Novel Full Chapter 3687 - 1792: Offense_3
Chapter 3687: Chapter 1792: Offense_3
"This Wu Rao Emperor Realm, logically speaking, should have belonged to Yunshan overwhelmingly. It’s not too much to ask for even the whole lot!"
His tone relaxed, becoming like a chat among acquaintances, as he sighed and seated himself in a chair on the side:
"But you and I are within the demi-saint family, and we know full well this is entirely impossible."
"Fairness is impossible, absolute fairness more so. There must be give and take, mutual give and receive, for there to be a long-lasting balance."
"Let me put it like this!"
He hesitated for a moment, seeing Hua Zhiyao still expressionless, then revealed a decision-making look, lowered his voice, and said:
"Brother Zhiyao, let me give you some insider information."
"Our Cold Palace has two proposals."
"The first is if we only take ten percent, then afterwards, regarding Yunshan’s affairs, regardless of how it develops or how entangled it becomes with other clans, we won’t participate, after all, we’ve taken what we should."
"But if our Cold Palace can receive thirty percent, then Yunshan, when it becomes an enemy to Qianshi and Mournful, at crucial times, our Cold Palace Emperor Realm will definitely assist."
"But you must understand, this additional twenty percent isn’t just twenty percent, it’s friendship, a thousand-year friendship! Which can be vouched by the Holy Emperor’s Golden Edict!"
Yuegong Kui was indeed earnest in building a connection.
He didn’t want Hua Zhiyao to die. Although their positions were opposing, today’s Hua Zhiyao could be tomorrow’s him.
By revealing Cold Palace’s stake, he wasn’t just aiming for friendship between Cold Palace and Yunshan, but also wanted to deepen the bond with Hua Zhiyao.
Only by supporting each other can they each have better development among different clans, right?
Hua Zhiyao was not foolish.
On the contrary, he was very smart, otherwise, he wouldn’t have risen to the position of Punishment Hall Elder. Naturally, he should understand what was unsaid.
"Thirty percent..." Hua Zhiyao murmured softly.
"Right!"
Yuegong Kui awaited his response.
But after a while, Hua Zhiyao ended his murmuring in silence, still looking as if dead.
"Brother Zhiyao, just make a sound, okay or not, it’s just a matter of words, must you be so stubborn!" Yuegong Kui’s tone was filled with grudge, appropriately frustrated for a moment, a tactic of feigned retreat to entice.
Hua Zhiyao showed no inclination to wholeheartedly connect.
On the contrary, upon Yuegong Kui’s words, he returned to that former distant and cold attitude, even his address became formal and stiff:
"Yuegong Kui, this is no longer a matter of ten percent or thirty percent, but that I will die here."
He pointed at the ground, voice low, echoing in the hall:
"Die here in your clan’s reception hall!"
I am already resigned to death; Hua Zhiyao, could you not give me more revelation... Yuegong Kui’s tone turned cold as well, yet he said:
"Fine, then I’ll wait and see you die, but when necessary, Brother Zhiyao, I will save you, this is my wishful thinking!"
Hua Zhiyao watched him, lips moving slightly:
"Thank you."
Let me see if I can touch you to death!
Yuegong Kui’s back became a bit straighter.
Even if Young Master Li comes today, he won’t be able to kill you.
I will use all my might to save you from the depths of despair, hoping you can reciprocate this in the future.
"Young Master Li is here."
Outside the reception hall, accompanied by a guard’s loud announcement.
The entrance of the great hall seemed to become much brighter, as a suave, smiling young gentleman approached.
He wore a white open-collared shirt, with a mink great cloak draped over, his attire casual and unrestrained, exuding a sense of carefree elegance.
As soon as he entered the hall, he laughed heartily.
Then, leading two rows of beautiful maids carrying refreshments and holding lutes, he strode grandly to the main seat, saying aloud:
"Elder Hua, it’s been a few years, hope all’s well."
"Let’s put the matters aside first, esteemed guest coming from afar, the Cold Palace is immensely honored by your presence, I have composed a piece ’Laugh of Dongjiang’, let Elder Hua appreciate it first."
He clapped his hands, gestured at the maids with a nod of his chin:
"Play the music!"
Like graceful fairies from the sky, the music maidens positioned elegantly, smiling sweetly as they were about to play the lutes.
Hua Zhiyao paid no heed, seeing the main character had arrived, he immediately got up, spoke solemnly:
"Young Master Li, I will not indulge in the ’Laugh of Dongjiang’ for now. I am here today at the family head’s request, seeking only one matter."
Yuegong Li maintained the smile, waving to the maids to remain aside and not retreat.
This ’Laugh of Dongjiang’, today if I let you appreciate, you must appreciate it.
If I let you smile, you must smile.
"What is it?"
Yuegong Li smiled eyes narrowing into slits like a fox.
Hua Zhiyao coldly cupped his hands respectfully, "Please, Young Master Li, move closer to this old man."
"Interesting."
Yuegong Li stuffed the remaining half of the cake into his mouth, snapped his fingers, got up, patted his behind, chewing as he took big strides to Hua Zhiyao.
Hua Zhiyao suddenly drew the three-foot-long sword from his waist.
In the reception hall, no one was startled, not even a single shout of "Protect!"
No one would think this sword was intended to stab Young Master Li—the Yunshan Emperor Realm would be crazy to send an elder to ’assassinate’ Young Master Li!
The fact was exactly so.
Hua Zhiyao merely offered the Sovereign Cut sword in his hand, sincerely said: "Please grant me death, Young Master Li."
"Oh?"
Yuegong Li laughingly accepted the long sword, asking no reasons.
He placed the blade against his neck, the sword’s sharp edge quickly cut into the undefended skin of Hua Zhiyao.
Blood began to flow.
"No!"
Yuegong Kui shouted urgently.
Others might not know, but Young Master Li could truly, if amused, behead Brother Zhiyao with one sword.
Today, Yuegong Li was not in such a mood.
He was intrigued by the circumstances, what had led to this?
"Speak up, why do you seek death?"
"For my offense."
"Oh? You’ve not even spoken yet you claim offense, that indeed makes me curious, how offensive can you be?"
"It is an offense."
Yuegong Li stared at this death-defying Hua Zhiyao, his mind resonating with the words from a Tingyu Pavilion maid, pondering.
He removed the long sword, tossed it to the ground, raised his chin, still chewing on the cake, eyeing Hua Zhiyao sideways, mockingly said:
"Come, offend me."
Slap!
As soon as he finished speaking, Hua Zhiyao delivered a fierce slap on Yuegong Li’s fair left cheek, sending him staggering three and a half steps to the side, the cake in his mouth spraying all over the maidens.