FID – Chapter 632

Chapter 632: Don’t Hit the Face When You Strike

Seeing the little girl’s confusion, Feng Qingbai pulled her closer and patiently explained.

“Beicang is one of the major nations whose strength is comparable to Nanling’s. We’ve been at war along the border for over a decade, with victories and losses on both sides. Those battles were all commanded by Qin Xiao as the Grand General. Now, Beicang is showing signs of wanting peace, and their own Grand General is coming as one of the envoys. Since Qin Xiao is Nanling’s Grand General, he must also be present at the negotiation table.”

“So, is Qin Xiao really good at warfare?” Liu Yusheng nodded in understanding and asked curiously.

“He has extensive battlefield experience. At least when it comes to tactical strategy, no one has surpassed him so far.”

“Then what about you? Aren’t you really good at chess? I heard that people who are good at chess are also good at war.”

Feng Qingbai pinched the bridge of his nose. 

Who told his little girl that? If he found out, he’d skin them alive!

“Chess and warfare are different. I’ve never set foot on the battlefield, so I wouldn’t dare make claims.” He spoke honestly.

It was easy to strategize on paper, but real battles weren’t won with words.

The little girl’s eyes flickered with mischief. “Then do you know the Thirty-Six Stratagems?”

“…Shengsheng, I have studied military strategy.”

Did his little girl really think he was some fool who didn’t even know the Thirty-Six Stratagems?

Feng Qingbai felt a slight twitch at his temple.

His narrowed gaze fell on her, sharp and assessing.

Liu Yusheng shrank her neck slightly, giving him a guilty smile.

Which novel claimed that ancient people didn’t know the Thirty-Six Stratagems?! Damn it, what a misleading lie!

Now Feng Qingbai probably thought she was treating him like an idiot!

Just then, she caught sight of several heads stacked on top of each other, peeking through the doorway of the inner courtyard. Her eyes lit up.

“Xianrou! Qian Wanjin! Xiao Bailian! Second Brother! Come in, quick!”

She waved them over, hoping they’d help divert some of Feng Qingbai’s simmering frustration.

Feng Qingbai’s temple throbbed for real this time. Slowly, he turned his head toward the door, his gaze turning icy.

“Lucky Nannan, since you called us, we’ll come in, but remember—it wasn’t us who wanted to disturb you,” Qian Wanjin strode in first, grinning smugly.

He had figured it out—right now, Feng Qingbai’s expression screamed frustrated but forced to endure it.

The others, including Shi Xianrou, entered in a single file. Even though she was skilled in martial arts, she couldn’t help but worry about Xiao Jinzi provoking Feng Qingbai like this.

Feng Qingbai was ruthless—he would seize every opportunity to strike without any weakness.

Even if she had eight hands, she might not be able to defend against him.

Why did their Xiao Jinzi always have such a death wish…

On the other side, Liu Zhiqiu was no better than Qian Wanjin. As soon as he sat down, he immediately pulled his sister out of the man’s arms and squeezed himself in.

“Feng Qingbai, I’ve already gathered over twenty exclusive pieces of information. I wrote them all down and compiled them into a booklet. Pay me silver, and I’ll sell it to you immediately.”

As he spoke, he pulled out a small, homemade booklet from his chest. It was quite simple in appearance, but at least the handwriting was neat.

It was obvious that he had come prepared—just to exchange information for money.

Even Liu Yusheng couldn’t help but cover her face. Just what kind of people did her family consist of?

How did they all end up with such bizarre personalities?!

Feng Qingbai was so exasperated that he actually laughed. Sitting up straight, he leaned back slightly and swept his gaze over Qian Wanjin and Liu Zhiqiu. “Have your lives been too dull while I was away for too long?”

Did they have to deliberately provoke him just so he could stir up some waves for them?

“Didn’t we already agree back in Xuzhou? I gather the information, and you pay me silver,” Liu Zhiqiu blinked innocently, looking utterly confused—what an act.

Qian Wanjin, on the other hand, directly retorted, “It doesn’t make a difference whether you’re here or not. We didn’t even think about you. If you’re really that busy, you don’t have to come back. I don’t miss you at all.”

The temperature in the room began to drop bit by bit.

The three women collectively facepalmed.

Without Feng Qingbai as a touchstone, they never would have realized just how shameless these two men could be in their words and actions.

In the next moment, Feng Qingbai suddenly curved his lips into a smile, his icy aura vanishing completely. Then, he stood up.

Qian Wanjin and Liu Zhiqiu shuddered at the same time, instinctively wanting to slip away.

Too late.

“It’s been so long since we’ve seen each other; our bond has grown distant. Let’s find a place to have a proper chat.”

“Who wants to chat with you?!”

“I’m not going!”

But before they could resist, Feng Qingbai grabbed one in each hand, lifted them effortlessly, and vaulted over the courtyard wall. In an instant, their wails faded into the distance.

They never even got to hear what the women said afterward.

“You guys… just pray for your own survival,” Liu Yusheng remarked, before collapsing into laughter.

This time, the other two women didn’t join her.

Shi Xianrou simply covered her face with both hands and let out a helpless sigh. No matter how much she tried to shield Xiao Jinzi, there was no saving him when he insisted on courting death in front of Feng Qingbai.

Liu Muqiu was genuinely anxious. She climbed onto the stone table and jumped up, trying to peek over the courtyard wall.

“Nannan, Xianrou, where did His Highness take Brother Zhiqiu? He’s not going to beat him to death, is he?”

“Oh, so you do know that my second brother’s shamelessness just begs for a beating? Pfft!”

“……”

Shi Xianrou pulled the bouncing girl down. “Relax. At most, he’ll take a few punches—nothing to worry about. The more they fight, the closer they get. Little White Lotus, just don’t start scratching this time, alright? That’s His Highness.”

“…” Even if she wanted to scratch, she had to be able to reach!

If even Xianrou couldn’t stop him, what use would she be?

Brother Zhiqiu would just have to take the beating. Hopefully, His Highness wouldn’t hit his face—otherwise, it would break her heart to see it.

Fifteen minutes later, the three of them returned. Feng Qingbai looked completely untouched by dust, while the two behind him limped along, bruised and battered.

“Your Highness, how could you hit his face?!” Seeing Liu Zhiqiu’s once-handsome face now sporting two black eyes, Liu Muqiu immediately rushed forward to support him, shouting angrily at Feng Qingbai.

The man pulled Liu Yusheng back into his arms and lazily lifted his eyelids. “If I didn’t hit their faces, what would be the point of beating them?”

Liu Zhiqiu, rubbing his bruised eye socket, slung an arm over Liu Muqiu’s shoulder and grinned crookedly. “Relax, Nannan has bruise ointment. A little application, and I’ll be good as new. And—my little booklet sold for three thousand taels! Hahaha!”

“Really? That little booklet was worth that much?” Liu Muqiu gasped in shock.

“Of course! It’s a complete record of Nannan’s daily life. To others, it’s just scrap paper, but in Feng Qingbai’s eyes, it’s priceless!”

“I live in the inner courtyard with Nannan—I know way more than you. From now on, I’ll help you write booklets! We’ll make big money!”

The four people sitting around the stone table: “……”

Feng Qingbai took a deep breath and coaxed the girl in his arms. “Shengsheng, don’t give them the bruise ointment. The bruises will fade in two or three days on their own. No need to waste medicine.”

Clearly, he had hit them too lightly just now.

“You really spent three thousand taels?” The girl’s brows arched as she teased.

“……”

“Forget it. Money comes and goes. My second brother’s life only has this little bit of fun left in it.”

Liu Zhiqiu: “…Nannan, if you’re going to be protective, shouldn’t you be protecting me?”

“Aren’t you already clinging to your Little White Lotus? Your arm is still draped over her shoulder.”

Little White Lotus blushed shyly.

Liu Zhiqiu: “…” Was it too late to take his hand back now?