Chapter 116

Wang Tingwan raised her head to look at the city before her; the guards there were strict, the beacon fires outside the city never went out at night, and the soldiers forced themselves to stay awake, afraid to fall asleep.

"So-called power?" Yang Xin deliberately made a helpless expression, clicking his tongue, making a sound.

The two were not far from the city, but Yang Xin did not go straight there; instead, he prepared to go around the city and head straight to the next one. Wang Tingwan watched Yang Xin's actions, feeling somewhat puzzled, and asked: "What? Are you also starting to dare not face Feng Yan?"

"I have nothing to say to that stupid hare now!" Facing Wang Tingwan's pressing questions, Yang Xin feigned calm and answered her, saying he had never regretted what he had done before; Wang Tingwan looked at Yang Xin's demeanor, lowered her head, and walked in front of him.

Yang Xin looked at Wang Tingwan's back and muttered to himself: "I know, and I'm sorry to you, but if I don't do this, how can I be with you? Indeed, he has liked you for a long time, but I am the same, I also like you."

Yang Xin understood that after Wang Tingwan learned of those things, he had nothing to say in her presence; he felt a sense of guilt, feeling indebted to Feng Yan and more sorrowful about this matter. After seeing that letter, he knew Feng Yan would not forgive what he had done. Yet, Feng Yan's move was too vicious! That is also something Yang Xin cannot forgive! They each had their own thoughts, and at this moment they began to compete.

"Ah, yes, at this point we are already slowly turning into enemies." Yang Xin sighed, speaking somewhat sorrowfully.

At that moment, in the Wanggong of Li State, everyone cast admiring glances at Feng Yan; under the gazes of the officials, Feng Yan felt uncomfortable under such attention. The Prince obviously noticed this, he greeted Feng Yan naturally and said: "Long time no see, I am the Prince of Quan State; do you still remember me?"

"Prince? You know me?" Feng Yan felt somewhat puzzled.

"You really are forgetful; look at this!" The Prince joked while waving to summon a painter. Feng Yan watched the Prince's actions, not understanding, but seeing the Prince's face, he indeed had seen him before, so Feng Yan watched the painter's brush continuously drawing, finally producing a portrait of a girl.

"Look, this is the Princess of Ju Ren Guo." The Prince pointed at the girl in the painting, saying somewhat regretfully: "Unfortunately, I was unable to bring this princess back."

"It's her." Feng Yan pretended to know and said.

"Then, may we go to the sleeping palace for a chat?" The Prince seized the opportunity to request.

Feng Yan nodded in agreement, and at the same time made a request: that those children come along as well.

The Prince was utterly unwilling in his heart, yet since others had made the request, he could only agree, replying: "Alright, but those children must not make loud noises."

"Good!" Feng Yan nodded in reply.

"Then, please!" the Prince said.

The guards watched the Prince and Feng Yan go together to the Prince's sleeping palace, then asked the king: "Is this really alright, Your Majesty? Although he is an Adventurer, his identity is still unknown; I fear for the Prince..."

"I know what you're worried about, but if the Adventurer really wanted to kill him, could you stop him?"

The guard lowered his head and silently withdrew. The king watched the retreating guard, knowing in his heart that he too worried for his child, but he understood more clearly that he needed to cultivate him, because the child would someday leave him.

In the main hall, the officials were still discussing; because the palace had some large reason, an echo was produced, and their echo reached the king's ears. The king clearly knew what they were talking about, yet he did not stop them, after all what happened that day was truly beyond belief.

In the sky, a huge vortex appeared, and two people emerged, calling themselves Adventurers, who took away his own prince...

"Child, this is your trial." The king sat in the main hall, recalling that day's scene, feeling somewhat fearful yet speaking with a tone of hope.

"Please, have a seat!" the Prince happily led the way ahead; the children following knew the Prince was an arrogant person, yet this time before Feng Yan why would he act like this? The children couldn't understand; they wanted to ask the older brother in front of them, but found Feng Yan and they all looked bewildered. Seeing the enthusiastic Prince before them, they could not dampen his enthusiasm by saying such a thing. This was not good, and he clearly realized that.

"Just who is this older brother?" the children asked in a low voice.

"The older brother you speak of is the most mysterious person on this continent." Hearing the children's words, the Prince deliberately came before them and told them so.

Feng Yan looked at him, not knowing what to say. He stopped and stared at the Prince. Seeing this gaze, the Prince had never been looked at like that before; he felt uncomfortable, yet somehow felt that the person before him was somewhat pitiable.

"What's wrong?" the Prince asked with concern.

"I... I seem to have forgotten a very important person, and she holds a very important place in my heart." Feng Yan lowered his head, looking at the ground; the Prince imagined his sorrowful gaze, and recalled that beside Feng Yan there had always been a dancing girl accompanying him.

The Prince naturally had not forgotten her appearance; she was the most beautiful girl aside from the Princess. At that time his eyes were drawn to the celestial-like Princess, but he overlooked a dancing girl who was only slightly inferior, which made him feel sad; yet seeing Feng Yan's appearance, he understood and thought perhaps this was love.

Now, Feng Yan has only himself left, wearing tattered clothes, with only the badge symbolizing an Adventurer's identity still shining, plus a black long sword and an old wineskin. The Prince knows that if it weren't for his special status, the person before him would surely have been robbed of his sword and all his belongings, for this is a land of might makes right.

The Prince thought thus, and in a moment he zoned out; he didn't know, nor was he clear. He had been dazedly taken away by Feng Yan and Chen Hao, and saw an angelic face.

Unfortunately, he had not brought that woman back to let his father king see her beauty.

"Perhaps, there will be no chance from now on." The Prince felt somewhat dejected as he thought this, then lifted his head only to find Feng Yan staring straight at him.

Just as he opened his mouth to say something, Feng Yan's eyes had already seen through his thought, stopping his words, and he said: "Perhaps it is precisely because one cannot obtain it that it feels beautiful."

"But I am a Prince!" the Prince shouted loudly; obviously, Feng Yan's words were not accepted.

The officials all nodded, indicating agreement with the Prince's statement.

"So what?" Feng Yan replied coldly, and the Prince's words made Feng Yan feel even more childish.

"I am the future king; I must obtain whatever I want, be it power or anything else—I want it all!" The Prince's expression grew excited, and his voice rose louder.

"Then do as you wish." Another cold reply; after saying that, Feng Yan took the children and left.

"Power? I seem to recall something—a country that pursues money, and a king who possesses great wealth." Feng Yan uttered this as he slowly drifted away; the Prince watched his back, feeling very unwilling.

"What I want to obtain, I will surely obtain." The Prince whispered; his attendants could barely hear his words, and just as he was about to follow up, he turned his head and went back to his own palace.

"I'm tired, let's sleep!" The Prince shut the door and said this to his attendants.

"Older brother, are you really an Adventurer?" the children kept pestering Feng Yan over and over, which annoyed him.

"No." Feng Yan replied again in the same way.

"No, you must be!" a child below retorted.

"Yeah, if he weren't an Adventurer, how could the king receive him personally?"

"What a strange older brother; could he be trying to change something?"

"Yeah, yeah, that's exactly it!" As the children's voices grew louder and louder, this also made Feng Yan feel increasingly vexed in his heart.

Thus, to stop them from continuing such discussion, Feng Yan deliberately asked them: "So, what is an Adventurer like in your hearts?"

This question had some obvious effect; the children's voices gradually softened, and they began to think.

In their hearts, they had no definite answer, or rather, they had imagined him to be overly great.

One child lowered his head in thought, just thinking, when he failed to watch the road beneath his feet, tripped, split his lip, and bright red blood flowed out.

But that child did not, as Feng Yan had imagined, cry out; instead he wiped the corner of his mouth and prepared to stand up.

Feng Yan pulled the child up, looked at him, and seemed to see his ideal self—eyes of unyielding determination; although he lacked the rosy cheeks of a rich young master, he could still be considered strong.

The child looked at him, his eyes somewhat strange, yet he also felt very excited.

"You are exactly, I am the ideal child's image, the image I have always longed for." After Feng Yan pulled the child up, he said this.

The child didn't understand what this meant, but he always felt praised by a very capable person, and he felt a little proud.

As for the remaining children, they could only feel envy. They watched Feng Yan's expression, which was ineffable; bright moonlight washed over his face, and the corners of his mouth did not show a smile.

But those children believed this would be their happiest time, and they would learn many precious things while the older brother was with them.