It turned out to be such a vast ga of chess.
Ji Yuntai listened and let out a cold, rippling laugh.
"What are you laughing at?" Song Huaxu didn’t understand and looked at him.
Ji Yuntai laughed again, tears forming in the corners of his eyes, "This world, long united, must divide; long divided, must unite—it is an unchanging principle. What does it have to do with the Divine Church of Light, and what does it have to do with you? You’re rely using these baseless sentints to satisfy your personal desires. Talking about bringing peace to a chaotic world—every loyal and good mber of the Yan Family fought battles from horseback. What stability are you talking about, where does it co from?"
"Moreover, everything has its good and bad sides. Where the sun shines, there is light; where it doesn’t, naturally there is shadow. Many people do lead difficult lives, it’s true, but they cherish it nonetheless. If you can only accept the bright side and cannot accept the dark side, and if you seek perfection in everything in the world, then I would advise you to better die early and not live in this world any longer."
"Well said—!" A delicate female voice suddenly erupted.
Ji Yuntai’s eyes brightened, and he looked over.
In the distant sky, Yan Wanqing descended from the heavens, arriving on the back of a flying swallow.
For a mont, he was stunned, feeling as if he were dreaming.
He wasn’t injured yet, so why was he starting to have illusions?
"Song Huaxu, you taught for years and even saved my life. I will, for one last ti, respectfully call you master," said Yan Wanqing, dusty from travel, her bright eyes gazing at the person before her.
Song Huaxu was not surprised at all, "It seems your brother has regained his mory."
"Thank you, master, for your concern. Not much mory, after all, your martial strength is evident," said Yan Wanqing with a faint smile.
Song Huaxu was indifferent to the sarcasm in her tone.
"The affairs involving your father and brother were my doing. If you wish for revenge, just co at ."
Yan Wanqing clenched her fists tightly, feeling a painful ache.
Even though she had already guessed the truth.
Hearing it from his lips still caused a sudden sourness at her heart’s tip, making her chest feel painfully blocked.
"Rest assured, the vengeance that I should seek, not one will escape."
She mustered all her strength to squeeze out a smile, extending her hand towards Song Huaxu, "Before that, I will take sothing from you."
"What is it?" Song Huaxu’s face was expressionless.
"When my father and you beca sworn brothers, there was a jade pendant, split into two halves. You had one part, and he had the other. Now you have no right to have this jade pendant anymore, I hope you will return it to ."
Yan Wanqing spoke word by word.
Her father had spent his life in military service, but he never expected to end up misjudging people. He had made a brother of a creature as vicious as a jackal or a tiger, and thus set foot on a path of no return, with not even a whole corpse left behind.
Hearing Yan Wanqing’s words, Song Huaxu felt an inexplicable irritation.
He pursed his lips and reached for the jade pendant around his waist.
He had carried this jade pendant for over twenty years, and the thought of having to take it off imdiately made him feel unexpectedly reluctant.
But still, he tore the pendant off.
The warmth of its touch lingered in his palm.
Yan Wanqing, however, extended her hand further, "I hope you return it."
Song Huaxu’s entire body was soaked in a chill as he tossed the jade pendant into Yan Wanqing’s hand.
Yan Wanqing carefully wrapped the half-moon-shaped jade pendant in a handkerchief, then placed it back inside her garnt. She then bowed to Song Huaxu, "I’m grateful."
"Next, I hope to make a deal with you." She clapped her hands, and three people erged from behind a large rock.
Xiao Pingfeng and Yan Li’an, as well as Xiao Hongshen, who was tied up and bloodied.
Yan Wanqing’s gaze, holding a trace of a smug smile, fixed on Song Huaxu—it did not quite reach her eyes.
"We plan to trade Prince Seven with you for soone else."
Song Huaxu stared at Yan Wanqing before him, and upon seeing Xiao Pingfeng and Yan Li’an behind her, suddenly curved his lips into a smile.
"I truly underestimated you youngsters."
"It’s all thanks to the master’s teachings," Xiao Pingfeng responded from a distance.
Song Huaxu’s smile stiffened a bit at the corners of his mouth.
Of all the people present, if it cos to teaching, the Crown Prince of Dawei, he truly hadn’t taught much at all.
"You have another master; I can’t take on that responsibility."
Xiao Pingfeng was rebuffed with a sentence, but his face did not show annoyance: "Fine then."
Song Huaxu: "..."
Xiao Hongshen couldn’t stand their chattering back and forth. He had just been drinking tea in the City Lord Residence, and the next mont he was blindfolded and bound up, brought here. On the way, he didn’t know how many tis that bitch Yan Wanqing had hit him; there wasn’t a single part of him that wasn’t injured.
Now, seeing Song Huaxu, tears threatened to spill out.
"Rescue , godfather, please rescue !" Xiao Hongshen cried out loudly.
Hearing his cries, Yan Wanqing was not at all surprised.
Just as they had thought.
Song Huaxu was the man behind Xiao Hongshen.
Without him, in the previous life, Xiao Hongshen could never have ascended to the throne so smoothly.
"Choosing soone like him to sit on the throne, there must be a reason, right?" Yan Wanqing observed Song Huaxu’s expression carefully. Seeing that he looked at Xiao Hongshen without any pity, without even a flicker of emotional turbulence, she sighed, "Or to put it another way, what is the relationship between our Prince Seven and that woman called Song Ning?"
Upon hearing the na Song Ning.
Song Huaxu’s expression truly relaxed a bit.
His eyes darkened instantly.
"Yan Wanqing, what exactly do you know?"
"It’s not that I know, more that I understand," Yan Wanqing laughed softly. "A favor of a al could make you help Xiao Hongshen for so many years, even to the extent of seating him on the throne. It must be said that such favor truly moves heaven and earth."
If Xiao Hongshen didn’t look so much like the Emperor, she would truly suspect Xiao Hongshen was Song Huaxu’s own son.
But Song Huaxu shouldn’t be so despicable.
The fact that he preserved the deceased Song Ning so intact was enough to show his sincerity.
Hearing Yan Wanqing’s words, Song Huaxu’s expression turned cold again: "Those rhetorical skills were taught by . I hope you won’t use them on . The old ginger is still spicier."
Yan Wanqing didn’t mind, and she glanced at Ji Yuntai behind Song Huaxu, whose condition was not very good: "Just say it, will you make the exchange or not?"
Exchanging Xiao Hongshen for Ji Yuntai.
One was the Prince Seven of Dawei, the other was the Young Master of Penglai Island.
It depended on what Song Huaxu would choose.
"Master, if you’re unwilling, then this person is of no use to us. We might as well kill him now and save the trouble of taking him back," Xiao Pingfeng spoke directly, his unsheathed sword resting on Xiao Hongshen’s neck.
Xiao Hongshen felt a pain in his neck and shouted in despair, "Xiao Pingfeng, you beast, I’m your brother! You’re going to kill for a woman!"
"You didn’t think of our brotherhood when you sent people to kill ," Xiao Pingfeng retorted sarcastically.
Whoever made Wanqing uncomfortable, he would tear down their house.
Xiao Hongshen was worth nothing.
He would even sacrifice his own father.
They were all scum; their deaths would be a relief to the people.
Xiao Hongshen could only keep looking at Song Huaxu, pleading, "Godfather, save , please! For the sake of my mother, save one more ti!"
Every ti he begged Song Huaxu for help on behalf of his mother, it had always worked like a charm.
This ti was no exception.
Song Huaxu’s eyes half-closed.
"I agree."
To exchange Xiao Hongshen for Ji Yuntai.
Yan Wanqing was not surprised in the least, "Thank you, National Master, for granting this." She bowed with her hands clasped, then walked straight toward Ji Yuntai.
She held Ji Yuntai close and walked toward Xiao Pingfeng and her elder brother, while Xiao Pingfeng with Xiao Hongshen in tow, moved toward Song Huaxu.
The four of them brushed past each other.
Xiao Hongshen, seeing he was in a safe position, suddenly yelled out loudly: "Attack—!"
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