Chapter 220: Chapter 219: Gaining the Upper Hand
Eunuch Fuzi’s face turned bright red as he was choked and lifted into the air, his legs flailing wildly.
“Mr.—”
His face contorted with suffocation, unable to speak.
Qi Wuya looked at the dying Eunuch Fuzi as if he were a dead object and smiled, “You have been so loyal, having served the Crown Prince for most of your life, I shall reward you; go first to Huangquan Road and wait for the useless Qi Guanglie.”
Crack.
The sound of a bone breaking.
Eunuch Fuzi’s head dangled at an eerie angle.
A dark red streak of blood slid down from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto Qi Wuya’s pale hand.
Qi Wuya showed disgust, casually throwing aside the body of Eunuch Fuzi, which heavily fell on a dragon robe.
The once imposing dragon robe instantly beca a shroud.
Qi Wuya stepped over the dragon robe and the body of Eunuch Fuzi, walked to the table, picked up a handkerchief, and deliberately wiped the blood off his hand.
He slowly raised his eyelids and looked at the others in the hall, “Do you still want to please ?”
The palace attendants were silent as cicadas in winter, their faces stiff, bodies trembling.
So even collapsed on the floor in fear.
“I am acting as the Crown Prince.”
Qi Wuya threw the blood-stained handkerchief away, smiling at the palace attendants inside the hall, “If I see such things again, your fate will be the sa as this eunuch, do you understand?”
He kept no sycophants around him.
The palace attendants all knelt down, “Yes!”
They were all frightened by Qi Wuya: clearly, he wanted to beco Emperor, yet could not afford to give others a pretext, it was all because Eunuch Fuzi was completely oblivious.
Following Qi Guanglie for so long, he had learned nothing but flattery.
And they almost suffered the sa fate.
“Alright, all of you leave.”
Qi Wuya impatiently waved them away.
“Yes.”
The palace attendants withdrew one by one.
Two eunuchs dragged the body of Eunuch Fuzi out.
The hall returned to silence.
Shortly after, footsteps were heard again.
Qi Wuya slightly lifted his eyes and saw Han Mo walking in.
Han Mo glanced at the body of Eunuch Fuzi but said nothing.
He had seen a lot of life and death; even though Eunuch Fuzi was a favorite of Crown Prince Qi Guanglie, he was just an ant in his eyes.
He only had eyes for the master he pursued.
At the mont, his master had poured a cup of hot tea, playing with a jade teacup, his alabaster fingers made to look even more sacred, not revealing that he had just killed a man.
Such a person, who appeared serene and untroubled, was now the most capable Prince contending for the throne in Beiqi!
“Mr. Jiu—”
He respectfully saluted.
Qi Wuya sipped his tea and asked indifferently, “Any news from Han Chen?”
Han Mo shook his head, “Other than the news half a month ago that they were trapped in Quanzhou, there has been no news.”
Qi Wuya frowned, “Then why are you here?”
Han Mo said, “The ssenger was not intercepted. By now, He Country should know about the coup in Beiqi.”
So it was for this matter that he ca.
Qi Wuya put down his tea cup, paused for a while, and only uttered one word, “Oh.”
His expression remained calm, seemingly unconcerned about the matter.
Han Mo still felt sowhat guilty, “It’s my incompetence.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
Qi Wuya said calmly, “This news couldn’t have been hidden for long. Feng Yicheng also escaped back, he would inform them too.”
He actually quite wanted to know how they felt about his ascension!
Sang Yan must be worried and furious!
Perhaps she might even regard him differently?
If only she could see him in a new light.
He wished she would think more highly of him.
He was not weak!
He would also be the Emperor of Beiqi!
He was no less than He Ying!
“Sowhat earlier than planned,” he remarked.
Han Mo analyzed, “They know you are about to rise to power, and they might take small actions out of fear.”
Qi Wuya nodded, “Hmm. He Ying won’t sit by and watch grow stronger, he might even take advantage of the internal chaos in Beiqi to send troops. Therefore, the cooperation with ngka Country must go smoothly, we absolutely cannot let it restrain Beiqi’s rear military forces.”
At this point, he thought of He Hongzhao. “They should have arrived by now.”
As long as He Hongzhao did not return, he would have trouble dealing with that fool, Qi Guanglie, and he could not use her to intimidate ngka Country.
Han Mo knew he was talking about He Hongzhao and said, “Mr. Jiu need not worry, I have calculated that they will find a way out of desperation, and they should arrive soon.”
“I am not worried.”
A smile of appreciation flickered in Qi Wuya’s eyes, “With He Hongzhao there, no mistakes will occur.”
Han Mo: “…”
His words carried endless trust.
He dared say Qi Wuya had never trusted anyone so much.
To trust and admire her so much, could there really be no personal feelings involved?
Thinking of He Hongzhao’s pathetically beautiful face, which also evoked a man’s pity.
Especially since she excelled in both dicine and poison, was resilient and courageous, daring to confront He Ying alone in Quanzhou City.
Far superior to Sang Yan, indubitably.
“Miss He is straining her frail body to plan for you, Mr. Jiu. You should cherish her when she returns—”
“Is tonight the Qiqiao Festival in He Country?”
Qi Wuya interrupted Han Mo and changed the subject.
He knew Han Mo had been trying to convince him to take He Hongzhao for himself.
A woman gains stature and will belong wholeheartedly and loyally to him once she has a status.
He understood well.
He also knew that He Hongzhao was very capable.
If he had not t Sang Yan, he might have kept her by his side.
But he had t Sang Yan.
After returning to Beiqi, he often reminisced about their initial encounter, and each ti, his heart flared like ignited flas.
She was the first to look at him.
She was the first to ask sothing of him.
She was the first to provoke him.
She knew foreign languages.
This foreign language was sothing he had picked up unexpectedly while traveling across Europe.
And she knew it.
She harbored many secrets.
Her gaze was defensive yet captivating.
In his life, he cherished three things: power, status, Sang Yan.
“It seems so,”
Han Mo responded.
Seeing Qi Wuya’s usually frosty expression soften, he couldn’t help but sigh: it seed Mr. Jiu still harbored unresolved feelings for that woman.
“Chinese Valentine’s Day, huh—”
Qi Wuya murmured as he stood up.
He walked to the window, his fingers resting on the sill, tapping erratically.
Suddenly, as if sothing had occurred to him, a fleeting smile appeared on his lips, as if he saw soone, his gaze carrying an almost obsessive tenderness.
“Yihuai, tell , what are they doing now? Knowing the news of my ascent, what must she be feeling?”
He was in quite a good mood, even calling Han Mo by his na.
Listening to his question, Han Mo thought: What could Sang Yan be feeling? She so despises and loathes him, she must think the heavens are blind to let him rise to power.
“Haha, she must be thinking, heaven has no eyes to let gain power.”
Qi Wuya laughed heartily, voicing Han Mo’s thoughts.
Han Mo: “…”
His master was strangely self-aware.
Yet, it was ultimately a disastrous entanglent!
“Mr. Jiu—”
He wanted to throw cold water on him.
He had wanted countless tis to make him see reality.
But looking at his face, lost in thoughts of her, he couldn’t speak for a long ti.
Sang Yan was his calamity.
Whether he could overco this calamity depended entirely on his own fate.
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