Chapter 239: Chapter 240 Competitor
Translator: 549690339
ng Han Wu stood in front of the door, the ice on her cheeks almost freezing the entire doorfra.
Who exactly had co to accept the marriage challenge?
How had it co to be that she was here, clearing away the competition for Zhu Minglang?
ng Han Wu hesitated for a mont but eventually stayed in front of the Princess Manor. As long as she could complete this task, she would act as Zhu Minglang’s guard for a while!
Sitting down, Zhu Minglang realized everyone was in the courtyard, surrounded by maple trees as red as rosy clouds, so fine wine, several plates of exquisite fruits, and so brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone. Had he not confird this was the Princess Manor, Zhu Minglang would have thought he’d entered so academy’s examination hall.
“The princess is fond of poetry. Gentlen, please compose a poem while you wait, as a first impression,” said an extrely tall palace maid.
A literary test??
He really had guessed it.
Was Princess Luoshui sifting out those nobles who were rich in wealth but poor in knowledge?
In the realm of poetry, Zhu Minglang wasn’t a master, but in a gentry family like the Zhu Gate, which liked to collect antiques and famous paintings, he knew the basics well enough.
After writing a poem about the red leaves, Zhu Minglang began to observe the people around him.
To Zhu Minglang’s surprise, there was a familiar face among them, none other than Prince Liang, who had lost a tooth at the Dragon Girl Palace!
“Zhang Three, Zhang Two, Zhang One, it’s this guy, chop him up for !!” Prince Liang also noticed Zhu Minglang and imdiately flew into a rage.
With his missing tooth now exposed, his shout, which was ant to be imposing and fierce, turned comically ridiculous, provoking a round of delicate laughter from the palace maids.
“Prince Liang, we are inside the manor, not at your doorstep. I hope Prince Liang will restrain himself. Any grievances can be dealt with after leaving the premises,” the tall palace maid said with emphasis.
“Fine, fine, just you wait, boy!” Prince Liang’s face turned beet-red with frustration as he picked up his brush and began to write, his handwriting grandiose but utterly nonsensical.
The princess must have set up this poetry challenge to weed out the likes of Prince Liang.
Zhu Minglang scanned the room and noticed a young scholar whose deanor stood out from the rest. His posture as he held the brush was sowhat peculiar – his writing seed to contain a certain montum, as if instilling so kind of power into the white paper. The lines of black ink on the paper commanded a kind of respect.
What kind of ability was this?
Zhu Minglang, after all, was a Dragon Shepherd who possessed a Dragon King; if the other party was simply showing off so calligraphy tricks, it wouldn’t be possible to evoke such an odd emotion in him.
The scholar put down his brush, then closed his eyes to rest, not interacting with others or paying attention to his surroundings, as if he was among the gently swaying maple saplings…
Zhu Minglang then looked towards another area and saw a mature-looking man who exuded an air of refined elegance. There didn’t seem to be anything particularly special about him, except for his guardian, who appeared to be an extrely powerful Dragon Trainer, wrapped in Dragon Breath like a mountain hidden in dense fog!
“Brother, you must be in your late thirties if not forty, why are you competing with us young ones for the princess?” Zhu Minglang, seated not far from the man, struck up a conversation.
“I’m ashad to say, I’ve been busy with national affairs and have yet to marry. Now that the country is stable, and my travels have brought to Miao Kingdom, I thought I’d give it a try,” the mature man replied amiably, with a generous smile.
“Zhu Gate, Zhu Minglang,” Zhu Minglang introduced himself.
“Slaughter Country, Tu Wenhe,” the mature man returned the gesture.
“Slaughter Country? I don’t seem to have heard of it. Where is it located?” Zhu Minglang asked.
“It’s quite normal that Mr. Zhu hasn’t heard of it. I’ve just changed the country’s na. I’m not soone of great talent, so I simply nad the country after my own surna, Tu,” Tu Wenhe said evenly.
Zhu Minglang maintained a composed fa?ade but was inwardly shocked!
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He’s a ruthless one!
Making nations take his surna!
This guy is a Hunter!
Within the Supre Court Empire, there are many Dragon Shepherd Teams dedicated to traveling between major nations, even serving national armies, auxiliating in the assault of cities and occupation of territories.
Of course, so Dragon Shepherds are rulers themselves; they continuously conquer cities, imposing hefty taxes…
And among these Dragon Shepherd Teams are those with ambitions of nation hunting; important city-states and affluent nations are their prey!
Stealing a hook incurs execution, stealing a nation earns one the title of marquis.
This phrase perfectly manifests itself in these individuals!
They hunt nations, making entire countries submit to their Master of Dragon Shepherd, milking them dry of resources before moving on, leaving the nation to rot away on its own!
Hunters, in the Dragon Shepherd Team hierarchy, are indeed the cream of the crop. No wonder the guards around this person exude an imposing presence like mountains; Zhu Minglang couldn’t help but take a second look at this seemingly refined elder man.
Of course, there are two kinds of Hunters: those willing to rule, bringing order to lands that are otherwise in chaos.
The other kind is akin to swarming locusts, intent only on stripping a nation’s resources, without a care for the aftermath since they harbor no thoughts of governance, rely serving their massive dragon herds.
“If you beco the Imperial Son-in-Law, wouldn’t Brother Tu have to stay in the capital of Miao Kingdom? The won here wouldn’t want their n to be too prominent,” Zhu Minglang said.
“Ha, that will depend on the circumstances,” Tu Wenhe replied with confidence, seeming unconcerned about the restrictions of the Miao Kingdom.
While they were speaking, a person entered the room. He was short and slight but had a handso face. Seeing that everyone had started to write poetry, he found a seat for himself.
“Which one is from Zhu Gate?” the handso short man asked as soon as he sat down.
“That would be ,” Zhu Minglang responded.
“Next ti you find a gatekeeper, pick soone more capable,” the short man comnted.
Zhu Minglang then rembered he had asked ng Hanwu to guard the gate, permitting no one else to enter the Princess Manor.
This short handso man had actually defeated ng Hanwu!
Indeed, in no ti, ng Hanwu rushed in, sweat still glistening on her forehead and among her strands of hair. She looked around, seemingly unwilling to accept defeat, ready to challenge the short handso man again.
“Let it go, he’s got the skill,” Zhu Minglang said to ng Hanwu.
“What’s it to you!” ng Hanwu glared at Zhu Minglang.
“Miss, go back to the mountains and train for a few more years. Your swordsmanship is still too rough, and with your frigid deanor, devoid of any feminine charm, I have no interest in entanglent with you,” the short man said.
Zhu Minglang couldn’t help but laugh.
Well said.
Always so icy, never a pleasant expression; it’s not a matter of being womanly or not, she’s lost all human warmth.
However, ng Hanwu’s cultivation base should be fairly similar to Bai Qin’an’s. Being able to overpower her, it seems that the last to co is indeed formidable.
There’s no shortage of competitors!
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