The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS
Chapter 294 - 106: Meeting in the Imperial Garden (Part 2)

Chapter 294: Chapter 106: Meeting in the Imperial Garden (Part 2)

"Feng Jiu!"

The Tenth Prince’s eyes were slits of anger, his teeth clenched as he called out the name of the person who had suddenly tripped him. His True Qi surged within him, ready to strike.

"Ten."

"Kid Ten, watch your behavior."

A fair and slender hand reached from behind to press down on the Tenth Prince’s shoulder, suppressing the True Qi that was raging within him.

At the same time, Sixth Prince Feng Chaonan sternly shouted.

Qing Yu’s gaze passed over the person restraining the Tenth Prince. With a face like fine jade and a regal demeanor like the rising sun and dragon, and possessing a profound sense of "Vast Righteous Qi", this must be the Eighth Prince Feng Qiwu, the one among all the princes who currently held the greatest hope of succeeding the throne of Northern Zhou.

He truly lived up to the name of "Feng Qiwu", for even without considering anything else, just his bearing alone made him the foremost amongst the princes, his majestic presence and the air of a sovereign.

Didn’t you see how even the sight of him filled the Sixth Prince standing opposite Feng Qiwu with envy?

With the two strongest among the princes now blocking him, the Tenth Prince, no matter how hot his temper, could only hold it in and could only yell at Feng Jiu, "Feng Jiu, let’s see who gets the last laugh!"

With that, he left with gritted teeth and long strides.

"Hmph, how dull!"

The delicate voice was naturally not something a man would produce. The princess who had been standing with the white-robed woman expressed her dissatisfaction with a scowl, looking very displeased.

The white-robed woman beside him, on the other hand, had been quiet all along, exuding the aura of a tranquil young lady.

"Sister Si, let’s go and ignore these guys who are crazy for the throne," the princess said to the white-robed woman beside her.

’Si? From the Si family?’ Qing Yu speculated about the origins of this white-robed woman surnamed Si, ’Considering the closeness with the princess, it could only be the royal Si family.’

At that moment, the princess, still holding the hand of the woman surnamed Si, walked past Qing Yu with a whiff of fragrance, leaving the Lake Heart Pavilion.

Upon observing this, Feng Qiwu followed suit, trailing after them.

However, as he passed Feng Jiu, Feng Qiwu looked at the white Confucian robe Feng Jiu wore with a complex expression.

This white robe of Mountain River Academy, stark against the python robe worn by Feng Qiwu, formed a vivid contrast.

Feng Qiwu must have felt some envy towards Feng Jiu; after all, Feng Jiu didn’t need to make choices, just needed to stand resolutely with Mountain River Academy.

But Feng Qiwu couldn’t act as freely. Both the Academy and the Emperor had treated him well, and the Emperor was his biological father. It was really hard to make a choice between the two.

Thus, Feng Qiwu could only sway from side to side, unable to firmly take a stand.

After Feng Qiwu left, only Qing Yu, Feng Jiu, and Sixth Prince Feng Chaonan remained in the pavilion.

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Feng Chaonan watched Feng Qiwu chasing after the princess and a lady surnamed Si with a face full of jealousy and hatred. He muttered a curse under his breath, "Damned Feng Qiwu..."

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Although his voice was low, with the power of Qing Yu and Feng Jiu, they both could hear him clearly. The two exchanged glances, both flashing a hint of schadenfreude.

From Feng Qiwu’s expression, he seemed to have fallen for the lady surnamed Si. This undoubtedly was like stealing Feng Chaonan’s corner.

Don’t get it wrong, it’s not that Feng Chaonan wants to get mixed up in it, sparking a love triangle. His mother, Noble Consort Si, was the sister of the Si Family Head, and that lady surnamed Si should be Feng Chaonan’s cousin; such a union would not be allowed.

Feng Chaonan’s jealousy likely stemmed from the idea that Feng Qiwu was looking to bring the Si Family into his fold, to cut off one of Feng Chaonan’s main supporters.

And as for Qing Yu, with his sensitivity to emotions, his "Turtle Mirror" reflected that the lady surnamed Si also had quite a favorable impression of Feng Qiwu. Things were getting interesting.

After venting some negative emotions, Feng Chaonan put on a warmly smiling face and said to Feng Jiu, "Ninth brother, your timing is perfect. We should catch up."

Feng Jiu also showed a face of warmth, "I have to thank Sixth Prince for your assistance just now, otherwise, who knows how arrogant Feng Jue would have gotten?"

To an outside observer, these two seemed like brothers for life. However, Qing Yu could clearly sense their inner thoughts.

In Feng Chaonan’s heart was nothing but cold manipulation and scheming, while Feng Jiu felt slightly disgusted by his own pretense, and like Feng Chaonan, his mind was full of calculations and use of others.

After a display of enthusiasm nauseating to behold, Feng Jiu extended his hand toward Qing Yu and said, "Sixth Prince, this is the royal brother’s good friend, Meng De. He’s going back to Mountain River Academy to continue his studies soon. Mr. Ouyang thinks highly of him."

Feng Chaonan immediately recognized Qing Yu’s worth and said joyfully, "I have often heard Mr. Han Wenxin mention an outstanding junior named ’Meng De’, but I never had the chance to meet him. It’s truly a great fortune to get acquainted with Mr. Meng today."

As always, thirsty for talent, Feng Chaonan never hesitated to lower his status in front of capable people. Only, if he knew that this Mr. Meng had put him in his place just over half a month ago, who knows what expression he would have made.

"Senior Brother Han has mentioned me?" Qing Yu asked with pretended surprise.

"Yes, Mr. Han has said that Mr. Meng possesses exceptional talent and would surely become a famous person in the world."

"It’s just a pity..." Feng Chaonan suddenly made a sorrowful face, his expression becoming downcast, "When Mr. Han went to Linchuan Prefecture on a mission, he was unfortunately caught in a rebellion by the Japanese and brutally killed by them."

"What..."

The very murderer who had personally killed Han Wenxin recoiled several steps back, his shock evident, "Senior Brother Han Wenxin is dead?"

Qing Yu lifted his sleeve to cover his face, as if he did not want others to see his tearful state, and said mournfully, "I remember when Brother Han gave me his insights on studying, which helped me grasp the ’Vast Righteous Qi,’ but I never expected that after saying goodbye outside the academy, the next news I would hear would be of Brother Han’s demise."

"This is really... a tremendous loss of talent..."

If one were to describe that voice with a line of poetry, it could be said to be, "The voice whimpers, filled with longing and adoration, like crying, like lamenting. The lingering sound meanders, unending like a thin thread."

Qing Yu was giving a performance so overdone it nearly burst at the seams, yet with the soundless nourishment of the "Power of Thought" from "Ten Thousand Paths," even the knowing Feng Jiu couldn’t help but think, "This is truly a man of deep feelings and nature."

If even Feng Jiu felt this way, not to mention Feng Chaonan. At that moment, Feng Chaonan truly believed this Meng in front of him held deep affection for Han Wenxin and internally applauded using Han Wenxin in his schemes.

Moreover, when Qing Yu mentioned that Han Wenxin was his benefactor and that, in the future, if Sixth Prince Feng Chaonan, as Han Wenxin’s loyal follower, needed any service, he could seek him out, it extinguished the rage Feng Chaonan had previously felt due to Feng Qiwu’s corner-stealing maneuver.

Inside Lake Heart Pavilion, three acting emperors displayed their acting prowess, each sickening the others and themselves for their own objectives.

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