, each day sailing closer to Tong Kingdom, the actions of the Xiao bodyguards became more alert. They constantly sent out many spies to inquire about the latest situation in Tong Kingdom.

The security on board was even more tight. As a result, Feng Ming’s request to sightsee was limited as both the Xiaos and Rong Tian’s men were against it, afraid that assassination attempts would be more frequent.

Luo Yun proposed that Feng Ming needs to learn self defense, which Rong Hu also agreed to. Eventually, Feng Ming gave in to learning some self defense to protect himself if the time comes. That was when Luo Ning, who is usually on a different ship, requested to see Feng Ming and proposed that Luo Yun help train Feng Ming. Luo Ning told Feng Ming not to underestimate Luo Yun’s martial arts because even though he is not as skilled as Master Xiao, he has learned from him since he was little. Chiu Lan urged Rong Hu to say something regarding the request since it would be dangerous for Feng Ming to practice with Luo Yun. However, after some consideration, Rong Hu believed that Luo Yun would be a good option, judging on the fact that Luo Yun has some status within the Xiao family.

Even though Rong Hu is the representative for Rong Tian and is usually in dispute with Luo Yun, but from his natural instinct and intuitive, Rong Hu believed that Luo Yun’s attitude towards Feng Ming is not solely disgust and disdain.

This person could become of great help to Duke Ming within the Xiao family, especially if Duke Ming is able to become an ally with him. Rong Hu knew that he wouldn’t have the heart to train Duke Ming in sword techniques; instead, he looked forward to Luo Yun’s assistance. Feng Ming understood Rong Hu’s reason when he gave permission to Luo Yun to assist Feng Ming.

“Ah...alright.”

“Thank you Young Lord.” Luo Ning expressed a sense of success and then withdrew himself.

After giving Feng Ming a ceremonious bow, he turned around to glance at Luo Yun, displaying a fatherly attitude, “Go and help train the Young Lord.” Luo Ning then left the main ship.

For a moment, Rong Hu sweared he sensed something from Luo Ning’s eyes, but this feeling was just for a fleeting second, not giving enough time for him to ponder.

The three maids took care of changing Feng Ming’s garments, while Rong Hu picked out two wooden swords from the storage for the training. After Feng Ming finished dressing, he handed one of the swords to Feng Ming and said, “Luo Yun’s swordsmanship is very fast, if Duke Ming is able to train without allowing his sword to touch you, then that is very good.”

Feng Ming nodded his head.

Feng Ming and Luo Yun started their battle practice, Feng Ming gave it his all, which surprises Luo Yun since he always believed that Young Lord was completely useless. Feng Ming did noticed that he had improved from the bloody battle in Dong Fan and the constant training with Rong Tian. However, despite all that, Luo Yun was still quicker and managed to give a strike to the right side of Feng Ming’s chest. The blow caused massive pain for Feng Ming, the wooden sword in his hand also fell, leaving Feng Ming with a distressed look on his face.

The three maids came to Feng Ming’s side and examined the area that was injured. The area was bruised and bleeding a bit. Feng Ming said that he was alright, but they felt hurt from the sight of it.

Chiu Yue was upset, she immediately looked over at Luo Yun, “Are you practicing or are you trying to take Duke Ming’s life?” Luo Yun didn’t respond, withdrawing his wooden sword and standing still to one side. Hearing Chiu Yue’s scolding, he only used his bright painted eyes to coldly stare at her without saying anything.

Chiu Yue’s eyes were even wider as she charged forward, but was pulled back by Chiu Xing, “Why are you arguing with that kind of person? First, let’s carry Duke Ming inside.”

Feng Ming smiled hesitantly, “I can walk...”

They helped Feng Ming inside the room and removed the armor on him. Feng Ming noticed that there was a hole in the armor and asked Chiu Xing to help mend it for him.

Chiu Xing didn’t answered, but Chiu Yue scolded him, “When are you going to change your mindset? You’re not worried about yourself and yet you are worrying about the armor. What’s the point of worrying about one armor when I can help you make two of them tomorrow if needed.”

Feng Ming knew that his female attendants did not want to see any bruises or scars on his body, worrying that they all might cry together, he quickly put on a smiling face, “I just feel pity for the armor, it’s rare to have such beautiful embroidery. If I knew it earlier, I wouldn’t have worn this during practice, ha ha.”

Hearing his foolish reason, Chiu Yue didn’t know whether to cry or laugh. At the corner of her eyes, the cold Luo Yun suddenly entered the room and amidst her sudden anger, she shouted, “Why are you here? Afraid that you haven’t caused much injury?” Without thinking, she raised her hands and threw the armor towards Luo Yun’s head.

Without a blink of eye, Luo Yun raised his hand and caught that “weapon.” He didn’t say a word, but only carefully observed Chiu Yue.

When this person doesn’t speak, he gives off a heartless aura, not only that, he had once placed a sword against Chiu Yue’s neck. Everyone who saw the way he was looking at Chiu Yue was nervous for her.

Even Chiu Yue got goosebumps from his stare, unrelieved and uneasy inside, she could only stare back at him.

“Duke Ming!”

Luckily, Rong Hu’s voice rang in, appearing very lively as if receiving pleasant news.

“Duke Ming,” Breaking the silence of the room, Rong Hu quickly walked forward, energetically reporting, “Zi Yan is here!”

This unexpected news cleared up the heavy atmosphere brought in by Luo Yun.

Feng Ming was the first person to jump up, “Zi Yan?” He shouted in surprise and then followed by a painful cry due to sudden movement around his wound area. Chiu Lan and the others hurried after him as he ran out the cabin to the deck of the ship to meet up with Zi Yan.

“It’s really Zi Yan!” Pausing for a bit, he asked, “Where’s Rong Tian?”

“His Majesty ordered me to meet up with Duke Ming and send his greetings.” Traveling all day and night to come here, Zi Yan was a bit more tanned than before, and also a bit leaner. “His Majesty was worried for Duke Ming and wanted me to catch up with Duke Ming first. Once he finishes the matter in Dong Fan, he will immediately come here.”

Originally, Feng Ming was dancing happily, but after hearing this, his face froze and his head drooped.

“I also guessed that he wouldn’t be here that quick.” After a while, he raised his head, regaining his smile again, he patted Zi Yan on the back and invited him into the cabin, “Whether it’s you or Rong Tian who is here, there is no difference. Let’s do our best, that is what the Prime Minister said...”

For all of Rong Tian’s group, the fact that Zi Yan came was undoubtedly a good thing.

That evening, Chiu Lan prepared some dishes for the private gathering. During dinner, Chiu Yue helped prepare six chairs for Feng Ming, Chiu Yue, Chiu Xing, Chiu Lan, Rong Hu, and Zi Yan, leaving out Luo Yun.

Since he had injured Feng Ming, even Chiu Lan, who treated everyone equally couldn’t bear to see him. Luo Yun did not mind being left out, and as usual stood to one corner while clenching his sword.

Rong Hu began relaying the various things that happened between them and the Xiao family for Zi Yan to hear. Having guessed the reason behind the chairs, Zi Yan felt it was best to remain silent.

Instead, Feng Ming felt uneasy and asked Chiu Yue, “Why are we missing one seat?”

“Are we? I’ll count again, isn’t it only six?” Chiu Yue gave a look at that cruel person, then gave a purely innocent look, “I don’t see a seventh person.”

“Chiu Xing...”

“I also don’t see anyone else.” The twin sisters really shared one mind.

Feng Ming rolled his eyes. How can they be even more childish than me? They are already not young and yet to play this type of game...

“Luo Yun,” knowing that his female attendants cannot be persuaded, Feng Ming turned around to greet Luo Yun, “You can come here and sit together with us...”

“I’m not hungry.” “Ah...”

The problem wasn’t whether he’s hungry or not. If the Xiao family saw them bully Luo Yun, then this may exacerbate internal conflict...

Luo Yun didn’t care what Feng Ming was thinking inside, he lowered his voice to say, “Young Lord.”

“Yes?”

“The armor from earlier is still quite new. It’s just...one hole... Are you sure you want to throw it away? If so, it’s quite wasteful...Not just that, the surface also has Chiu Yue’s needlework.”

“So what if it’s thrown away?” Chiu Yue couldn’t stand hearing Luo Yun’s voice, she pounded the chopsticks against the table and shouted, “Didn’t you say the Xiao family is ostentatious? Why does one armor even matter? Throwing one away is not up to you. If you find it wasteful, then go ahead and wear it. Our Duke Ming never wears patched up clothes.”

This Chiu Yue, she really doesn’t know how to write the word “death.” Luo Yun’s eyes swept across the room, Rong Hu and Zi Yan’s actions were the same, moving towards Chiu Yue a bit hoping to protect her if needed. Luo Yun only grunted, stood up and walked outside without looking back.

Everyone stared at each other and after a moment of silence, the aroma of the food evoked their appetite.

“Here, let’s eat....”

Without Luo Yun, the atmosphere was a lot better. Feng Ming was still feeling uneasy, but after tasting Chiu Lan’s newest dish, his mood was slightly better.

Zi Yan began telling them about his journey with Rong Tian from the time they left Yue Zhong until he left.

RH: His Majesty is very careful, even if I’m not useful, the Xiao’s henchmen are not just for namesake. If someone were to injure the Xiao family’s Young Lord under their protection, how would they be able to live up to their reputation?

CL: Didn’t they injured him today? That area is still red. That Luo Yun is really...

Before her words were finished, a figure appeared at the door, it was no one other than Luo Yun. So the saying is true: calling for God and God arrives, calling for the Devil and the Devil arrives. Everyone suddenly closed their mouth.

As if he didn’t notice, Luo Yun reported to them, “A spy has came back, does Young Lord want to see him?”

Feng Ming thought for a moment and then shook his head, “If there’s no new information, then I don’t want to see him.” The thought reminded him of arriving to Tong Kingdom and immediately be surrounded by the Tong army made Feng Ming wrinkled his face.

Hopefully, when meeting with the Prince of Tong, Qing Li, he can give Feng Ming a chance to explain to him that he was not his father’s killer.

Hopefully, that man will be reasonable....