FID – Chapter 715

Chapter 715: Shoot him until he’s full of holes!

Liu Yusheng fell silent

Gong Ling—she was more used to calling him Heilian.

Gong Ling was a cold, ruthless leader of assassins, the head of the Cangying Pavilion.

Heilian, on the other hand, was the mysterious figure who, despite knowing her identity, saved her and sent her back to Feng Qingbai.

Compared to Gong Ling, Heilian felt more real, more human.

But still, she couldn’t figure out what he might do.

She couldn’t understand why he insisted on opposing Feng Qingbai.

It was said that he had been the dark force behind Consort Liu, but she had fallen. 

Heilian had been employed by someone else, and once his master fell, there was no reason for him to remain. He could have just retreated. So why did he keep targeting Feng Qingbai, as if he had a real vendetta against him?…

Liu Yusheng suddenly sat up straight in the man’s embrace, surprised by the thought that had just surfaced in her mind.

“Feng Qingbai!”

“What’s wrong?” Feng Qingbai furrowed his brow and sat up straight.

“Do you have any enemies who are unwilling to rest until you’re dead?”

“I have countless enemies. Which one are you referring to?”

“……”

Liu Yusheng composed herself and asked seriously, “Have you noticed that Gong Ling seems to be targeting you specifically? I always feel that the reason behind it is not simple. It’s very likely that he became Consort Liu’s hidden force because she and you were political enemies.”

So, even after Consort Liu’s fall, Gong Ling continued to appear around Feng Qingbai.

Provoking, assassinating, sending challenges.

After hearing her words, Feng Qingbai remained silent for a moment, and his eyes gradually turned cold.

It was not impossible.

But to have him search through the list of many enemies to find the culprit, he had no clue at the moment.

Back then, in order to support the young emperor, his hands were stained with blood.

Any royal offspring with ambitions to fight for the throne, he didn’t spare a single one. Along with the forces behind each of the princes, he either exiled them or had their entire families executed.

Perhaps, the descendants of those families survived, and now they’ve come to seek revenge.

Relaxing his tense posture, he leaned back against the carriage wall, and the numerous worries that had been on his mind earlier seemed to vanish.

At this point, there were countless people who wished for his dismemberment. He had long been mentally prepared for this.

If they truly came for revenge, then let them come.

As long as it didn’t involve those around him, there was nothing for him to fear.

The carriage slowly pulled away from the dock.

In the crowd of people coming and going at the dock, a figure in black turned and gradually disappeared into the throng.

Back at the temporary inn by the dock, someone quickly entered, “Master, everything has been arranged. On that day, the royal family will invite Feng Qingbai to go with them, ensuring everything is foolproof.”

“Foolproof?” The man stared coldly at the person before him. To utter such words was already a mistake.

The person standing opposite him grew stiffer the longer they stood, cold sweat beginning to bead on their forehead.

“Leave.”

“Yes, Master!”

The room was left empty, with only a solitary figure standing at the window, gazing at the bustling dock and the rippling waves of the canal. From noon until nightfall, the man remained unmoving, like a wooden carving, until the night fully enveloped the world. Only then did the figure by the window dissolve into a wisp of blue smoke and vanish from the room.

That night, Prince Ting’s Manor was unusually lively.

Duan Ting seemed to be someone who particularly enjoyed a lively atmosphere and knew how to have fun.

The evening meal was moved to the manor’s backyard, where they dined under the vast sky, the autumn moon stretching endlessly above.

The four people at the table, aside from him, included Liu Yusheng, Feng Qingbai, and Li Ruibai, who had come to visit and hadn’t left yet, all of whom were pulled into the conversation.

“Why the sudden interest tonight?” Liu Yusheng asked curiously.

“I have an interest every day. It’s just that you all are so busy, no one has time to keep me company,” Duan Ting replied.

Feng Qingbai snorted coldly. “You still fear being alone? As soon as you go to the lakeside boats in the city, everyone will flock to you at your call.”

“I only took you once, how come you’re still holding a grudge about it? That day, Seventeenth ran over, but I didn’t pass the message along. Besides, she didn’t manage to get close to you, did she?”

Before Duan Ting finished speaking, the wheelchair was kicked, sliding far back.

Once the wheelchair stopped, the shameless person slowly leaned in again. “You’re getting angry out of embarrassment. Fortunately, I’m magnanimous and protective. Do you know how many times the Seventeenth sent people over, asking me to create opportunities? I never agreed. As a friend, not caring for my own sister—I’ve done my part, haven’t I?”

“Are you sure you have sibling feelings for this sister of yours?”

“Well, not really.”

The conversation between the two made the woman’s lips sitting beside them twitch uncontrollably.

“Do you think this person is childish?” Liu Yusheng asked, glancing at Li Ruibai, whose expression was struggling to hide her discomfort.

“A little,” she replied. If she hadn’t interacted with him, she wouldn’t have known that someone’s true nature could be so… destructive to their image.

Duan Ting glanced at the two of them sideways. “There’s no need to whisper, I can hear you. This isn’t childish; it just shows that I’m straightforward and don’t like to pretend. It’s a virtue.”

Liu Yusheng scoffed, ‘Pretend?’, “You’re the one who acts the most hypocritically.”

Why don’t you stand up and try?

Duan Ting smirked, realizing what the girl meant. He cleared his throat, poured some wine, and said, “Come, come, let’s drink. In a few days, it’ll be time for the royal ancestral shrine. These are the last few days we’ll have to ourselves.”

“What do you mean?” Feng Qingbai asked.

Duan Ting smiled gently, like a breeze in the spring moonlight. “I’m just going by my instincts, do you believe me?”

“Then did your instincts tell you that you’ll have to crawl back to your room later?”

“Stop, stop! I was wrong, okay? You’re a King, at least, don’t resort to violence for everything. That would be too unrefined, and people will think you’re just a brute. As a King, you should be like me—gracious, with impeccable manners, charming, smiling like a spring breeze, and approachable…”

The man went on listing his many virtues, while the three people beside him wore smiles, varying in intensity.

The moonlight shone down from above, casting a soft veil over the scene.

It looked warm, gentle, and harmonious.

In a corner of the rooftop, in a shadow no one noticed, a pair of eyes fixedly watched the group.

There was light in those eyes, but no emotion.

It was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Was he coldly observing them?

Or was he secretly envious?

After staring for a while, the man blinked, still feeling that the scene before him was quite disturbing.

It made him want to destroy it.

He even more desperately wanted those eyes, which smiled like a crescent moon, to glance over this way.

He casually tossed a copper coin toward the lantern on the stone table below, but as expected, it was deflected by the man in purple.

“…Today I realized, the defense at my royal residence is actually as flimsy as paper.”

Feng Qingbai had already leapt toward the direction where the hidden weapon came from. 

Duan Ting rubbed his face, looking at the copper coin that had fallen at his feet, his face ashen.

His dignity had just been completely lost.

There were double-layered defenses, and yet no one had noticed the assassin nearby! If it weren’t for Feng Qingbai, the assassin could have easily taken his life!

Damn it!

“Someone! Fire arrows! Turn him into a sieve!”