Embroidered Uniform Guard: I Can Plunder Talents Chapter 544 - 150: Fu Zhengqing’s Scheme! The Assassin Comes

"Is there sothing you need?"

"This humble minister simply thought that it’s been a while since I last paid my respects to the Supre Emperor, so I wanted to co pay my respects!"

"..."

Do you take for a fool?

If anyone could trust Yan Fuhai, that would truly be strange.

His gaze naturally shifted toward Ye Liuyun, the newly promoted Grandmaster of the Great Qian Dynasty, whom Yan Fuhai hadn’t seen since the autumn hunt.

"Sa here!"

Noticing Yan Fuhai’s gaze, Ye Liuyun cupped his fists in return.

After all, he was summoned by Fu Zhengqing, so whatever excuse Fu Zhengqing gave would do for himself as well.

After finishing his words,

Ye Liuyun’s eyes swiftly scanned Yun Hu and Guan Bao standing next to Yan Fuhai.

Sure enough, Wei Hongfang has been kicked out!

But that very look made Yun Hu and Guan Bao shudder uncontrollably—no help for it, not long ago, they’d just finished telling Yan Fuhai they’d properly taught Ye Liuyun all the palace rules.

Mainly because, these two brothers were sure Ye Liuyun and Yan Fuhai would never really cross paths.

Who’d have thought, it’s only been a short while and Ye Liuyun’s already co to the palace—terrified of saying the wrong thing and letting Yan Fuhai spot a problem.

If an "offense against the sovereign" charge landed on their heads...

Forget all the rit they’ve worked so hard for—all gone in a single day.

What’s worse, their necks might not stay attached for long!

Thankfully.

Right now, things seed all right—Yun Hu and Guan Bao both breathed a little easier.

...

"This humble minister was just thinking, the achievents I have today are inseparable from the Supre Emperor’s injuries. Now you’re secluded in the palace, and I rarely co to visit—a true oversight on my part."

On Fu Zhengqing’s side,

He still wore a look of heartfelt loyalty as he spoke to Yan Fuhai.

"Sa here!"

Ye Liuyun chid in, following the mood.

He really didn’t know what else to say.

"This humble minister fondly recalls the days I served by His Majesty’s side—those were my happiest tis!"

"Sa here!"

"This humble minister..."

Fu Zhengqing found it hard to continue.

The earnest expression he’d been forcing nearly slipped—he shot Ye Liuyun a glare, beyond annoyed.

’Sa my ass! What does this have to do with you? Back then you weren’t even part of the Embroidered Uniform Guard!’

Facing Fu Zhengqing’s pointed look, Ye Liuyun just shrugged nonchalantly.

You were the one who called here.

Can’t expect to co up with my own story, right?

"Enough, enough!"

Yan Fuhai, on the other hand, didn’t seem bothered by this charade.

He waved his hand dismissively, cutting off whatever Fu Zhengqing was about to say.

No matter what Fu Zhengqing’s real intentions were, whether those words were sincere or not—Yan Fuhai simply didn’t care.

As for Ye Liuyun, Yan Fuhai figured he’d just been given a reminder about rules, so of course he felt obligated to pay a visit, which actually pleased Yan Fuhai even more.

So young prodigy, huh?

In front of , he still has to bow down obediently.

And, Yan Fuhai’s words just now even made him nostalgic for those early days after ascending the throne—probably the most triumphant period of his life!

"Ti sure flies, must be many years gone by now."

"I’m old now, tiring more often too. Unless you have pressing matters, you all may leave."

If there’s nothing important...

Yan Fuhai would rather stay curled up in his bedchamber, tending to his wounds.

"But this humble minister does have an urgent matter!"

Knowing the ti was right,

Fu Zhengqing finally dropped the act, his expression growing stern.

"Oh?"

Hearing there was sothing important, Yan Fuhai’s interest perked up.

He waved his hand to indicate Fu Zhengqing should speak candidly.

"It’s like this."

Fu Zhengqing had rehearsed this speech countless tis in his own residence,

so he felt quite confident it would go smoothly.

"Supre Emperor, do you still rember the Qingshui Pavilion?"

"Hmm?"

Not only Yan Fuhai—even Ye Liuyun beside him raised an eyebrow and looked over.

ntioning Qingshui Pavilion out of nowhere...

Could Fu Zhengqing actually know sothing?

"Ah, Qingshui Pavilion..."

Yan Fuhai’s gaze turned nostalgic, as if recalling that extraordinary woman from years past—but such a woman, sadly, never gave her heart to him, and just like that, she died.

Even after so many years,

Whenever he thought back, Yan Fuhai still felt an intense regret.

But his thoughts slowly withdrew—after all, so many years had passed, he wouldn’t brood over the past too much. He turned to Fu Zhengqing.

"Bringing up Qingshui Pavilion now—what’s the matter?"

"Though the Pavilion Master of Qingshui Pavilion died back then, the rest escaped the Great Qian. I have received news that they may have returned in force, seeking revenge for what happened."

On the surface, Ye Liuyun displayed no reaction.

But inwardly, he was genuinely curious.

Was this just so excuse Fu Zhengqing pulled out of nowhere, or did he really know sothing? Interesting...

Sure enough, this scene was worth watching.

"Revenge?"

Not surprising at all.

Back then, Liu Qingqing was unmatched in talent and always treated people with kindness. The rest of Qingshui Pavilion were fiercely loyal to their Pavilion Master, and Liu Qingqing had exchanged her own life to save them.

Only then did Yan Fuhai let the others from Qingshui Pavilion go.

It’s no wonder that these people now want to avenge Liu Qingqing—it’s only natural!