NovelEnglishSince the new Emperor’s methods were so brutal, the peace between the Song Empire and the Great Lin Empire would inevitably be broken.
Lin Feilu was even more uneasy as she was worried about Song Jinglan’s safety. She tried to comfort herself, with Ji Liang by his side, nothing would happen to him, right?
Lin Ting asked, “With how strong he is, do you know who this new Emperor of the Song Empire is?”
The man sighed, “Now that we talk about it, it’s even more strange— it’s none other than the captive 7th Prince that was sent to our Great Lin Empire, the one called Song Jinglan. Don’t you think it’s pretty funny?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLin Feilu, who was frantically worrying, “?”
What happened in less than a year???
When did Little Pretty Boy become such a devil? Was this the same boy I knew, or is this a vicious Prince with the same name as Pretty Boy?
Not only Lin Feilu was stunned, but Lin Ting was also shocked. He was one of the few people in the Great Lin Empire’s Palace who had not insulted Song Jinglan. Although the two didn’t have many interactions, they were courteous every time they met. His impression of Song Jinglan had always been gentle and elegant.
Was it an illusion?
This man had been dormant in the Great Lin Empire for many years without making a sound, but he was able to win the battle for succession within a year after returning to his country. It could be seen that he not only had effective methods, but he was also capable of strategizing and concocting schemes and ploys. It seemed like his meek performance while he was captive in the Great Lin Empire turned out to be nothing but an act.
Now that he was the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, he would use iron and blood to rectify the country after taking the throne. It would be completely different from the previous Song Emperor, who was merely obsessed with beauty. The weak Song Empire would probably rise again.
The other diners that were around them were shocked that they remained speechless for a moment. The man who provided them with the information smugly smiled, proud that he was the one that conveyed the information and knew about it before anyone else did.
He took a peanut with chopsticks and put it in his mouth as he shook his head and sighed, “Let the tiger return to the mountain(1).”
(T/N: It means to send a powerful person with bad intentions, or who had the potential to pose a threat, back to where they came from)
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmLin Feilu slowly recovered from her disbelief and turned to look at Lin Ting.
Lin Ting sighed and whispered, “Let’s eat first.”
Lin Feilu no longer had the appetite.
Lin Feilu only had two sips of hot tea. No longer in the mood to even buy some new clothes, she directly returned to her room to rest.
She took a bath and went to bed as soon as it got dark. Once she closed her eyes, the only memory that flashed in her mind was the night they parted in late autumn last year.
By then, she had realized that Little Pretty Boy was slightly different from usual.
Whether it was his fingers pinching the back of her neck or the coldness that seemed to flash in his eyes, he no longer resembled the gentle Highness she once knew.
It’s not that she didn’t know about his plans. It was just that she didn’t want to be involved in the conspiracy disputes of the ancient eras. Hence, she would rather pretend she knew nothing about it and go about her daily life.
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