Chapter 1270: King Songs Prompt Arrival! (1/2)

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

After being 'reminded' by Li Linfu, the First Prince immediately had a 'realization'.

”Lord Prime Minister is right. Imperial Uncle, we will leave first. You may come at a later time!”

With these words, the First Prince pulled on the reins of his horse and rode away.

”Your Highness King Song, I will leave first with the First Prince then,” Li Linfu genially said, a warm smile on his face. With a sweep of his sleeve, he walked past King Song and away.

King Song gazed in apprehension at their backs, then he turned back to Wang Chong and softly sighed in relief. He and Zhangchou Jianqiong had learned the news a little late, and the First Prince and Li Linfu had arrived far before they had. Thankfully, nothing had happened to Wang Chong.

”King Qi, your injuries do not seem light. You should go back and rest up. This king has other matters and will take his leave first.”

Wang Chong shot a glance at King Qi before walking off toward King Song. Behind him, King Qi was trembling in rage, his face frighteningly dark.

Everyone boarded King Song's carriage and departed from the Penal Court.

Once King Song, Wang Chong, and Zhangchou Jianqiong were all seated in the carriage, King Song spoke up.

”How is it? Are you okay?”

”I'm fine.”

Wang Chong shook his head.

”It's not that easy for King Qi to deal with me.”

”This matter truly is rather strange. It's fine if King Qi came when you forced your way into the Penal Court. After all, that is his territory. However, even the First Prince and the Prime Minister came. This was no small matter. Fortunately, you were incredibly quick-witted and didn't leave them anything that they could use,” King Song said.

”True! The First Prince and Li Linfu clearly had a plan when they came. When King Song and I were coming, we had broken out in a cold sweat!” Zhangchou Jianqiong added.

Upon learning that the First Prince and the Prime Minister had both appeared at the Penal Court, even Zhangchou Jianqiong was left dumbstruck. This was also why he had rushed over with King Song.

”This matter isn't that simple!”

Wang Chong's reaction was much calmer and more cool-headed.

”The arrival of King Qi, the First Prince, and the Prime Minister is entirely linked to the arrest of Zhao Qianqiu and the development in the Three Great Training Camps. They arrived soon after I came to the Penal Court, which can't be a coincidence. It seems more like the result of someone's meticulous plan. King Qi doesn't have this sort of ability, while the Prime Minister is smooth and furtive and would never so easily reveal his abilities. He does have the power, but it definitely can't be him this time. As for the First Prince, that's even more impossible!”

Wang Chong's eyes shone with a profound light, and he seemed to be able to stare into the depths of spacetime.

”So, Wang Chong, you're saying that this was the work of the Confucian Sect and that young man called Li Junxian?”

King Song immediately understood what Wang Chong was saying.

”Mm. He's the only possibility!”

Wang Chong firmly nodded. Only this could explain everything. Although his adversary was still young, he was the strongest opponent Wang Chong had ever encountered. His attacks came in wave after wave, giving him no chance to breathe.

Buzz!

King Song and Zhangchou Jianqiong exchanged a glance, their hearts sinking.

After bidding farewell to King Song and Zhangchou Jianqiong, Wang Chong disembarked from the carriage and returned home.

……

Flap flap!

As Wang Chong was making his way back to his home, a carrier pigeon flew through the sky and landed in a restaurant in the western part of the capital.

All three floors of this restaurant were quiet and secluded. West Wind Pavilion valued the elegance and refreshment one felt when admiring the landscape. Here, one could enjoy the view of the plum blossom trees planted along the river.

Every day, many scholars and literati would gather here to drink wine while admiring the plum blossoms.

But at this moment, West Wind Pavilion was deserted, utterly silent. From the main gate hung a placard that only said 'Closed'. But at this moment, a white-robed young man was sitting on the third floor, drinking wine and enjoying the plum blossoms alone.