Translator: Antonia
Qi Wuyou was finally able to meet Duke Fang for once, “Duke, the new-year break is over. You should begin to handle affairs.”“Advisor Qi, I got a cold recently and am not well…”
A gold thread clung to his wrist. Childe Wushuang expressionlessly diagnosed his pulse and took back the thread, “Duke is in good health. Please go back to your office and start to work.”
Qi Wuyou gazed at him sympathetically: Duke, don"t blame me. Blame it on Childe"s excellent medical skills. How can your little trick cheat Childe?
Under Childe Wushuang"s sharp eyes, Duke Fang didn"t dare to play any tricks and obediently returned to his office tent and work.
After Fang Junqian left, Xiao Qingyu asked Qi Wuyou gently, “Mr. Qi, do you get to be used to living in here?”
“Thanks for asking. Everything is good.” Qi Wuyou smiled in satisfaction, “Bafang generals treat me well and take good care of me. Probably it"s because this northern town is far away from its enemy country in the south and there isn"t deep hatred, so I can do well here.”
For a long time, Bafang"s enemies were Tianbin and Xiongye that were located to the northwest of Daqing which had no big feuds against Liaomeng. Hence, people soon accepted Qi Wuyou.
“That"s good.” Xiao Qingyu nodded with satisfaction, “I hope you can regard Bafang as your home.”
Qi Wuyou smiled, “Childe, actually I"m not of Liaomeng.”
“I lost my parents since I was little and strolled around alone. Even I don"t know where I came from. Until I met Liaomeng king and gained his appreciation, I pledged loyalty to him.”
He said this in a light tone, without sorrow on his face.
Xiao Qingyu bowed his head and fiddled with the gold thread, “So do you hate me for making you out of Liaomeng and homeless again?”
“Hate?” Qi Wuyou wondered, “Why should I hate you? If I can get it, then I"m lucky; If I can"t, it"s fate. Without your sly scheme, how could I meet this wise superior now?”
Xiao Qingyu exclaimed, “Not please by external gains or saddened by personal losses, brother Qi has a broad chest that I admire so much.”
Qi Wuyou was surprised by his compliments, “I"m honored to hear Childe Wushuang"s compliments! I"ll write it down later so that the future generations will admire me…”
Xiao Qingyu laughed silently.
For a long time, Xiao Qingyu admired Qi Wuyou for appearing to be “scheming” but still remaining calm and relaxed, and for keeping a cheerful and open mind although he knew everything.
“By the way, Mr. Qi, I received a news that the Liaomeng king has known you"re here at Bafang and spread words against you. I hope you won"t mind that.”
Qi Wuyou couldn"t help asking, “Childe, aren"t you worried at all?”
Xiao Qingyu, “About what?”
Qi Wuyou muttered, “I had a bad reputation.”
Xiao Qingyu nodded. Now the whole world knew that Qi Wuyou seduced his former queen, shameless and corrupt in morality.
“If you get married in the future, don"t you fear…I might use the same tricks?”
Xiao Qingyu was calm, “Wuyou, I trust you.”
“Childe…” Qi Wuyou looked deeply touched.
Xiao Qingyu continued, “I won"t worry about it even if you do so. Fang Junqian"s wife won"t fall into the trap, because he"s better-looking than you.”
“Xiao—Qing—Yu!” He roared with anger, shaking even Duke Fang"s desk in the tent…
Poor Mr. Qi finally understood: In fact, Xiao Qingyu, exactly like Fang Junqian, took delights in teasing people with small tricks.
In the capital city of Daqing.
In the magnificent palace, Crown Prince Fang Jianhui sat in fidget.
Emperor Jiarui, who was reviewing memorials, suddenly said in a cold voice, “Look at you. Not a bit calm like a future emperor.”
“Father, it"s not my fault, but Fang Junqian has obtained whatever he wants in Bafang. I"m afraid…”
“You"re afraid of him starting a rebellion?” Emperor Jiarui laughed, “His parents are still in our hands. What"s the best can he do?”
“What"s more…” Emepror Jiarui said unhurriedly, “Once Fang Junqian had that thought, he will kill Fang Junqian before us.”
Fang Jianhui didn"t understand, “He? Who?”
Emperor Jiarui"s hazy eyes shot out dazzling brilliance!
“Xiao Qingyu.”
Fang Jianhui almost cried, wondering if Emperor Jiarui was too old.
“You must be kidding, father. Xiao Qingyu and Fang Junqian… They are of the same camp! Let Xiao Qingyu kill Fang Junqian is equal to let Fang Junqian kill himself.”
Emperor Jiarui was disappointed, “You display everything in your mind on your face, way worse than Wushuang…”
“Jianhui, just remember: Xiao Qingyu will never do anything harmful to Daqing.”
“But…” He still wanted to say something.
“No but!” Emperor Jiarui interrupted.
“He had no choice…”
“This is his fate!”