Chapter 128
Chapter 128
Feng Jin frowned and tossed the congratulatory memorial back at her with a flick of his hand. “You’ve got the wrong man. Since you’re pretty and clearly not all there in the head, I won’t kill you. Either strip and come drink with me, or take your damned thing and get lost before I change my mind!”
Ye Piaoling: “…”
What? Even this didn’t make him angry?
While Feng Jin spoke, his eyes remained black the entire time, showing no intention of exposing those colored contacts.
And he had absolutely no interest in the Ghost Po either.
Could it be that he really wasn’t the Evil Lord?
In that brief instant, Ye Piaoling came to a conclusion. But considering all the unlucky assassins lying injured around them, she decided to leave things there for today. She put the Ghost Po away and waved. “Brothers, let’s go!”
After everyone had left, Feng Jin closed his eyes and turned toward a place where no one was around. Then his eyes snapped open.
His eyes blazed with intense purple light like laser beams-
That damned woman! How dare she treat his Ghost Po like that!
His poor, adorable little Ghost Po. Who knew how much grievance and humiliation it had suffered these past few days… Just thinking about it made his heart ache!
And she wanted the Evil Lord to eat shit?
Di Xiulan was definitely nearby. If not for that man, he would have loved to strangle her to death on the spot!
After a long while, Feng Jin-or more accurately, the Evil Lord-took a deep breath.
Endure. He had to endure.
After all, Ye Piaoling held extraordinary significance to him.
Besides, he didn’t want to expose his identity this early, so he had to hold back.
The Evil Lord got his emotions under control, closed his eyes for a moment, and his eye color returned to normal.
Then he turned around and beckoned to the dancers huddled in the corner, trembling in fear. He ordered,
“Resume the music. Keep dancing!”
…
Ye Piaoling and Di Xiulan left the National Preceptor’s Mansion with the wounded assassins.
The assassin leader cupped his hands. “Many thanks for saving us today!”
Ye Piaoling said, “There’s something wrong with that Feng Jin. Don’t come here to throw your lives away again.”
The assassin leader said bitterly, “I only hate that I cannot rid my Daliu of this scourge!”
Ye Piaoling said, “Don’t worry. He won’t be arrogant for much longer.”
After the assassins left, Di Xiulan asked, “How did your probing go just now?”
Ye Piaoling said, “I can basically confirm that he is the Heavenly Po of the Evil Lord.”
“Oh?” Di Xiulan said. “What makes you say that?”
Ye Piaoling said, “At first, I thought the Evil Lord would definitely accept the Ghost Po. Later, I realized it was precisely the opposite. Because he had a guilty conscience, he pretended not to want it.”
“And if he weren’t the Evil Lord, after seeing the Ghost Po looking like a panda, he would definitely have gotten curious and questioned me. But he didn’t. He didn’t even bother asking a single thing. That means he already knew everything!”
Di Xiulan nodded. “That makes sense.”
Ye Piaoling sighed and said, “The problem is, his current identity is the Xiliu State Preceptor. He must know that since this involves Xiliu’s internal politics, we can’t act rashly. As long as he doesn’t let us catch him with irrefutable evidence, we can’t do anything to him…”
Otherwise, if they captured or killed the Xiliu State Preceptor without cause, countless people would seize on the matter and twist it into an issue, possibly even sparking war between the two countries!
Throughout their long history, Dongli and Xiliu had always stood opposed to each other, with constant friction between them. No one would believe that Dongli’s Regent King had helped Xiliu eliminate a scourge. Everyone throughout the Xiliu Kingdom would think there was another conspiracy behind it.
Ye Piaoling thought for a moment, then suddenly said, “Tell me, if we had a secret decree from the Queen of Xiliu asking for help, would we be able to make a legitimate move against Feng Jin?”
Di Xiulan pondered briefly. “Indeed. But the new queen was supported by Feng Jin. After her coronation ceremony, we may be able to speak with her.”
Ye Piaoling nodded. “All right. When the time comes, I’ll secretly sneak into the palace to find her. I only hope she has a bit of conscience and is willing to get rid of this great traitorous minister!”
Di Xiulan smiled. “If you want to enter the palace, you can do so openly. Sneaking in will only get you treated as an assassin.”
Ye Piaoling said, “But I’m just a nobody, nameless and without status. What am I supposed to use to get into the palace?”
“Who said you were nameless and without status?”
Di Xiulan smiled faintly and said, “You can call yourself the fiancée of Dali’s Regent King.”
Ye Piaoling’s eyes widened. “Fi-Fiancée?!”
Di Xiulan smiled gently. “In three days, it will be the Queen of Xiliu’s coronation ceremony. When the time comes, you will attend as my fiancée. According to etiquette, the Dali envoy delegation will later be invited into the palace for a banquet. Since you are a woman, it will be perfect for you to find a chance to speak with her alone.”
“You’ve arranged that rather well,” Ye Piaoling said, covering her mouth as she laughed. “But pretending to be your fiancée doesn’t seem appropriate, does it… Hahaha, hahahahaha!”
Di Xiulan: “…”
Don’t think I can’t tell. You’re clearly delighted!
At this thought, the man’s lips curved, and his eyes filled with amusement.
Ye Piaoling was indeed quite happy. As long as she carried the title of the Regent King’s fiancée, even if she emptied out Feng Jin’s National Preceptor’s Mansion, someone would come clean up the aftermath for her.
Every day from now on, she could rob to her heart’s content!
…
Meanwhile, the Evil Lord was continuing his decadent revelry when a group of guards reported from outside:
“Reporting to the State Preceptor, assassins broke into the mansion just now!”
The Evil Lord lazily rolled his eyes.
A bunch of useless humans. They were worse than dogs at guarding a house. The assassins had already run off before they finally knew to report.
Then the guard continued, “The assassin also looted the State Preceptor’s garden.”
“What?!”
The Evil Lord sat up straight. “What did she do?”
The guard was a little afraid to answer. “She just… just stole a tiny bit of stuff, and scraped the gold paint off the pillars… Perhaps the State Preceptor should go see for himself!”
Good news: This is the author’s sixth day back among the living. After the fever broke, I unexpectedly started streaming snot and tears and became unable to care for myself, so here’s one day of trash updating. Also, are there any cuties still testing negative?