Chapter 1110 – In the Nine Provinces and Four Seas, I Want 100% (Part Nine)
“To see Liu Xi? Who is your lord?”
Feng Yi’s eyes slightly closed, speaking in a calm voice. Even at such a young age, he exuded a certain composure like the stillness before a storm.
“I must see Liu Xi first. At the very least, I need to see Xu Ke. Confidential matters shouldn’t be spilled so easily. Why should I tell you, a wet-behind-the-ears brat?” Qin Gong felt a bit annoyed, realizing he had been outwitted by a half-grown youth.
Feng Yi remained calm, looking at Qin Gong with eyes that rippled with intent, “You’ve come to the city alone; the secret letter must be on you. If you insist on staying silent, we’ll throw you into the dungeon, and we’ll find it on you anyway. Whether you speak or not, it’s not up to you.”
Qin Gong nearly choked on his irritation.
This kid was not just a clever one, but an ancient monster in disguise!
Before Qin Gong could say a word, Feng Yi added, “Of course, if you can produce something to prove your identity, I might consider believing you.”
First, he provoked and irritated, then soothed gently—Feng Yi had mastered this sweet trap technique amazingly well.
He wasn’t deliberately making things hard for Qin Gong; it was just that Qin Gong’s movements were shifty, and his intentions unclear.
If he introduced Qin Gong blindly to Xu Ke and something went wrong, what then?
If Qin Gong was telling the truth, why the hesitation and vague answers on such matters?
Out of logic and feeling, Feng Yi needed clarity before making the next judgment.
Qin Gong replied, “I don’t have anything to prove my identity.”
He was afraid of falling into enemy hands, so aside from the secret letter given by Xu Fei, he hadn’t brought anything else.
As soon as Qin Gong finished his sentence, he noticed Feng Yi’s eyes narrowing with a knowing grin.
“Nothing? And you’re claiming you don’t have any suspicion? Deep down, do you believe that?”
Qin Gong turned red with suppressed anger, gritting his teeth. Just then, Feng Yi stood up, pretending to leave.
“Wait—You can’t go—”
Feng Yi turned back, “And I’m not going through your secret letter.”
Qin Gong: “…”
“I’ll pass on your matter to Xu Ke. You can just relax in the dungeon and wait for news.”
Qin Gong: “…”
He thought he could still salvage this!
Why was this little brat so tough to deal with? How hard was it to pass a message?
Besides, if Feng Yi didn’t deliver a message to Xu Ke, was he destined to sit in the dungeon indefinitely?
What if this delayed his lord’s affairs?
Before Qin Gong could voice his worries, Feng Yi seemed to read his thoughts.
“I’ll inform Xu Ke about this. If you truly are a messenger from some lord, if I don’t relay the message, wouldn’t the responsibility fall on me?”
Qin Gong’s face turned a deep shade of red.
“Then, I’ll wait for your news in the dungeon—”
Feng Yi smiled and nodded.
“Okay, sounds good.”
Qin Gong obediently went to the dungeon, staring longingly through the bars as Feng Yi left.
Once outside the dungeon, Feng Yi spotted a familiar figure crouching not far away.
She was shaking her head, muttering spells—it turned out to be today’s lessons taught by the teacher.
He chuckled softly, calling out from a distance, “Changsheng, you’ve skipped school again?”
The girl in the female student uniform of Golden Scales Academy turned around suddenly and dashed over to Feng Yi.
“I heard someone say you were locked up, so I came to bail you out. If Uncle Feng finds out you’ve gotten into trouble, he won’t let you off easy! I came here to save the day, and yet you’re calling it skipping school,” Changsheng explained, “I did ask for leave from the teacher.”
Feng Yi’s smile faltered slightly as he huffed out a roasted chestnut at her.
“Do you know what rumors are? I just escorted someone into the dungeon; how did it turn into me being imprisoned?”
Changsheng pouted, “What did that person do wrong?”
Anyone Feng Yi personally sent to the dungeon wasn’t just any old person.
Feng Yi briefly explained, and Changsheng tilted her head, blinking in confusion, “Is this person’s head made of wood or something? You have to inform Xu Ke, but he doesn’t necessarily have to stay in jail, he could wait outside for news too.”
Feng Yi couldn’t help but chuckle, “His head is indeed a little thick, but he’s thick-headed in a cute way. From the way he looks and acts, he’s clearly a trained fighter. He carries a faint bloodthirsty aura; I’ve only seen that in a handful of the officers. Such a person usually has a fiery temper, but when faced with my trickery, not only was he not angry, he willingly fell into the trap—how unexpectedly charming.”
Changsheng made a disgusted noise, “Feng Xiaoge, you’re getting worse at bullying people, especially the honest ones.”
Bullying was one thing, but tricking him into sitting in the dungeon—how much hatred was between them?
“At least I’ve never bullied you,” Feng Yi pinched Changsheng’s nose, “I barely have enough time to coax you.”
He could handle others, but messing with her would lead to endless trouble.
Feng Yi went to find Xu Ke, bringing Changsheng back to the residence along the way.
“Go back and do your homework; when I return to check, if you’ve made mistakes, you’ll have to squat and copy it out.”
Changsheng pouted, muttering, “So that’s your way of not bullying me—”
Clearly, she was the one who got bullied the most!
Having her studies monitored stricter than her dad’s; if she didn’t do well, she had to squat and write out her mistakes.
When Xu Ke heard Feng Yi was asking for him for an urgent matter, he felt amused.
“I wonder what it is—let him in.”
“Xu Ke, today I found someone with suspicious movements, claiming to be a messenger dispatched by other lords. But when I asked who his lord was, he was vague,” Feng Yi whispered, recounting the whole thing about Qin Gong without any omission.
Xu Ke’s steady visage cracked a slight smile.
“You little rascal, encountering you must be bad luck for him.”
Feng Yi disagreed, saying, “That person has decent martial skills; if I hadn’t tricked him into the dungeon, it wouldn’t have been safe.”
“Anyone willing to be tricked into a dungeon by you isn’t likely to be a villain,” Xu Ke countered.
After all, not everyone could be so clueless.
Xu Ke called for someone to bring Qin Gong out from the dungeon.
Having spent nearly half an hour in the dungeon, Qin Gong felt he had picked up an unpleasant stench.
“Thank you—”
Meeting Xu Ke, Qin Gong was overwhelmed with gratitude, quickly discarding any lingering doubts about Feng Yi, finding him rather endearing.
Feng Yi nodded back with a smile.
The ensuing conversation involved secrets, not suitable for him to overhear.
Xu Ke asked Qin Gong, “Who is your lord?”
Facing Xu Ke, Qin Gong didn’t hold back, “My lord is Xu Fei, and I’ve been sent by the commander Qin Gong to deliver a secret letter to Liu Xi.”
He’s actually from Xu Fei’s faction?
Xu Ke momentarily lost his train of thought, recalling what Jiang Pengji had said a while back.
Soon, a messenger from Xu Fei would arrive in Wanzhou, so he should take heed.
Surely, the messenger mentioned by the lord was this very person in front of him?
“Where is the secret letter?”
Qin Gong hesitated before saying, “My lord specifically instructed that I must deliver it personally to Liu Xi—”
