Let's Squander A Billion First!-Chapter 507 - 507 Difficult to be a Hostage (2)
Chapter 507 -507 Difficult to be a Hostage (2) Chapter 507 -507 Difficult to be a Hostage (2) The status of a Hostage is somewhat awkward, yet he still bore the title of a Prince of Wei Country.
Moreover, Wei Country wasn’t incapable of defeating Jin Country.
It was simply because of internal affairs that he was sent here.
“Thirteenth Prince, I won’t engage in a senseless tussle with you, please follow me back,” the general said with an icy face, in a commanding tone.
He was powerless against him.
But there were others who could overpower him!
The general felt deeply disdainful in his heart.
Chuzheng nodded seriously: “Hmm, you make sense.”
The general: “??”
What makes sense?
Before the general could figure it out, the young master standing on the steps suddenly made his move… ah, not with his hands, but with his feet.
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The general was kicked back two steps.
The guards behind him steadied him.
The general touched his chest, it wasn’t particularly painful, but to think he, with his abilities, was kicked back so far by a weakling of a young master…
“Thirteenth Prince, what are you trying to do?” the general fumed with anger.
“Teaching a lesson to a dog that doesn’t recognize its betters,” Chuzheng said with his arms crossed: “The etiquette of Jin Country really is eye-opening.”
Dog…
This brat just called him a dog!
The general’s eyes blazed with fury: “It was you who ran first…”
“I ran?” Chuzheng’s eyes were calm as still water: “How can you prove that I intended to run?”
“…” The general gasped for breath: “You being here alone suggests that you intended to run.”
“Oh.”
Then I’ll run for you to see.
Whoosh—
Chuzheng effortlessly drew the sword of a nearby soldier and slashed towards the general.
Clang!
Metal clashed against metal.
The general’s sword blocked Chuzheng’s descending blade.
“Thirteenth Prince!!”
Chuzheng looked at him expressionlessly, the sword in his hand sliding, emitting a grating noise.
The general instinctively tried to block, but who would have thought Chuzheng would kick at him.
The general was sent flying by the kick, and the soldiers behind him failed to catch him, all crashing to the ground together.
The general: “…”
If you use a sword, use a sword, why kick!
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Chuzheng returned to the place where he originally lived, on the outskirts of the Imperial Palace of Jin Country, a very remote area.
Despite its outward appearance, the interior was so simple that Chuzheng doubted it was part of the Imperial Palace of Jin Country.
Just as Chuzheng entered, someone lifted the curtain nearby and looked out: “The Thirteenth Prince is back.”
He came out from behind the curtain, utterly devoid of respect, looking down at her with his nose in the air: “You’ve come back quite late, your meal has been cleared away.”
The original host brought along a close attendant when he came to Jin Country.
Unfortunately, within half a year of arriving in Jin Country, that person passed away due to illness.
Now, the person serving by his side was dispatched by Jin Country.
Jin Country never respected him as a Hostage, and the attendants would also take the opportunity to trample on him.
Like this Little Eunuch named Xiao Shanzi in front of him.
Chuzheng’s gaze lingered on him for only a second: “Did you eat it, or was it cleared away?”
Xiao Shanzi was taken aback.
A person who normally wouldn’t dare to fart, how come today he dared to question him?
But Xiao Shanzi was not afraid.
“Thirteenth Prince, what are you saying? How would I dare do such a thing, it was naturally cleared away,” Xiao Shanzi said with a snide smile: “Next time, if the Thirteenth Prince needs it, please return earlier.”
“What did you call me?”
“Thirteenth Prince, ah.” Xiao Shanzi looked at the person in front of him strangely.
Suddenly, he felt a chill in his heart.
He had the vague feeling that something was different…
Chuzheng’s peripheral vision swept over him: “You still know that I am the Thirteenth Prince?”
Those eyes were as cold as ice.
Xiao Shanzi unconsciously took a step back.
After retreating, he then realized.
He had actually been frightened by the gaze of a Hostage.
At this thought, Xiao Shanzi straightened his spine: “Thirteenth Prince, just because I call you a prince, do you really think you’re some lofty prince? This is Jin Country, you’re nothing more than a Hostage… ah…”
Xiao Shanzi stumbled from Chuzheng’s strike and collided with a nearby pillar.
When Xiao Shanzi touched his forehead—
His hand came away covered in blood.
“You… you dare hit me?”
“I am the master, you are the servant, even if I kill you, could the Emperor of Jin execute me?” Chuzheng’s tone was cold and indifferent.
Xiao Shanzi: “…”
No, he wouldn’t.
A chill suddenly rose in the pit of Xiao Shanzi’s stomach.
Of course, the Emperor of Jin would not kill him, for if he died, Wei Country would surely take the opportunity to exert its influence.
Although Jin Country had gained a slight upper hand years ago, Wei Country had been growing stronger over the past year; it wasn’t clear who would win or lose in the end.
So the Thirteenth Prince of Wei Country could not die.
Even if he killed a serving eunuch.
Xiao Shanzi quickly knelt down: “Thirteenth Prince, Xiao Shanzi knows his mistake.”
Chuzheng’s voice was chillingly cool: “Stay kneeling.”
Xiao Shanzi: “…”
Xiao Shanzi stared at Chuzheng’s retreating figure, somewhat at a loss.
Going out for a bit, what was it that had possessed him like a demon?
After all, Xiao Shanzi dared not move.
Just now, the look in Chuzheng’s eyes had caused his back to break out in a cold sweat.
Xiao Shanzi did not know how long he had been kneeling when suddenly soldiers charged in.
“Where is the Prince of Wei Country?”
A light flashed in Xiao Shanzi’s eyes as he got up from the ground: “Inside, what happened?”
The soldiers pushed him aside and went straight inside to fetch someone.
Watching Chuzheng leave with the group of soldiers, Xiao Shanzi’s face revealed a smile that enjoyed the misfortune of others.
He definitely must have committed some offense outside!
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Imperial Palace.
The general knelt on the ground, forehead swollen with a large lump, looking extremely comical.
The soldiers kneeling behind him also looked rather pitiful.
The Emperor of Jin sat majestically on the dragon throne.
“The Prince of Wei Country arrives—”
Chuzheng walked slowly into the resplendent hall, his movement agitating the air around him, wrapped in a self-confident and flamboyant aura.
The moment he entered, he became the focus.
As jade among men, unparalleled among peers.
No description could be more fitting for him.
Chuzheng clasped his hands in salute, his tone neither salty nor bland: “Your Majesty.”
The Emperor of Jin narrowed his eyes, his sharp gaze landing on her, his voice deep: “What has happened to the Thirteenth Prince?”
The change in Chuzheng was all too apparent.
The Emperor of Jin could see it at a glance.
Especially after these people had come to report a complaint.
Claiming that the Prince of Wei Country not only intended to escape but also injured them.
How could the Emperor of Jin not be clear that this Thirteenth Prince, who had no martial skills, could injure soldiers trained in combat?
“What is Your Majesty implying?” Chuzheng looked up to meet the Emperor of Jin’s gaze, neither servile nor overbearing.
The Emperor of Jin: “The Thirteenth Prince is quite different from before.”
Chuzheng: “So?”
The Emperor of Jin’s expression froze for a moment: “Why has the Thirteenth Prince suddenly changed so drastically?”
“Which law states that I cannot change my temperament and preferences?” I’ll change however I wish, does that bother you?! Meddlesome much!
The Emperor of Jin was taken aback once again.
Although there was no such rule.
But such a drastic change, if not a swap, then it must be possession…
Whoever replaced him would be careful to mimic closely, not daring to be so conspicuous,
So it must be possession…
Chuzheng interrupted the Emperor of Jin’s wild conjectures: “Did Your Majesty call me here today just to ask about this matter?”
The Emperor of Jin’s complexion clearly worsened: “I heard that the Thirteenth Prince wanted to escape?”
“Am I not standing right here?” Nonsense!
“Intended to escape.” The Emperor of Jin emphasized the words.
“No, not at all.” Chuzheng denied promptly: “Don’t talk nonsense.”
Chuzheng had only returned to her residence, yet the Emperor of Jin insisted she intended to escape, which seemed quite unreasonable.
