Chapter Thirty-Three: The King of Southern Qing

  Murong Yi's mind was filled with doubts, according to what she knew, Murong Chen would send her to the Nanqing King's mansion in a few days. So, why did the Nanqing King come to the Prime Minister's mansion to see her now? A rumor had it that he was extremely cruel and sinister, with a gentle appearance, but what kind of thoughts did he harbor? Was it really because of her face, which was said to be the most beautiful in the country of Wang Yue, that he wanted... to collect her?

  "Miss? The King of Nanqing is waiting now. If Miss delays, I'm afraid the King of Nanqing will get angry." The maid reminded aloud. Looking at Murong Yitian, she also felt a little unbearable and sympathetic. Everyone in the world knows what kind of ruthless person the King of Nanqing is. How many women who followed the King of Nanqing had good results?

  "Uh-huh." Murong Yi nodded and followed the maid to the front yard. Let her take a good look at this King of Nanqing!

  The breeze blows gently, and the surrounding air flows warmly, as if it were still.

  It seems as if anywhere in the world, as long as there is a man in front of you, it will become warm and quiet.

  Helan Ting's face was stunningly beautiful, but his expression was solemn and condensed. This was the first time he had met Chu Ming face to face, having only heard of him before. In terms of appearance, the Chu Ming in front of him couldn't compare to Helan Ting's dazzling beauty, but Chu Ming had a unique, otherworldly elegance that set him apart from the rest. His ethereal and refined features were unmatched in this world, and his extraordinary aura was something that only Chu Ming could possess naturally.

  He Lan Ting's deep, dark eyes flashed with a strange light as he felt an inexplicable sense of disgust. Chu Meng was respected by many in the Chu Hua country, and as far as He Lan Ting knew, although Chu Meng was blind, he had never killed anyone for power, instead earning respect through his virtue. In front of Chu Meng, He Lan Ting felt like a completely dark and filthy person, a feeling he extremely disliked! Suddenly, he thought of Su Mu Yan, pure and beautiful like a lotus flower, and in comparison, Mu Rong Yi was far inferior to her.

  How did I suddenly think of Murong Yi again?

  "This afternoon I have something to attend to, so I'll arrive at the appointment ahead of time." Chu Ming's eyes gazed calmly into the distance, and although the white mist in front of him was dense, his eyes still shone brightly.

  Helan Ting's eyebrows rose, and the dark guard reported that on the way, Chu Ming and Mu Rong Yi had exchanged a few words, as if they had known each other for a long time. Mu Rong Yi... was indeed not a simple person! "I have long heard of the King of Ming coming to Wang Yue Country, and having heard of the King of Ming's deeds for a long time, I thought of inviting the King of Ming to drink tea and chat together."

  At the sound, Chu Ming entered the pavilion and sat opposite He Lan Ting. As soon as he sat down, his clear and deep black eyes stared straight at He Lan Ting, making He Lan Ting feel a momentary illusion that Chu Ming was not blind! Chu Ming accurately picked up the white jade teacup with his hand, took a sip of tea, and a smile with some profundity appeared on his pale and handsome face. Then he said: "What does the Crown Prince think of Murong Yi?"

  With these ordinary words, an invisible icy sword struck Helan Ting, and he couldn't help but feel a slight shock in his heart. Although Chu Ming had lost his sight, the world's affairs were still not beyond his eyes.

  Helan Ting's silence was not unexpected, and he continued to smile: "The purpose of the king is already in my heart. As for Murong Yi, I believe the king also knows that she is not a person who can be used at will."

  "Is it?" Helan Ting sneered, the smile at the corner of his mouth revealing a complete lack of emotion.

  Chu Ming stood up, intending to leave. As he walked onto the steps, his clear voice came over, "The Emperor should have found out that the thing is in the hands of King Nanqing, right?"

  He Lan Ting's eyes lifted, his gaze sharp and hidden with infinite killing intent as he stared at Chu Ming's slender and tall back. Suddenly, a sly smile appeared on his face, "The King of Hell is indeed not famous in vain!" Seemingly carefree and nonchalant, yet actually having control over all matters under heaven, this was Chu Ming!

  ……

  Inside the main hall of the front yard.

  Due to the arrival of Gong Fei, the atmosphere has become somewhat eerie. Everyone knows that Gong Fei is a ruthless and cunning person who holds great power, and if one serves him poorly, their life will be in danger! Now everyone hopes that the young lady will appear soon.

  Gong Fei's face was expressionless, occasionally picking up his teacup to take a sip of tea, but it was very clear that the carefully brewed tea by the people below the Prime Minister's mansion was not to his liking. Indeed, it was only the Prime Minister's mansion, and the good tea leaves couldn't reach here.

  A moment later.

  The door creaked open and a soft voice called out: "Young Mistress."

  Gong Fei's fierce and stern gaze swept past.

  The woman's skin was as smooth as jade, her bright eyes had a subtle curve that was charming and alluring. A faint smile floated at the corners of her eyes and mouth. At first glance, he felt shocked, such an absolutely beautiful woman, Nan Qing Wang had seen countless women, but none could compare to her.

  Murong Yi looked at Gong Fei, in the memories left by this body before, he had seen Gong Fei, but at that time the two were far apart, and this body did not leave many memories. However, at this moment, Murong Yi scrutinized him up close and couldn't help but feel the same violent and cold aura emanating from Gong Fei's body.

  The man in front of him wore a moon-white long gown, which made his complexion slightly pale. He had a pair of slender and narrow eyes, and the ripples in his eyes could only reveal a cold intention. His appearance was indeed very delicate! Not because of those narrow eyes, but his overall demeanor. It can't be denied that if he wore women's clothes, he would definitely be a sickly beauty that people couldn't help but pity. Perhaps it was because he took good care of himself, he looked like he was only 21 or 22 years old, but according to memory, he seemed to be already 30 years old?

  The two of them quietly sized each other up.

  Perhaps neither of them noticed that in the eerie atmosphere, a murderous aura was already circulating between them like lightning.

  "Eldest Miss Murong." Gong Fei withdrew his gaze, his narrow eyes focusing on the celadon tea cup in his hand.

  The man's voice was soft and gentle, as if he were facing the most precious person or thing in his life.

  Murong's eyes moved slightly as she nodded lightly and smiled: "The commoner girl has seen the King of Nanqing."