FID – Chapter 716

Chapter 716: He’s Out of His Mind 

As soon as the words left his mouth, a hidden weapon sliced through the air.

Duan Ting swiftly dodged, his handsome face darkening.

He felt a sharp pain on his arm, where the hidden weapon had cut a wound, and red blood slowly began to seep out.

He slapped the armrest forcefully, his voice cold, “Someone!…”

“Stop shouting, that’s a madman doing indiscriminate attacks. The more you shout, the worse it’ll get for you,” Liu Yusheng advised, holding her forehead.

“You know him?” Duan Ting frowned.

Liu Yusheng glanced at the person fighting on the roof. Although the dim light made it hard to see clearly, she could tell from the madman-like aura that it could only be Heilian.

Seeing her expression, Duan Ting raised his hand to stop the guards and looked up as well.

His heart sank in alarm.

Only after seeing Feng Qingbai fight did he realize that back in the Nanling pavilion, he had not used his full strength against him.

Otherwise, Duan Ting might not even have had a chance to speak.

And the assassin, who could match him blow for blow, was clearly highly skilled.

It was perfectly normal for him to have been unable to dodge that hidden weapon.

“The prince is injured. Miss Liu, could you perhaps bandage him first?” Li Ruibai walked over to the man’s side, daring to pull open the hole in his sleeve, revealing the wound stained with blood inside.

Duan Ting glanced at her, pulling the hole together. “It’s a minor injury, I won’t die.”

Liu Yusheng tossed a bottle of hemostatic medicine at him, still watching the battle between the two fighters without taking her eyes off. She was completely indifferent to his injury.

Seeing this, Duan Ting felt a pang of frustration. “It’s going to take a while for them to stop up there. We can’t help, but you think watching will make the King win immediately? I’m a patient here, can’t you even take a glance?”

“It’s a minor injury; you won’t die.”

“……”

Duan Ting felt a deep sense of desolation.

As for the two on the roof, they really couldn’t be of any help.

Their combat abilities were not even in the same league, going up there would just make them cannon fodder.

This was the fourth time Feng Qingbai and the man had clashed.

Both in terms of martial arts and momentum, the two were evenly matched.

A hundred moves had passed, yet neither had stepped back as they usually would.

The battle intent was fierce.

“When are you two planning to stop?” Liu Yusheng rubbed her sore neck, speaking helplessly.

It had already been half an hour, and her neck was sore—weren’t those two getting tired?

For some reason, although the battle above was intense and murderous, watching it made her feel like she was watching children fighting over a toy.

Ever since Heilian appeared, she hadn’t felt worried, fearful, or anxious.

For some strange reason, she felt that Heilian didn’t have any killing intent.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have come alone.

“Hmph.” Heilian suddenly pulled back and glanced at the woman below with a helpless look in his eyes. With a flash, he disappeared.

“…” Feng Qingbai coldly watched the retreating figure, for the first time feeling a sense of defeat rising in his chest.

That cold ‘Hmph’ earlier made him feel like he had just been arguing with a petulant child.

It was incredibly ridiculous.

The two below, Duan Ting and Li Ruibai, were utterly dumbfounded.

What they had seen as a life-or-death battle, was all over with just one sentence from Liu Yusheng?

Were there really assassins in this world who were so inexplicably obedient?

“Miss Liu, what exactly is your relationship with that assassin?” Duan Ting asked with a stiff expression.

Liu Yusheng had no answer.

What relationship? She didn’t even know herself.

A savior? But it was he who saved her, Heilian didn’t owe her any favors.

As for knowing him… But she had never seen Heilian’s true face.

She didn’t even know why he was so obedient.

A perfectly good dinner had been inexplicably ruined.

Duan Ting had people send Li Ruibai away. The three of them still sat by the stone table, their faces solemn.

“What exactly was going on with that assassin?” Duan Ting asked. He had encountered assassinations before, but he had never come across anything like what just happened.

Before meeting Feng Qingbai, he had always been confident in his martial arts.

Now, he was beginning to feel that his knowledge was shallow.

Otherwise, how could meeting one person so easily shatter his confidence?

“Since he’s appeared in the capital, it won’t be long before something happens.” Feng Qingbai turned his head to look at the moonlight, his gaze dark and brooding.

“In a few days, the royal ancestral rites will take place. It seems your previous guess was right; he will definitely make a move that day,” Liu Yusheng said.

When they saw off the Merchant Guild, Feng Qingbai had expressed his concerns in the carriage, and it seemed his words had come true.

What exactly was Heilian planning?

What benefits does he gain by stirring up trouble among the nations like this?

Previously, she had guessed that he was seeking revenge against Feng Qingbai, but now, she was starting to have doubts.

If it were only targeting Feng Qingbai, causing trouble during the Beicang imperial memorial rites wouldn’t bring him any benefits.

The Beicang royal family would never suspect Feng Qingbai, because during the talks between the two nations, he had no reason to create trouble for himself.

No one was a fool.

“What exactly are you two talking about? Can someone please explain this to me?” Duan Ting wiped his face, feeling as if he wasn’t living in the same world as them.

How come he couldn’t understand a word they said?

He was, after all, a Prince of Beicang. Couldn’t they show him some respect?

Feng Qingbai and Liu Yusheng exchanged a glance, then both looked at Duan Ting, and the look they gave him made his hair stand on end.

Definitely not good news!

“What are you planning to do?”

“What do you think would be the most effective way to cause chaos in Beicang?”

“……”

On September 6th was the royal ancestral memorial of Beicang.

The entire capital was under martial law, with heavy troops stationed along the streets, clearing pedestrians and even preventing the common people from gathering along the streets to watch.

They were determined to eliminate any potential threats as much as possible.

This time, the Emperor did not travel in the dragon sedan, but instead used a carriage like the other officials. The elite guard cleared the way in front, and elite cavalry closed the ranks behind.

Over a hundred officials, along with royal family members, were in dozens of carriages, slowly making their way through the streets of the capital, like a long dragon. It was impossible to tell who was in which carriage.

Feng Qingbai and Duan Ting were in the same carriage.

Watching the carriage safely leave the city and head towards the royal tomb, there was no sign of any unrest along the way.

“Four more miles, and after we climb that slope ahead, we’ll reach the royal tomb,” Duan Ting said lightly. “Inside are the ancestors of the Beicang royal family, and the tomb is guarded as heavily as the imperial palace. Do you really think anyone would challenge that level of difficulty and make a move inside the royal tomb? Is he crazy?”

Feng Qingbai gently closed his eyes and said nonchalantly, “He is crazy.”

That person acted in ways that defied all logic. If one tried to predict his actions based on the reasoning of ordinary people, they would undoubtedly fail.

Duan Ting muttered a curse under his breath, almost speechless. “Where did this madman come from?!”

The group had begun to climb the slope. Looking at the man next to him, whose face showed no emotion even with his eyes closed, Duan Ting’s expression grew more and more serious.

By the time the group safely passed the steep slope and stopped in front of the royal tomb, Duan Ting’s face was beyond just difficult to describe.

If the assassin had planned an ambush, the terrain of that steep slope would have been the perfect place. However, the enemy had not made a move there. This strongly suggested that Feng Qingbai was right.