Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 420 - 93. Gathering is for Parting (4000 words) (2/2)

The banquet at the Imperial Family’s private residence quickly drew to a close.

At least, for some people, the day’s banquet had already lost the expectations originally bestowed upon it.

During the event, Li Changxing only made a brief appearance before hastily departing.

Before leaving, he glanced in Wang Anfeng’s direction.

The latter was speaking to Xue Qinshuang, his body turned to the side, unaware of Li Changxing’s gaze and without turning back. Although the banquet was private and not bound by many formalities, Wang Anfeng’s and Xue Qinshuang’s actions were too conspicuous to ignore, especially when many from the noble clans respectfully watched him.

The corners of the young man’s mouth twitched slightly.

If it weren’t for the presence of so many watchful eyes, he would almost have lost his composure. Managing to maintain a stern face, he narrowly preserved the royal dignity, cursing silently to himself.

Slave to his desires...

He had wanted to have a private conversation with Wang Anfeng, but seeing him now still provoked a slight envy and a touch of jealousy, knowing that the shock he had suffered over the past two days was somewhat overwhelming. As a result, he had to let the matter go, casting a glance at Wang Anfeng and Xue Qinshuang before turning to leave.

His steps quickened a little.

The smiling Great Eunuch followed behind Li Changxing, also abandoning his original plan to approach and get acquainted with Wang Anfeng.

No matter what intent Lin Zizai might have, in the end, his words were not misguided; the Supreme Former Emperor was still alive, and although aged, he was spirited and vigorous as a tiger.

At this time, it was not appropriate to expose the Great Marshal’s secret heir.

With these thoughts, a sense of oppression inevitably followed.

Seeing Li Changxing quicken his pace, he passed a courtyard. As he turned, he kicked a pebble aside. Several maids approached not far away, their bodies stiffening, and with a light cough, they slightly raised their chins, pretending nothing had happened.

Li Sheng couldn’t help but laugh inwardly.

He knew that, although His Highness had been taught by various masters and learned the principles of the Bai Family, he often acted maturely. Yet at the end of the day, he was still just an eleven-year-old child. The banquet was a grand event, but it failed to fulfill his wishes, revealing some youthful petulance.

Feeling somewhat burdened, a turmoil of thoughts in his heart gave rise to another idea.

If the Emperor knew that the Great Marshal still had a living heir, how delighted he would be...

At that moment, His Highness would have to call the guardian of the archives "Uncle Shouyi."

Imagining the slightly awkward young prince bowing respectfully to the rather unrestrained Shouyi and addressing him as "Uncle," Li Sheng, a tall man approaching his fifties with a tiger-like smile, felt his solemn heart lighten with a sense of relaxed anticipation.

Meanwhile, others who had been harboring thoughts about Wang Anfeng also had to restrain their intentions.

Wang Anfeng had clearly been at odds with Mr. Lin earlier. In the past twenty years, he was probably the first to publicly spill the gentleman’s wine on the ground. People from the noble clans, despite relying on their family backgrounds, had far too many considerations in their conduct and manners to risk offending Mr. Lin to ingratiate themselves with Wang Anfeng.

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As for those intending to seduce with beauty,

One need only glance at the girl beside the young man, her brows soaring and as dazzling as the sun, to feel utterly ashamed. Stopping many steps away, they dared not approach any further, ultimately letting the pair leave without succeeding in their original plans to strike up a conversation.

............

"Miss Xue..."

After Wang Anfeng and his party left the Imperial Family’s private residence, and without taking a carriage, they walked side by side. He opened his mouth, wanting to address her more affectionately, but felt he couldn’t bring himself to do it. It remained the formal salutation of two years prior, though he unconsciously softened his tone a great deal and said,

"Now that you are back today, will you be staying for a while?"

Xue Qinshuang’s steps were light, and walking beside Wang Anfeng, she glanced at him and smiled, saying,

"I cannot stay for long.

"There are matters at the clan, and perhaps as soon as tomorrow, I will have to leave."

Wang Anfeng thought of what Yan Ling had said, about matters concerning the Noble Clan’s secret place, and he nodded slightly, saying,

"Then it is indeed important business, not to be delayed.

"That being the case, have you found a place to stay? Are you in an inn, or..."

Xue Qinshuang’s grandmother wasn’t walking side by side with the two of them, but followed about thirty feet behind, closely watching. Although she was aged, in her youth she too had been a female martial artist, one who would ride swiftly and wield a longsword righteously. Her qinggong was profound, and she would not be left behind by the two in front.

A middle-aged man followed behind her.

Dressed in black, his complexion slightly pale as if he had been injured, his breath was unsteady.

Wang Anfeng and Xue Qinshuang’s quiet conversation was not deliberately concealed, and with his martial arts-acquired hearing, he could understand everything clearly. His expression changed subtly; he was sent from the eastern Xue Family to bring Xue Qinshuang back – one of the skilled fighters they dispatched, his injury having been inflicted under her exceedingly pure and Plain Sword technique.

He knew what kind of bitter battles Xue Qinshuang had previously endured.

Martial Artists trained by the family were destined to deliver lethal blows, and even when holding back, injuries were inevitable. Even now, he could confirm that the young lady in front had more than three wounds.

It was precisely because he was acutely aware of this that his curiosity grew.

The third lady, despite defying the family’s orders, and even crossing swords with the Martial Artists sent by her clan, received her injuries but still managed to fight for the opportunity to return just to have a glance and share some words before leaving once more?

And that other young man, he too had fought his way through the hundred levels of the Fu Character Tower.