Chapter 459 - Troublemaker (1/2)

The cheat puckered his lips and wanted to protest. But he knew his protest would be invalid, so he dared not protest. He could only behave himself and take up the horsewhip and rush the carriage onwards and out of the city.

“What is your name?” Ling Chuxi asked.

“Jiang Wuhen. Did you guys not hear me earlier on?” said the cheat looking very disappointed. But he reckoned that anyone who had listened to all the t.i.tles he mentioned at the beginning would naturally neglect mention of his name at the end.

“It is a good name, right? When my father gave me this name, I boasted that he had given me a good name. Once you hear this name, you will know that this is the name of a genius who knows everything from the heavens above to the earth below and who is well versed in playing the qin, doing calligraphy and even painting, right?” Jiang Wuhen said triumphantly. It wasn’t a certain if Jiang Wuhen’s father had named him too late or if Jiang Wuhen was that sensible at such an early age, but according to logic, Jiang Wuhen should not have been able to boastof such a thing at that time. No matter which possibility it was, this Jiang Wuhen was certainly another weirdo.

“I only know that your writing is very… ugly,” said Ling Chuxi, giving him a blow without any mercy.

Jiang Wuhen pursed his mouth again and placed the banner that he used to make his living aside.

“Oh, right. I have not asked for both your names.” As he was driving the carriage, Jiang Wuhen forgot the blow he was dealt very quickly and threw it beyond the clouds and asked his pa.s.sengers their names.

“Chuxi,” said Ling Chuxi. “And Yichen,” answered Ling Yichen. They did not want to cause any further troubles.

“Chuxi and Yichen. Why are your names so familiar?” said Jiang Wuhen contemplatively.

“There are many people with the same names under the sky. Your name is the most popular. You are already the two hundred and fiftieth person I have met with the name Jiang Wuhen,” retorted Ling Chuxi with a face full of disdain.

“What? Two hundred and fifty? That many? Are you sure? No way!” wailed Jiang Wuhen with a look of hurt on his face.

“Less nonsense and more haste,” urged Ling Chuxi with a sneer.