Feng Yu Jiu Tian-Volume 15 Chapter 7.2
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Qing Li — that extremely conceited and worthless trash — only bragged all day but accomplished nothing great. He never realized why He Di never visited Qin Zhang, but still chose to get close to him. His stupidity made it much easier to control him.
He failed to control even his own wife. Prince Qing Li’s impressive fei unexpectedly colluded with Xi Lei’s Duke Ming in secret, divulging her own husband’s plot to assassinate him.
[TLN: Fei = wife of a prince.]
His stay in Tong Ze this time was providing him many lively events to witness.
The maid named Shi Min, after being captured and searched, almost committed suicide.
The secret could perhaps be of use in the future to increase his good and honest reputation. He Di rarely got the opportunity to act as a good guy so he took out the peace treaty he had signed with Feng Ming.
“Do not be afraid. I will help keep your princess’ secret. After all, Xi Lei’s Duke Ming and I are allies.”
The treaty he took out was undeniably the best evidence for his claim.
This time, Luo Ning’s careful attentiveness revealed how skilled he was. Although he never would have thought Shi Min would compare Feng Ming’s signature, he still pretended to write as him, copying not only his signature but also his handwriting.
If he had nothing to do during their idle time on the ship, Feng Ming would be forced to practice writing as Rong Hu watched.
After completing his writing, even the good ones would be tossed into the water. Some of them would occasionally fall into Luo Ning’s hands. Coincidentally, copying the handwriting of influential people was one of the Xiao Family’s practices they were accustomed to.
Those days, Luo Ning used Feng Ming’s handwriting only as a mere practice tool and nothing else. He really never considered that he would one day act as Feng Ming to write a letter and not only did he copy his signature, he copied his handwriting naturally.
As an assassin, it could be said that all forms of professional ethics had been successfully drilled into them, and their habit became to accomplish everything with perfection.
Of course Shi Min would not doubt the writing on the letter as fake, but rather, He Di’s treaty would be suspected. After comparing the lettering for a while, she found that the sloppy signature seemed to be incredibly similar.
Regarding the difference in the seal of binding, He Di provided a reasonable explanation. At the time of the signing, Feng Ming had no time to look for his official seal, and due to pressing matters, could only use his finger as the seal.
“If that is the case…”
“I will release you now. About your running into me, there is no need to conceal it when you report to Princess Zhang Liu. You may report as you see fit.”
After releasing Shi Min, who was moved to tears, He Di’s mood grew lighter.
He finally succeeded in attaining Zi Yan, he, He Di, as the second prince of Dan Lin, would swear upon the name of the Sea God to keep that man by his side and absolutely allow him no leisure to help Duke Ming even if he was in a life and death situation.
In order to protect the luminous sand and Dan Lin’s prosperity, the piece of fortune he just encountered, the chance to manipulate others to fight and make the situation messier, would benefit him greatly.
He Di was in a good mood and not long after, they reached the outskirts of Tong Ze. They found not only the emissary awaiting them, but also Qing Li himself.
Looking at Qing Li’s smile as he welcomed them, He Di could tell he was scheming something even if he were thinking with his toes.
“It is so great to finally meet Prince He Di of Dan Lin.”
Despite the paleness and the obvious signs of overindulgence on his face, Qing Li still retained some of the elegant demeanor of a prince.
After both sides exchanged the conventional greetings, Qing Li enthusiastically invited He Di to live temporarily in his courtyard. “An ordinary residence would lack a sufficient amount of elegance, only mine would be fitting enough. If your Highness does not mind, please honour me by staying.”
“Alright.”
He Di’s carriage was too open, making it a location that was not suitable for important talks.
