“Is everyone in place?”
Stretching his hand forward, Wang Chong knocked on the pillar lightly with his forefinger.
“All ready,” Miyasame Ayaka replied impassively. She was standing perfectly still behind Wang Chong with her head tilted upward and her hands behind her back. In the short interval, she had already changed her clothes. She wore a black bamboo hat with a dark, translucent veil hanging from it, rendering it impossible for anyone to clearly distinguish her facial features.
But her eyes remained as cold as ice. Even through a black veil, it could still send shivers down one’s spine.
Miyasame Ayaka’s disposition as an assassin had permeated her entire being. No clothes could possibly conceal it.
“Good. Tell them to take note of those with a white glow around them later on. They’ll only have an instant, so they have to make sure to pay close attention. Also, they are not to make any moves without my permission.” Wang Chong said calmly as he grabbed a wine cup from the table and passed it over. Fifteen this year, it was indeed a little too early for him to be drinking. But even so, it was fine for him to come into contact with it.
Not to mention, he had another soul hidden in his body.
“But gongzi, is this really fine? This is the territory of the Goguryeons. Furthermore, we’re sitting openly in a tavern of the Goguryeons.” Miyasame Ayake bent down and very naturally took the cup from Wang Chong’s hands before lightly placing it down on the table beside her.
The ladies from the Eastern Islands were surprisingly gentle in this aspect. Despite being an assassin, Miyasame Ayaka retained this cultural trait. But of course, this was only relative to those from the Central Plains.
“The brutal Goguryeons possess the upper hand in numbers now. I fear that we would not be able to escape if we were to provoke them.” Miyasame Ayaka looked at Wang Chong with deep worry in her eyes.
It was only out of ignorance that ordinary civilians could live at ease here. Those who understood the background of this location felt as though a knife was constantly pressed against their backs.
And this was the current sensation Miyasame Ayaka was feeling. She had crossed hands with Goguryeons, and she knew how fearsome they were. They were fearless in combat, and they didn’t hesitate to trade injury for injury. In a way, they were even more vicious than assassins like her.
Wang Chong was going to deal with the Goguryeons despite being in their territory himself. This left Miyasame Ayaka deeply worried.
“Hmph, who said that this is the territory of the Goguryeons? The land just beneath the Son of Heaven’s feet is clearly one of the Central Plains. When did Goguryeons’ words count here?” Resting his arm on the railing, Wang Chong glanced at the huge crowd beneath and sneered coldly.
The Central Plains was still existent, Great Tang was still breathing, the catastrophe had yet to befall; the Central Plains hadn’t declined so far as to bow down to the Goguryeons yet. When did the Goguryeons become the new lords here?
The only reason why no one laid their hands on the Goguryeons was because they hadn’t stepped out of line. But since they weren’t willing to live their lives here peacefully, this relationship would have to come to an end.
Thinking so, Wang Chong’s eyes gradually grew colder and colder. As he spoke those words, he subconsciously released a domineering pressure.
The three men from the Zhuang Clan and Chi Clan were stunned, and even Miyasame Ayaka froze for an instant.
The current Wang Chong possessed a majestic disposition that commanded deference from others. This was completely different from the impression they had of him!
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The Human Emperor (200-400)
FantasyNOT MINE. OFFLINE READING PURPOSE. Author:Huangfu Qi, 皇甫奇 Alternative names:Nhân Hoàng Kỷ, Ren Huang Ji, THE, The Records of the Human Emperor, 人皇纪 Source:StarveCleric Forcefully brought over from the modern world to an alternate world, Wang Chon...