Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 413 - 89: The Wang’s Tiance, Old Daddy’s ’Arch-Enemy’? (7000 words) (1/1) _3
The usually smiling eyes opened slightly, revealing a pair of pure white eyes, and the entire courtyard seemed to freeze in amber at that moment. The lanterns that swayed with the wind, the gently rocking plum branches, all came to an instantaneous halt.
Even a petal of cold plum that was falling to the ground stopped in mid-air, no longer descending.
This anomaly vanished in a flash.
Li Sheng exhaled a long breath, and order was restored between Heaven and Earth.
Thinking back to the various grudges and entanglements between Mr. Lin and the Great Marshal from over twenty years ago, even though he was half a step into the Grandmaster’s realm, he still felt a bit of impatience and anxiety, unsure of what the old man would do to Wang Anfeng, who was suspected to be the Great Marshal’s offspring.
If one were to forcefully intervene, breaking the young man’s Sharp Essence or the perseverance in his heart...
Considering that outcome, Li Sheng felt a sense of danger rising in his heart.
A young man without Sharp Essence, a Martial Artist without conviction—just thinking about these things made his heart tremble. If the offspring of that man were to have his state of mind destroyed here... with that thought, he could no longer concern himself with formalities and quickly took a few steps to Li Changxing’s door, raising his hand to knock.
Visit fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm for the best novel reading experi𝒆nce.
After a few breaths, the door opened, and a young Eunuch of about thirteen or fourteen years of age stepped out. Seeing Li Sheng, he hurriedly bowed in greeting.
Li Sheng glanced inside, steadying his voice, he said,
"Is His Highness inside?"
The little Eunuch replied cautiously, "He is, Your Highness is resting."
Li Sheng nodded slightly and said,
"I have something to discuss with His Highness, you may leave us."
Although Li Sheng was a Eunuch, he was extremely skilled in Martial Arts, and had once accompanied the current Emperor, fighting in many battles. Unlike the other eunuchs who referred to themselves as ’this servant’, he spoke like the Military Generals at the Border Pass, often referring to himself as ’this one’. With the Emperor’s favor and considerable accumulated authority, the little Eunuch naturally dared not say much, bowed again, and carefully withdrew.
Li Sheng stood at the doorway, straightened his clothes, took a deep breath, and stepped inside.
Li Changxing was sitting on the bed, idly fiddling with the ’Thousand Skill Ball’ in his hand. Seeing Li Sheng come in, his eyes sparkled and he said, "Grandfather Sheng, is it still lively outside? That person... no, I mean, have any heroes from Jianghu arrived?"
The young man’s face tensed, appearing as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
Li Sheng let out a sigh of relief and said with a smile,
"Many have arrived, like the Fufeng Librarian, who is now outside."
Li Changxing’s eyes lit up and then dimmed slightly.
Li Sheng acted as if he didn’t notice and said,
"Would Your Highness like to go out and have a look?"
Li Changxing hesitated for a moment and sighed, "Grandfather Sheng, you mustn’t tell Grandfather and Father."
"I do want to go take a look, but according to the rules, it’s not yet time for me to appear... "
Li Sheng pretended to ponder and appeared to have an idea, smilingly he said,
"This old servant does have a method. Most people outside have never seen Your Highness’s true face. You could wear plain clothes and slightly alter your appearance. Just pretend to be a visitor and take a tour. When it’s about time, come back and change into your formal attire. How about that?"
Li Changxing’s heart was stirred by his words.
The Great Eunuch watched the excited Imperial Grandson with a smile, feeling his anxiety ease slightly, and looked towards the side where the anomaly in Heaven and Earth had occurred, his eyes slightly open.
No matter how much the old man was trusted by the Emperor, no matter how famous he was throughout the land.
As long as he saw His Highness, he surely wouldn’t act rashly.
............
Inside Fufeng Academy.
The old Master, wearing a white cotton robe, was sitting unorthodoxly on the bed, with a small table beside him.
He was playing chess, against himself.
Lifting his hand, he picked up a black piece, scratching his head with his left hand, messing up his white hair a bit.
With a sigh, he still made his move.
Five pieces lined up in a row—it was the child’s game of Gomoku, but this world-renowned elder was completely engrossed, forehead sweating. Wiping the sweat from his brow with his hand, he stood up, looked at the sky outside, and then at the seemingly ordinary chess pieces on the table. Smacking his lips, he stepped out of the courtyard.
With another step, he was already outside the Academy.
His right hand casually broke off a tree branch.
The plum branch he held was slanted, with three cold plums on it.
Straight and downward, sharp as a sword.
The best and most flourishing plum blossoms in the entire Fufeng County City were in the Imperial Family’s private residence.
The old man looked up into the distance, lifting his right foot.
............
On the long street, Yan Ling, dressed in Vermilion Clothes, galloped on his horse.
His brow was deeply furrowed.
He had been busy with case details and had not realized that Wang Anfeng was also among the invitees to the feast. He knew Wang Anfeng’s disposition and that he would certainly feel extremely uncomfortable in such an official-laden atmosphere. Given his current reputation, he would inevitably attract attention from various factions.
Having experienced such treatment himself, he knew that Wang Anfeng would definitely not like it.
He might even feel so suffocated as to nearly go mad.
Yan Ling took a deep breath, his brows still locked. Two years ago, Wang Anfeng had a nominal position in the Ministry of Punishment, participating in night patrols. Now he could use this identity to extract him from that chaotic scramble for fame and profit.
At worst, he would be scolded by the Chief Arrestor, demoted, or suspended from his salary.
Who cared?
With that thought, he whipped his mount again, urging it to greater speed.
The ten-mile sea of plum blossoms at the Imperial Family’s private residence was now in sight.
Almost within reach.
............
"What’s the matter, is the Librarian disdainful of my cup of alcohol, thinking it is too weak for your taste?"
Wang Anfeng hadn’t taken the cup of alcohol, prompting the old man to raise his eyes and speak indifferently.
"This alcohol was brewed and fermented by myself; perhaps it’s not to your liking."
"Dong Xuan, pour it away..."
