Chapter 220: Chapter 219: Gaining the Upper HandEunuch 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 became 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 me?"
The palace attendants were silent as cicadas in winter, their faces stiff, bodies trembling.
Some 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 same 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 become 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 same 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 moment, 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!
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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 messenger was not intercepted. By now, He Country should know about the coup in Beiqi."
So it was for this matter that he came.
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 somewhat 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!
"Somewhat 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 me grow stronger, he might even take advantage of the internal chaos in Beiqi to send troops. Therefore, the cooperation with Mengka 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 Mengka 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 medicine 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 met Sang Yan, he might have kept her by his side.
But he had met Sang Yan.
After returning to Beiqi, he often reminisced about their initial encounter, and each time, his heart flared like ignited flames.
She was the first to look at him.
She was the first to ask something of him.
She was the first to provoke him.
She knew foreign languages.
This foreign language was something 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 seemed 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 something had occurred to him, a fleeting smile appeared on his lips, as if he saw someone, his gaze carrying an almost obsessive tenderness.
"Yihuai, tell me, 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 name.
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 me 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 entanglement!
"Mr. Jiu—"
He wanted to throw cold water on him.
He had wanted countless times to make him see reality.
But looking at his face, lost in thoughts of her, he couldn’t speak for a long time.
Sang Yan was his calamity.
Whether he could overcome this calamity depended entirely on his own fate.