TRWSB – Chapter 30 Qi Shaorong Arrives in the Imperial Capital

“If the young master goes to Sky Blue Academy, he’ll be able to meet Yi Fan,” Qi Heng remarked.

While Yi Huo and Yi Bing were attending the Royal Academy, Yi Fan had been sent by Yi Xun to the special class at Sky Blue Academy. The special class was essentially for those who had given up on serious study and training. Normally, members of prestigious families only ended up in the special class as a last resort, since those who graduated from it were generally looked down upon.

“Young master, what are your plans?”

“How did the situation in the countryside get handled?” Qi Shaorong asked.

“Ting Xuan found someone to impersonate you. The carriage should be nearing the capital now, so you should find an opportunity to replace that person,” Qi Heng reported.

Qi Shaorong frowned. “What a hassle!”

Qi Heng observed Qi Shaorong’s expression and said, “Young master, after all, you are still part of the Qi family.”

“Indeed,” Qi Shaorong sighed, closing his eyes. Having reincarnated into this person’s body, he realized the inescapable fate tied to the Qi family.

“I’ll switch out with the decoy tonight,” Qi Shaorong decided. “If anyone asks about the Evil Doctor, just say I’ve gone out to work as a traveling healer.”

Qi Heng nodded. “Understood.”

At the Zhuang household.

“Big Brother, did you hear? Qi Shaorong is arriving in the capital,” Zhuang Qian said excitedly, his eyes shining.

Zhuang Hao looked at his enthusiastic younger brother and replied, “So what if Qi Shaorong is coming to the capital? It’s no big deal. He’s originally from here anyway. Returning home is nothing extraordinary.”

“Aren’t you curious to see your fiancée?” Zhuang Qian teased.

Zhuang Hao corrected him, “Ex-fiancée.”

Zhuang Qian scrutinized Zhuang Hao. “Are you avoiding suspicion, Big Brother?”

“Avoiding what suspicion?” Zhuang Hao asked.

Zhuang Qian smirked. “You like the Evil Doctor! So you don’t want him to misunderstand.”

Zhuang Hao clenched his fist and retorted, “Who told you I like the Evil Doctor?!”

Zhuang Qian blinked and replied, “No one had to tell me. It’s written all over your face.”

Zhuang Hao turned away, a faint blush spreading across his face. “Stop making things up.”

Ignoring Zhuang Hao’s awkward denial, Zhuang Qian said, “Big Brother, the Evil Doctor is already seventy years old.”

“Rubbish! The Evil Doctor says he’s eternally eighteen,” Zhuang Hao shot back.

Zhuang Qian was speechless. Judging by his brother’s reaction, it seemed Zhuang Hao really did like the Evil Doctor.

“But Big Brother, it doesn’t seem like the Evil Doctor likes you much,” Zhuang Qian pointed out.

Zhuang Hao glared at him. “Do you really think he doesn’t like me?”

Zhuang Qian nodded firmly. “Yes!”

Zhuang Hao fell silent. “…”

“Enough about that. Are you really not planning to see Qi Shaorong?” Zhuang Qian asked.

Zhuang Hao shook his head. “No, I’m not going.”

Zhuang Qian’s eyes gleamed mischievously. “If you’re not going, then I will!”

Shen Yuan and Zhuang Qian sat across from each other at a tavern.

Shen Yuan looked at Zhuang Qian and asked, “Why are you so interested in Qi Shaorong?”

“The Evil Doctor says Qi Shaorong is good-looking, and that peculiar friend of his claims Qi Shaorong is an unparalleled beauty,” Zhuang Qian replied.

Shen Yuan was taken aback. “That’s just their weird sense of aesthetics. I’m telling you, he’s nothing but a freak.”

“One person having a strange sense of beauty is one thing, but two of them?” Zhuang Qian argued.

Shen Yuan was speechless. “…”

Several carriages pulled by blood-red dragon horses passed by the tavern, and Zhuang Qian jumped to his feet in excitement. “They’re here!”

Zhuang Qian leaned over the railing, eager to catch a glimpse of the person inside. As if sensing his excitement, someone inside one of the carriages lifted the curtain and glanced up at the tavern.

Zhuang Qian grabbed Shen Yuan. “Is that Qi Shaorong? He looks a bit like Qi Shaofu, but much more attractive.”

Shen Yuan stared at the refined, elegant young man in the carriage and was momentarily stunned. “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know? Weren’t you confidently claiming that Qi Shaorong was ugly?” Zhuang Qian pressed.

Shen Yuan sighed. “At that time, he was wearing such thick makeup—like a monkey’s bottom—that I couldn’t even see his real face.”

Zhuang Qian let out a small “Oh” and added, “He’s coming up.”