Golden Age Legitimate Fei

Chapter 59: A Great Sword Unsheathed (3)

Chapter 59: A Great Sword Unsheathed (3)

"Prince Ding is here!" With an announcement from outside, Mo Xiu Yao appeared at the doorstep with Ah Jin following him. Everybody there had a sigh of relief. Murong Ting gave Ye Li a secret wink.

Lei Teng Feng, who was sitting in the chair, relaxed, sat upright the moment Mo Xiu Yao got in. His eyes which were as sharp as the edge of a knife glanced at Mo Xiu Yao's calm and tranquil face, then turned over to look at Ye Li. Ye Li laughed secretly to herself that this eldest son of Prince Zhennan was probably calculating which was more important to Mo Xiu Yao, Sword of Lan Yun or his fiancée and wondering why did Mo Xiu Yao come.

"Honored to meet you, Prince Ding. I'm Lei Teng Feng. I've long looked forward to meeting you." Lei Teng Feng stood up, laughed and said.

"Prince, you are too polite. I had the chance to observe the splendor of Prince Zhennan when I was young. I haven't seen him for many years. Prince Zhennan probably is as graceful as before, isn't he?" Mo Xiu Yao nodded slightly and returned a politeness. The corner of Lei Teng Feng's eyes jumped but he soon laughed and said: "My father is in good health. He told me a lot about your splendor back in those years. He hopes that my generation could follow your example." Mo Xiu Yao still looked the same and said calmly: "You are being too kind, Prince. Meeting you this time, I know that Prince Zhennan has a qualified successor to carry on his undertaking."

Seeing the two of them chatting politely in such a slow pace in an obviously tense atmosphere, Ye Li suddenly wanted to laugh out of nowhere. She once heard that diplomacy was only women's activity.

After their exchange of greetings, Mo Xiu Yao pushed his wheelchair towards Ye Li and asked her in a soft voice: "I see you are in a good mood, aren't you, Ah Li?"

Ye Li smiled thinly and said: "The eldest son of Prince Zhennan brought me a valuable gift. Since you are here, why don't we admire it together, Your Highness?"

Mo Xiu Yao nodded with a smile, his eyes fell on Sword of Lan Yun, which was lying in the box. His eyes remained tranquil, as if it was only a normal sword in the box. He turned his head and said to Lei Teng Feng: "Thank His Majesty and His Highness for all the troubles they went through for this. This sword went missing for many years. I've never thought I would see it one day." Lei Teng Feng raised his eyebrows and said: "Sword of Lan Yun is the most precious treasure of Great Chu. We ought to return it to its owner in perfect condition. But I wonder if I have the honor to observe the magnificence of this famous sword?"

"Ah Jin."

Ah Jin walked up and took the sword from the Xi Ling guard with the greatest care and held it in both hands towards Mo Xiu Yao. Mo Xiu Yao took the sword with one hand. He lifted his head and asked: "Ah Li, what do you think about it?" Ye Li lowered her head, reached out her hand and touched the simple sheath lightly. She nodded and said: "Though I don't know much about swords, but I can tell it's a good sword." Indeed, Ye Li didn't know a thing about swordsmanship. What she ever saw in her previous incarnation were Taiji swords wielded by grandpas and grandmas in the park. On a modern battlefield, though there was cold steel, weapons like short knives, daggers, and short ranges for close combat were more popular. Slowly, Ye Li grabbed the sword hilt, but she wasn't in a hurry to draw it out. If this sword was really as hard to draw out and control as Lei Teng Feng described, there probably was some kind of mechanism in the sheath and on the sword. With a smile, Mo Xiu Yao put his hand on hers which was on the hilt, his other hand lifting the sword. In the gazes of everybody, Ye Li felt acutely that Mo Xiu Yao's hand which was on hers moved slightly and then draw outwards. A dazzling gleam suddenly appeared, and the sword made a sound of dragon singing at that instant. The main hall was suddenly frozen, but it was just for a second. Soon, Ye Li felt the majestic will of war and gigantic aura of death oozing out of the sword. That danger could only be felt by someone who had really been to a battlefield. Not aware of when Mo Xiu Yao had already let go of her hand, Ye Li, with the sword in her hand, wielded it casually by her side and the ancient painting hanging on the wall not far away were torn into two parts. What a sword! Ye Li applauded the sword. The sword could cut an ancient painting by the Qi of its sharp edge. It would be fair to say that the sword could cut a hair that fell on its edge. Keeping the sword in her hand still, Ye Li looked indifferently at Lei Teng Feng, who was staring fixedly at her on her opposite.