Crazy or What? The Gloomy Prince Kisses Me to Tears Every Night!-Chapter 126 - 116: Because Feng Qiwu Is Too Strong, and You Are Too Weak
At this time, Yu Qingfeng, the Southern Border Priest, was sitting in a lavishly decorated room.
Beside him were several other men and women with extraordinary auras.
"Yu Qingfeng, weren’t you boasting before that Feng Qiwu would surely not return this time? And what happened? Instead, he cut off a lock of your white hair! We trusted your strength so much before!" At this moment, a woman with a mysterious foreign charm, who wore a transparent veil, took the lead in criticizing.
She was Anata, the Western Princess. Her lush, green eyes were now glaring at Yu Qingfeng full of anger.
This assassination attempt involved fifty elite assassins that she dispatched. But all fifty came and went without returning.
The population of the Western Regions was already less than other countries, and these fifty were painstakingly trained by them.
As a result, they just ended up as offerings to Feng Qiwu.
Hearing Anata’s words, another gentleman with a graceful demeanor gently advised, "Princess, don’t be angry. It’s not just you; our people also all perished. The most important thing now is to figure out why the assassination failed this time."
"What Qi Hao says is correct. By rights, we had already figured out the trigger for Feng Qiwu’s madness, so it shouldn’t have failed," another tall and sturdy man said solemnly.
At this point, Yu Qingfeng slightly raised his eyelids and glanced at the few people.
All the people present were leaders of various countries who participated in the plan to assassinate Feng Qiwu, and they were also the next successors implicitly agreed upon by their countries.
Before knowing that Feng Qiwu had been taken in as a disciple by the Secret Family, he too thought that by joining forces, they could easily kill Feng Qiwu.
But now?
Don’t mention their combined efforts; even if a dozen more countries joined in, the result would be the same.
So Yu Qingfeng quickly said indifferently, "Your failure is simple: because Feng Qiwu is too strong, and you are too weak. My severed hair is the best proof of this."
"Furthermore, heed my advice: in the future, don’t oppose Feng Qiwu anymore, or... you will all die terribly."
Upon hearing Yu Qingfeng’s words, the few people immediately frowned and looked displeased.
"Yu Qingfeng, what do you mean by this?" Anata, fiery-tempered, asked coldly.
"Sorry, the truth is unpleasant, but if you don’t want your countries to meet their doom in a short time, heed my words: rather please Feng Qiwu than continue to provoke and offend him."
"I can only reveal one thing to you, the Daqin Crown Prince is just one of Feng Qiwu’s least significant identities; you all should take care of yourselves. From now on, my Southern Border will no longer be involved in anything related to Da Qin."
With that, Yu Qingfeng directly stood up, preparing to leave.
Seeing this, the other people’s expressions sank.
The Crown Prince of Zhao Qi Hao even withdrew his gentle expression, revealing a cold look, then suddenly wielded his black iron fan, attacking Yu Qingfeng.
At the same time, another robust man, Wanyan Song, the Crown Prince of Xixia, also attacked Yu Qingfeng.
So many of their people died, and yet Yu Qingfeng could simply say not to provoke Feng Qiwu and then withdraw from the relevant matters without consequences?
Wishful thinking!
...
But none of them expected that Yu Qingfeng would easily evade their attacks with just a ghostly flicker.
Then he turned back and looked at them coldly, "For the sake of past relationships, I won’t hold you accountable for the sneak attack, but if you can’t even touch my clothes, how do you expect to kill Feng Qiwu? Dreaming!"
After saying this, he gracefully departed under their extremely displeased expressions.
He had to hurry back to inform Kongtong Mountain about Feng Qiwu being accepted as a disciple by the Spirit Sword Sect.
Moreover, he had to return to placate the Southern Border Empress.
There was no time to waste arguing with these people here.
After Yu Qingfeng left, the atmosphere in the room instantly became silent.
A moment later, Anata said, "What exactly did Yu Qingfeng mean just now? Could it be that Feng Qiwu is much stronger than him, and that’s why he’s afraid?"
Hearing this, the Crown Prince of Zhao Qi Hao said gloomily, "It shouldn’t be just that. Yu Qingfeng dares to treat even the Southern Border Empress as a puppet, so he shouldn’t be afraid of a mere Daqin Crown Prince like Feng Qiwu."
"Indeed, and based on Yu Qingfeng’s words, Feng Qiwu should have another identity that he is wary of, which should be Feng Qiwu’s other identity," Wanyan Song said at this point.
But he really couldn’t fathom what other identity Feng Qiwu could have that would be more significant than being a Daqin Crown Prince.
What could be greater than imperial power?
Impossible.
At this time, Zhao Sheng, the Crown Prince of Zhao, said coldly, "I don’t care what other identity Feng Qiwu has, my Zhao Country will never let him go."
In the war between Qin and Zhao, Feng Qiwu killed 400,000 of his Zhao Country’s troops.
This enmity is irreconcilable.
Anata also snorted coldly at this moment, "The Western Regions will not withdraw either. Feng Qiwu blocked the vital path through the Western Regions to other countries; only when he is dead can we hope for liberation!"
The terrain in the Western Regions is remote and full of deserts, making survival difficult.
Yet, Feng Qiwu, in order to curb their development, cut off their passageway to other countries, allowing only a few traders to engage with them.
Only if Feng Qiwu dies will they have hope to expand trade with the outside world and develop.
Wanyan Song, the Crown Prince of Xixia, clenched his fists and laughed coldly, "My father khan died at the hands of Feng Qiwu; not avenging this, I would be a disgrace to filial piety!"
After saying this, he looked toward the other countries’ representatives.
Seeing that Qi Hao and others had no intention to withdraw, they exchanged glances and nodded, "We will not withdraw either."
After all, their countries either bordered directly with Da Qin or were separated by only one other country.
If Da Qin started a war, they would be the first to bear the brunt.
If Feng Qiwu smoothly ascended the throne by then, with his belligerent and murderous nature, war would be inevitable.
"Alright, since everyone intends to continue, let’s keep our alliance! As for the Southern Border... hmph, it’s just a small place. Yu Qingfeng’s cowardice in not daring to provoke Feng Qiwu is normal," Qi Hao sneered at this moment.
The total area of the Southern Border didn’t even compare to his country’s Capital City, and it was nestled deep in the mountains.
Yu Qingfeng not daring to offend Da Qin was also normal.
As for his mysterious talk about Feng Qiwu’s other identity?
Who believes it?
It’s merely an excuse for his cowardly withdrawal.
Then Qi Hao looked at the others, "Anyway, we’ve already discovered Feng Qiwu’s weakness. The Grand Meeting of Nations is imminent, and we’ll have plenty of opportunities to strike by then. For now, let’s first find out what really happened over in Qin Country?"
None of the people they sent returned alive, and Yu Qingfeng refused to tell them the truth, so they could only go to Qin Country to investigate.
Hearing this, the others nodded in agreement.
Qi Hao was indeed reliable.
...
Meanwhile, Yu Qingfeng was standing on the treetop of a big tree outside the house.
Hearing the discussions of Qi Hao and the others, he gave a contemptuous and disdainful smile, then turned around and left like the wind, disappearing completely.
It’s hard to reason with those courting death.
He had said everything he could, but if they didn’t believe him, what else could he do?
