TFWYH – Chapter 755 Imperial Preceptor Ling Shang

The envoys from both nations had their own little schemes.

They had even sent people to keep watch more than ten li outside the capital, hoping to make contact with the Feng Kingdom’s delegation before the Celestial Empire did and perhaps form some kind of alliance.

The only problem was…

When exactly were the people from the Feng Kingdom going to arrive?

One day, two days…

Ten days passed, and there was still no sign of the Feng envoys.

The people stationed there grew increasingly frustrated.

The princes and princesses of both nations also felt that the Feng Kingdom was putting on far too much airs.

But recalling the legendary might of the Feng Kingdom, they could only grit their teeth and continue waiting.

Ali Zhuo even thought that having a grand attitude was a good thing—the greater the arrogance, the greater the confidence behind it.

If he could somehow sow discord between the Celestial Empire and the Feng Kingdom, that would be absolutely perfect.

Therefore…

“No matter what, keep your eyes open for me. Not for a single moment may you relax. The instant you discover the Feng envoys, you must ride back at full speed and report to this prince immediately.”

The brother and sister from the Northern Frontier gave their subordinates identical orders.

For the sake of waiting for the Feng delegation, they even stopped going out sightseeing, practically wishing they could stand guard with spears in hand themselves.

Inside the palace, the emperor—who had been using the Dragon Shadow Guards to monitor their every move—could only sneer.

Trying to drive a wedge between the Celestial Empire and the Feng Kingdom? You fools probably don’t even know that my granddaughter-in-law is the Crown Princess of the Feng Kingdom!

With a bond forged in iron like that, how could anyone possibly drive them apart?

Fine.

If they wanted to wait, then let them wait.

The emperor simply turned a blind eye, treating them like monkeys jumping around for amusement.

After more than half a month, the Feng envoys finally arrived.

The National Preceptor, accompanied by Tang Hongba, Tang Tianyang, and the practically invisible Fourth Prince, at last reached the capital.

As for Tang Tiansheng, since Qin Suyun was still observing her postpartum confinement, he had remained with her in Xiangxi Town.

When Ling Shang’s group arrived ten li outside the capital, the princes and princesses of both nations immediately received the news.

Both parties were invigorated. They promptly dressed themselves up and prepared to meet the Feng delegation and gauge their attitude.

Thus, as soon as Ling Shang and his companions entered the city gates, Ali Zhuo—who had been waiting there all along—immediately approached with a perfect smile.

“You must be the envoys from the Feng Kingdom. I’ve long admired your reputation. I am Ali Zhuo, Third Prince of the Southern Barbarians.”

Ling Shang raised an eyebrow slightly and nodded.

“Hello.”

And then…

That was it.

Normally, when meeting for the first time, people introduced themselves and exchanged formalities.

But Ling Shang’s attitude…

Ali Zhuo’s smile stiffened. Nevertheless, he quickly composed himself.

“And you are…?”

“You don’t even know who I am, yet you still came up to strike up a conversation. Impressive.”

Your skin must be incredibly thick.

Ali Zhuo understood immediately, and his expression darkened.

But…

These people were from the Feng Kingdom. The Feng Kingdom…

He couldn’t lose his temper!

Forcing a smile, Ali Zhuo continued,

“Aren’t we getting acquainted right now? My greatest hobby is making friends. After all, the more friends one has, the more paths are open to him.”

“If you want to make friends, perhaps you should first learn to speak proper Central Plains dialect. To be honest, listening to you talk makes me want to laugh.”

By the end of his sentence, Ling Shang actually did laugh.

The beauty of his face was like flawless jade; his smile resembled the warmth and vitality of spring in full bloom.

But Ali Zhuo had no mood to appreciate it.

This so-called envoy simply refused to give him any respect.

He was merely a ministerial envoy, while Ali Zhuo was a prince!

In his mind, the fact that he had lowered himself to come and extend goodwill should have earned him gratitude and deference.

Yet Ling Shang not only failed to flatter him, but instead mocked him with veiled insults and barbed remarks.

Ali Zhuo had never been a patient man.

After being slighted again and again, his face finally darkened completely.

“This friend,” he said coldly, “aren’t you going a bit too far?”