Chapter 63 (1/2)

Chapter 63: The Ability to Make Money

“Huh? What kind of situation?” asked Hong Xiaobao with his eyes wide. Quickly pulling Zhao Four to the dining table, he asked them to set the food up and said, “Quick, quick! Let’s all eat together while hearing the story!”

The table was laden with all kinds of delicious food and wine that was fit for immortals!

“Ah?! Your Highness, we can’t do that!” Zhao Four and the rest of the guards were startled. “Your subordinate is only a lowly guard, it’s definitely stepping out of our place to eat together with Your Highness on the same table! And…” Zhao Four looked at Fang Xinghan and said, “Head Teacher Fang is also here. Your subordinates are unwilling to dishonor an honored guest like him!”

It’s no wonder they didn’t dare to eat on the same table. Hong Xiaobao was the ninth prince while Fang Xinghan was the exalted Head Teacher of the Saint Academy while they were only lowly guards. The difference in rank was far too wide. It was already an honor for them to be able to serve these exalted figures, how would they even dare to dream about eating with them on the same table?

However, Hong Xiaobao was a person who has never flaunted his status and still managed to please the emperor and gain the favor of the empire’s citizens. Without a word, he pressed Zhao Four and the others on to their seats and said, “If I say you can, you can. Don’t give me that c.r.a.p. Uncle Fang is not that kind of narrow-minded person you think he is. Come and sit. Let’s eat together!” Seeing the rowdy gang, Qingqing couldn’t help but giggle. This ninth prince is indeed quite the interesting person, she thought.

Fang Xinghan also smiled and said, “Since Your Highness has already said so much, you guys should just do as he says. I am not someone who judges people based on their status.” The guards could only obey since both of them gave their consent.

Zhao Four and the rest sat on the bench with their face red with grat.i.tude. Ever since serving under the ninth prince, they were willing to offer their lives for him without a word so they were relieved that they were ‘ordered’ to sit together with the prince. Zhao Four poured Fang Xinghan a cup of wine before saying, “When we were buying the food, two young men started fighting near the streets where we were at. We couldn’t recognize the first one who looked around 21 years old while the other one was a disciple of the Thunder Sound Pavilion. We really couldn’t figure out why they didn’t leave Chijing City before breaking into a fight.”

These guards were not educated much, so the way they described things were not that detailed. To summarize, they said that the first unrecognizable youth won the battle and the Thunder Sound Pavilion disciple cursed at him and vowed that he would one day make the winner pay.

Usually, when people from the Jiang Hu engaged in battles, the result would be extremely dangerous and catastrophic. However, the guards described the situation rather plainly so Hong Xiaobao shook his head and said, “Sigh, this won’t do… Oh, let me ask you first. Do you know the names of either of them?”

“Huh? Name?” Zhao Four gave it some thought before saying, “The one whom we don’t recognize is called Su Zhan while the Thunder Sound Pavilion disciple is called Deng Yanming. Um, those were their names alright.”

Qingqing and Fang Xinghan were intrigued at how Hong Xiaobao asked about their names rather than getting the guards to clarify what they had just said. “Brother Xiaobao, why did you ask about their names? It’s not all that uncommon for two young martial artists to start fighting, right?” asked Qingqing.

“That’s right,” said Fang Xinghan, “they’re only in their early twenties so they should only be at the 2-star rank even if they were talented. It shouldn’t be anything serious, right?”

Even though Ye Jinning was considered a genius, he was only a 2-star martial artist at the age of 19.

This Su Zhan and Deng Yanming who the guards have mentioned were already in their early twenties and wouldn’t usually be 3-star martial artists. Fights between 2-star martial artists usually weren’t problematic and was even entertaining to watch.

However, Hong Xiaobao shook his head and laughed. “That’s definitely not the case! Think about it, wouldn’t this make a good story for the Jiang Hu Stories? We’re supposed to report all sorts of conflict and fights between those of the Jiang Hu, right? Otherwise, who would want to read our newspaper?”