Translator: Misty Cloud Editor: Misty Cloud
In the past, after Yuan Ling Xuan said something like this, he’d hear voices of agreement follow.
But today, those four people were especially unmunicative. This made Yuan Ling Xuan couldn’t help but glance at them strangely. “What. You guys think that there’s something wrong with what I’m saying?”
Those four people first stiffened, then did their best to shake their heads as they squeezed out a stiff smiling expression. “No. How can Young Master Yuan be wrong.”
“Fine. If there’s nothing else, you guys can go.” Yuan Ling Xuan watched these four people who’re devoid of their usual cleverness and suddenly felt that something’s missing.
The servant standing by his side also was understanding. Once he heard his master say that, he promptly sent people out. When they returned, they had smiling expressions on. “Young Master, I’ve looked into it. There’s a strong guy at the Good pound. Even though his martial qi’s not great, he’s still certainly difficult to deal with. If he’s there, he’ll give those guys who set their sights higher than themselves a lesson for sure!”
“Tell that strong man to aim for their faces. After he’s done, I will give him a nice reward.” Yuan Ling Xuan was actually more arrogant than anyone, thanks to being a well-known figure within his clan, such that even in the capitol, not many people dared to provoke him. Forget Murong Chang Feng and Hei Ze, after all, whether in terms of their personal strength or family background, they were people parable to him. Yet it’s actually that destitute guy, who knows where he popped out from, who attracted the limelight the minute he entered the academy.
Of course, Yuan Ling Xuan wasn’t like that young master from the Zhang family, who’s got no brains at all. Seeing a person like that, his first reaction wasn’t to give him a lesson, but to use him for his own purposes.
What’s hateful was that as the young master of the grand Yuan clan, he was ignored by a destitute youngster!
Who only threw two words at him ‘not interested’.
How could Yuan Ling Xuan swallow his anger after this!
Yuan Ling Xuan’s personal servant naturally knew what’s going on and also understood his master’s thoughts. His tone was respectful as he stood up. “Don’t worry, Young Master, everything will be handled by your servant. Those three people are the most useless of trash. If they’re not sleeping in class, they’re taking long absences. If it weren’t for the fact that there’s indeed no one to choose from, I reckon the principal also won’t send them to pete. I estimate that this team, when peting with the three other pounds, won’t even win one round. It’s not necessary to talk of them peting with the Superior pound….”
“Atchoo!”
At a corner of the merce Plaza, standing to help Huan Ming Xiang sweep the floor, Wei Wei fiercely sneezed. She faced the old man drinking tea behind her as her eyebrows raised. “Elder Huan, I’ve already finished your work. Shouldn’t you give me the wages that the academy’s paid you.”
“Cough!” Huan Ming Xiang, who was enjoying half a day off, was humming a tune and drinking tea when he almost choked. “How would this old man have wages.”
Wei Wei propped up the broom from the ground, while she lazily leaned on the top of the handle, her fingers under her chin. She watched him in incredulity. “An elder who’d served three generations of emperors is sweeping the grounds here, without any wages? Who’d believe such words.”
“Girl, you haven’t dealt much with that youngster, Tusu Feng, don’t be mistaken by his outward appearance. His heart is awfully evil!”
Huan Ming Xiang angrily put the teacup in his hand down. “If I may say so myself, that son of his sister learned it from him!”
Wei Wei’s eyebrows rose. “His nephew?”
“It’s precisely that icy youngster who wears a mask all day pretending that he’s mature!”
Wei Wei finally understood how Third Prince totally offended Elder Huan, causing Elder Huan to gripe like this whenever he spoke.
In the past, when Wei Wei heard, she wasn’t bothered by it at all. Now that she’d prepared an agreement to get married, when she heard these words, she felt weird…
“That’s right, I’ve heard that you wanted to represent the Inferior pound to pete?” Huan Ming Xiang stroked his beard and laughed. “That’s good, too. It’s about time to have them see your strength, which can also build your reputation prior to the martial qi petition.”
Wei Wei touched the bridge of her nose and smiled lightly. “The field I’m peting in isn’t martial qi.”
“Not martial qi?” Huan Ming Xuan was struck dumb. “Is it because that youngster Tusu Feng didn’t choose you? In a moment, I’ll go find him and talk some sense! How can this youngster believe in gossip, that’s really revolting!”
Wei Wei’s tone was level. “It wasn’t the principal who decided. It’s the three of us who chose each of the subjects.”
She really didn’t care much about it. Even if it was divination, which she didn’t know anything about, she still had Yuan Ming and Little White within the Celestial Boundary Space to help her. It’s just that if it was martial qi or armaments, the odds of winning were higher. Now that she thought about it, the three of them seemed to be a bit too random. They were like you choose one, I choose one, and just decided on the petition’s subject just like that…..
The main thing was, the principal indulged them too much, and said that as long as they agreed to participate, it’d be up to them to choose whatever they want.
Truthfully speaking, this was the first time Wei Wei encountered such an open-minded principal.
“You guys made the choice?” The more Huan Ming Xiang heard, the more he didn’t believe. “Then who chose martial qi?”
Wei Wei stooped to sweep a bit of ground and casually replied. “My desk-mate”.
“You even have a desk-mate?” Huan Ming Xuan revealed a shocked expression. “Haven’t you always been alone?”
The corners of Wei Wei’s mouth twitched. “But every time I attend class, there’s always a desk-mate, you know.”
Hearing this answer, Huan Ming Xuan’s still dissatisfied. “If you choose martial qi, you guys’ll win for sure. I can tell you that besides that Little Bald Head at the Superior pound, it’s rare that anyone else at White Academy can beat you in a fight.”
“Little Bald Head…” Wei Wei’s fingers paused and she smiled lightly. “Seventh Prince is that strong?”
Huan Ming Xuan humphed twice. “Blame it on that icy fellow guiding him. A perfectly good little suckling baby was raised by him into a little tiger. Last time, the little tiger gave me some meat buns. Early in the morning, he stood outside hollering like thunder. It was so noisy I couldn’t even sleep!”
“It seems that Elder Huan likes Seventh Prince.” Wei Wei has spent a period of time with the old man, if he didn’t like someone, they could forget about finding him, not to mention having some opportunity to disturb him.
Huan Ming Xiang stroked his beard and smiled. He didn’t deny it. “I still feel that there’s something wrong with this arrangement. If you’re peting in martial qi, at least you guys could win a match. How strong are the other two, do you know?”
“During the petition, I’ll slowly find out. ” Wei Wei froze a little, then laughed lightly.
Huan Ming Xiang: …. That means she didn’t know!
“You don’t even know their strength and you guys already decided on the event you’re peting in?”
Huan Ming Xuan was a bit dizzy hearing this. When had White Academy’s biggest petition been looked down on like this. In the past, students from the Inferior pound, in order to have a chance at winning, clearly gave it all they’ve got!
Wei Wei propped her forehead. Unexpectedly, being asked this by the old man left her speechless. Thinking about it carefully, it’s really like that…
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