Chapter 104: Something to be wary of (5)
Feng Qinghan was not moved at all by the ghost's anger. He turned around and returned to his seat nonchalantly, picked up the teapot and poured tea into his own cup. After filling it up, he put it to his lips and took a sip. He looked more like he was enjoying himself than tasting the tea.
"It's a bit cold—"
Guisha was confused by Feng Qinghan's words and even more angry, obviously because Feng Qinghan avoided his question.
"She's doing well now, isn't she?"
Before Guisha could come back to his senses, Feng Qinghan said something indifferent, which made Guisha feel inexplicable again, and his heart was full of anger again, and he almost shouted: "Do you think she is okay?"
"At least that's the closest place to the people she wants to see."
The ghost's anger was slightly dampened by Feng Qinghan's words, or perhaps he was unable to recover.
"She'll know what she's supposed to know sooner or later, so I'm curious about how she'll react when she finds out."
"So you did this on purpose?"
Faced with Feng Qinghan's smiling and overly calm attitude, Guisha tried his best to suppress his emotions that had already been irritated by Feng Qinghan, in order to prevent another outburst.
"You always treat everything as a joke. I thought you would really change this time. It seems that I overestimated you... She is not your toy, let alone your puppet. I don't mind if you want to play with her, but I will never allow you to drag her down with me. If you really can't make a choice, I will make the choice for you."
Guisha spoke this sentence almost word by word clearly. The pause in the middle made his tone full of hostility towards Feng Qinghan, and there was undisguised murderous intent at the end.
Even when facing such a ghost, Feng Qinghan smiled calmly, looked at the tea in his hand, drank it all , and then put it back on the table. At the same time, Feng Qinghan's face was no longer cynical, but a face that even ghosts seldom saw, a face without any emotion at all, and his eyes were as chilling as extremely cold ice and snow. When the ghost saw Feng Qinghan's expression, he couldn't help but be startled.
"For me, impossible doesn't mean I won't do it. Even I won't continue to allow restless 'toys' to act recklessly."
If it was the previous Feng Qinghan, Guisha might have expressed sarcasm, but this time he knew Feng Qinghan was serious, especially when Feng Qinghan mentioned "toys". Guisha knew very well that the other party had crossed Feng Qinghan's bottom line, and what Feng Qinghan would do next was beyond his imagination or guess. It seemed as if Guisha could foresee that he would see a hell called "Ashura" in the near future.
The Feng Qinghan in front of him at this moment made Guisha feel familiar and unfamiliar. Subconsciously, he seemed to feel that he had said something wrong or overlooked something, but the only thing he could be sure of was what Guisha thought Feng Qinghan really looked like.
A few days later.
Two stunning women appeared on the streets of the Holy City. They were the focus wherever they went and attracted a lot of attention. These two women were none other than Yin Yin and Ling Menghan. The reason why they could walk on the streets so unconcealed was, of course, thanks to the public security in the Holy City. In addition to Yin Yin and Ling Menghan, there were also Xiuying and a maid of Ling Menghan . Although the four of them were very low-key, they could not change the fact that they had become the focus of everyone's attention.
"I can't believe it. I heard that there are wars in many places, but this place seems to be completely unaffected."
Yinyin's voice of praise rang out, because the prosperity of the Holy City had already exceeded her imagination. She was surprised all the way. There was an endless stream of carriages and passers-by. Little did she know that some of them were there for her and Ling Menghan. She and Ling Menghan walked in front, and Xiuying and the maid followed behind...
"Yeah, it's a lot more lively than that time."
Ling Menghan agreed with Yin Yin's words and was very praiseworthy. In fact, Ling Menghan had only been to the market once, and it was Zhao Ziheng who brought her there. Thinking back to that time, Ling Menghan couldn't help feeling sad. Since then, Ling Menghan had never been to this bustling market again. After marrying Zhao Ziyan, she never left the house. Fortunately, this was not a difficult thing for her who had lived in the deep palace since she was a child.
In fact, the reason why Yinyin and Ling Menghan came out today was entirely because of Xiuying's instigation. Yinyin was successfully persuaded, and after being persuaded, Yinyin immediately thought of Ling Menghan, so the four of them came to the market; of course, Zhao Ziyan also knew about it, but he did not stop them, and insisted on arranging the sedan chair, entourage and so on, but in the end he declined.
"It's totally different from the original scene."
Ling Menghan continued talking. What she meant was that when the civil strife broke out, the city was almost desolate. She then had the opportunity to see it once when it was rebuilt, and compared it to what it is now, if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Ling Menghan would never have imagined that the once desolate capital would have become so prosperous. At this moment, Ling Menghan could feel that the capital was completely peaceful. Of course, the credit for making the once desolate capital so prosperous belonged to Zhao Ziheng. Thinking of this, Ling Menghan felt a little warm in her heart.
Although Yin Yin didn't know the implication of Ling Menghan's words, she subconsciously thought that when Ling Menghan first came, it was a period of civil unrest, so it was not difficult to imagine what this beautiful and prosperous capital had become during that period; therefore, being able to make the capital so prosperous in a short period of time, and the level of prosperity was in no way inferior to the Great Zhou Royal City and [Weicheng], Yin Yin could imagine how smart and capable Zhao Ziheng was who led this place to prosperity.
