Embroidered Uniform Guard: I Can Plunder Talents-Chapter 188 - 37: Today You Dare Threaten Me, Tomorrow You’ll Dare Rebel (Part 3)

Chapter 188: Chapter 37: Today You Dare Threaten Me, Tomorrow You’ll Dare Rebel (Part 3)

"..."

Zhao Feibai raised his wine cup and looked at Qu Sisi, putting on the air of offering a toast.

Too bad.

Qu Sisi didn’t even spare Zhao Feibai a single extra glance.

Her best friend had been handed over to Zhao Feibai, and all she got in return was the news of her death. This grudge, Qu Sisi always kept in her heart.

Drinking?

Qu Sisi didn’t even want to give Zhao Feibai a pleasant expression.

"Your Highness the Princess?"

Seeing Qu Sisi unresponsive.

Zhao Feibai raised an eyebrow slightly and looked towards Qu Sisi. The others around clearly sensed something was off as well, turning their quiet attention over.

As for Prince Jin Yan Ze, he didn’t care at all.

Perhaps to him, this was no big deal.

"So Her Highness the Princess doesn’t intend to give me even a shred of face?"

Seeing Zhao Feibai determined to make Qu Sisi drink this wine,

the guard Jiang Jing at the side clenched his fist ever so slightly.

And in the very next second—

"Who’s the shameless one here, forcing others to give face all the time?"

A casual, brash voice rang out bold and clear for everyone to hear.

The originally tense atmosphere was instantly broken by that sentence.

A familiar voice.

Qu Sisi lowered her head just a little, the corner of her lips curling with a faint, almost imperceptible smile.

Though his tone always sounded a bit off-kilter, to Qu Sisi, it was incredibly reassuring.

Other people didn’t notice, but Jiang Jing caught the smile on Qu Sisi’s lips.

He felt a touch of bitterness inside, but also a bit of relief.

Jiang Jing wasn’t one to fool himself. He knew if it were him, he honestly wouldn’t have the guts to snap back Zhao Feibai’s words to his face like Ye Liuyun just did.

Perhaps.

He should finally accept reality. In the end, he just didn’t have the nerve—and didn’t deserve her.

...

"Who are you?"

Zhao Feibai had always been smooth sailing in life.

In Prince Jin City, even Prince Jin Yan Ze afforded Zhao Feibai face; no one had ever said something like this to him.

Ye Liuyun strode in with long, confident steps.

But he didn’t rush to answer Zhao Feibai. Instead, he looked at Yan Ze.

"Your Highness Prince Jin!"

"You’ve come!"

At the sight of Ye Liuyun, Prince Jin Yan Ze smiled broadly and nodded.

Prince Jin Yan Ze was recruiting both Zhao Feibai and Ye Liuyun, so he wouldn’t offend one for the sake of the other.

Seeing this,

Zhao Feibai frowned slightly.

He’d thought Ye Liuyun was just someone by Prince Jin Yan Ze’s side.

And once he’d finished greeting Prince Jin, Ye Liuyun cocked his head toward Zhao Feibai.

"I’m Ye Liuyun, Lord Thousand Households of the Embroidered Uniform Guard. And you are?"

"Embroidered Uniform Guard?"

Of course Zhao Feibai knew what the Embroidered Uniform Guard was—the court’s attack dogs. His gaze instantly turned contemptuous.

"Ah, so that’s who you are, just the Embroidered Uniform Guard. No wonder you put on airs. I am Zhao Feibai. Well, Lord Thousand Households, do you need this old man to bow and kneel to you?"

Anyone could tell,

Zhao Feibai’s words were barefaced mockery of Ye Liuyun—both on the surface and underneath.

The Zhao family was an aristocratic clan.

They had decent connections in the Dynasty, with several Zhao family scions among the civil and military officials.

Not to mention a Lord Thousand Households—even if the Governor himself came, he’d have to be polite to the Zhao family.

Zhao Feibai announced his status this way

to send Ye Liuyun a warning, and show him who’s boss.

But!

"So why aren’t you kneeling?"

Ye Liuyun replied bluntly.

The Zhao family?

I fought so damn hard, stealing other people’s Talent Entries—not to bow and scrape to you.

"You—!"

Zhao Feibai truly hadn’t expected Ye Liuyun to give him zero face.

Most of the people there hadn’t expected an answer like that from Ye Liuyun either.

"Do you have any idea who I am?"

He glared angrily, eyes fixed on Ye Liuyun.

"What’s wrong, didn’t your parents tell you?"

..."

With a line like that, not just the others—even Prince Jin Yan Ze almost couldn’t hold back and nearly laughed out loud.

As for Qu Sisi,

ever since Ye Liuyun appeared, her gaze had never left him.

"Bold! Don’t think just because you have some talent you can act all high and mighty here!"

Zhao Feibai, as the head of the Zhao family, was no fool.

He knew perfectly well:

If Prince Jin Yan Ze could let Ye Liuyun act out like this, he clearly wanted to draw him in. Which meant Ye Liuyun really had some skills.

A genius youth, but not the first Zhao Feibai had seen.

He’d even personally squashed quite a few of those young prodigies.

These types—just because they were gifted, thinking they could do whatever they pleased.

Zhao Feibai didn’t mind teaching him a lesson.

"Are you threatening me?"

Ye Liuyun cocked his brows and looked at Zhao Feibai.

"I—"

"Swish!"

Zhao Feibai thought Ye Liuyun was intimidated and wanted to say more—

But Ye Liuyun directly drew his blade.

The dark saber flashed—right at Zhao Feibai’s neck.

"I am Lord Thousand Households of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, representing the Dynasty’s authority. If you dare threaten me today, tomorrow you’ll dare threaten the court itself, and the next day you’ll dare lead the Zhao family to rebel. You sure have guts!"

..."

Saying all that yourself, huh?

This kind of framing—

Zhao Feibai had seen it, even done it himself before.

But he really never expected—

that one day, it’d be used so smoothly against him.

Just how many times have you pulled this trick?

"Stand down!"

"Let go of the Patriarch!"

Zhao Feibai, as head of the Zhao family, obviously didn’t come alone.

He had plenty of subordinates with him.

They’d all just been standing aside, but now, seeing this, each and every one crowded over, and the atmosphere instantly grew menacing.

Ye Liuyun looked over with a single glance.

Almost all of them were Innate Martial Artists,

but at most, only one of them was mid-level.

Innate Martial Artists weren’t cabbages—even if the Zhao family was loaded, they couldn’t recruit that many.

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