Chapter 185: Closing Doors to Reflect

Ling Yin had a blank expression: "Apologize to our young master."

The young man called Bu Meng, his face flushed red with pain, glared fiercely at Da Wang and said, "You're dreaming! I want to see if you Great Jin people really dare to snap my arm outright."

"Bu Meng!" the middle-aged man exclaimed, but it was obvious his master was fearless.

Bu Meng glared hatefully at Da Wang: "Pah! Trash! You Great Jin people..."

Da Wang didn't let him finish, reached out and jerked, Bu Meng's arm dislocated immediately. "I can't really pinch it today, let's just dislocate it! Your request is a bit tough—these days it's inadvisable to see blood in the city. How about we meet outside the city the day after tomorrow after the celebration? This young master won't chop off one of your arms and make you share my surname!"

Bu Meng: "It's a deal!"

"The morning of the day after tomorrow, twenty li outside the west city, this young master will be waiting for your arm!"

"You got it wrong, it's your arm, you brat!"

Ling Yin let go, the middle-aged man immediately tried to pull Bu Meng away, but Da Wang called out: "Settle the bill—you finished bragging, not buying the bracelet?"

That middle-aged man finally produced eight hundred taels of silver notes and placed them on the counter; the shopkeeper respectfully handed him the bracelet. Bu Meng left the door swearing, cursing Da Wang in words he couldn't understand. Both sides had reservations, so for now this was all they could do.

Da Wang didn't care about the scolding, grinning he pointed at that Vermilion Bird hairpin: "Wrap it up!"

After the shopkeeper finished wrapping it, this guy grabbed it and was about to leave. The shopkeeper hesitated: "Young master, three hundred… no, that's two hundred sixty taels…"

Da Wang was extremely surprised: "I helped you as a shill, that broken bracelet earned an extra five hundred taels and I haven't asked you for a cut—why would the hairpin cost anything?"

Shopkeeper: "... Not pretending anymore, huh? You're the prince himself."

But he didn't dare say more, sensibly saying: "See you off, Your Highness—come again next time?"

Da Wang nodded satisfactorily: "Don't forget to tell my second older brother, I'm here to support his business."

Shopkeeper: "Sure, sure!" You'd better not come to support too often!

Da Wang once again walked down Long Peace Avenue, his spirits a little lifted; Wei Shen said speechlessly: "You're happy after causing trouble?"

Da Wang nodded: "Happy! How could I not be happy after chopping off an arm? That Bu Meng, the Second Prince of Eastern Xianbei, you don't know, do you? At a glance I can tell you haven't read the Eastern Xianbei files from the intelligence bureau."

"You recognized him from the start?"

"Yes. That middle-aged man should be called Ji Ti, Bu Meng's uncle. He has a distinctive look—the mole on his chin immediately reminded me, and looking at the young man, he also matches the description of the second prince in the file."

"He really went, and you really chopped?"

"What courtesy do I owe Eastern Xianbei? I'm betting on his guts—if he dares to go, I dare to chop. After all, their surname isn't pleasant-sounding; my father is harsh enough to make me change my name."

"Man Niu Yu Jing? What a mouthful of characters, hard to pronounce!"

Wei Shen: "... Is it a matter of whether it sounds good or not?!"

Wei Shen also admired Da Wang's guts: "You chopped off his arm—aren't you afraid Eastern Xianbei will be furious and attack Youzhou while you're away?"

Da Wang looked at his cousin like he was an idiot: "I chopped off his arm, then let them go back to report? Let them go tell Man Niu Yu Jing, the Prince of Youzhou, that I chopped off his beloved son's arm? Am I stupid! The envoy's party would of course unfortunately be wiped out in one fell swoop by a chaotic mess of Great Jin refugees or bandits! Great Jin is so chaotic, just one trip of mine makes me shed a layer of skin—this just healed, look!" Da Wang pressed his cheek forward for them to see, and Wei Shen brushed it away.

Da Wang took two steps and continued: "If he really is a plainsman and truly dares to go outside the west city, those two hundred Xiaoqi cavalry out there will arrange things perfectly for them. The Eastern Xianbei delegation came with a total of 809 people; we have four hundred—no matter how you look at it, we can settle this perfectly."

Alright, this guy still hasn't given up on detaining the Eastern Xianbei—this isn't fishing, is it!

The three were wandering aimlessly down the street when Zhao Ba Faction's Tong Chen finally found them.

"Your Highness! Finally found you, Your Highness hurry back! An imperial edict came from the palace, ordering Your Highness… to shut doors and reflect."

Da Wang sighed: "... I originally wanted to go to the merchant house, but looks like I can't—go back and reflect! But, what for?" He also asked Tong Chen.

Tong Chen was even more surprised: "Your Highness, you don't even know either?"

Da Wang: "I performed rather outstandingly today, not just one thing..."

Wei Shen:...

Thinking about it, they actually haven't been out long.

Youzhou is basically where the emperor is far away and the heavens are high; if Da Wang stayed in Chang'an, who knows how long this fief could last…