Chapter 180: You Really Know How to Put on a Show

First Volume, Chapter 180: You Really Know How to Put on a Show

I don't care who the hell you are!

Qin Feng sneered inwardly—no matter how high this man's status, could it surpass that of the Second Prince?

Should I also tell you about how the Second Prince and Seventh Prince chatted and joked with me during the Qingyi Ceremony?

Seeing Qin Feng ignore him, Chen Cheng's gaze turned even more contemptuous: "I suppose you don't know this Young Master's name—I'll tell you: this is Young Master Lin Feimo!"

Lin Feimo?

Never heard of him!

Qin Feng reached up and scratched his ear, utterly ignoring Lin Feimo, then smiled sweetly at Chen Cheng: "If I remember right, you're the son of the Jingdu Merchants' Guild chairman, aren't you? Your old man bought a year's sugar frost distribution rights from me not long ago. Go home and tell him—because I don't like you, the fee just went up by three ten thousand taels."

Chen Cheng froze, then burst into a bitter laugh: "Three ten thousand taels? Why don't you just rob a bank?"

Qin Feng rubbed his pinky against Chen Cheng's sleeve and smiled like spring sunshine: "Why rob when money's this easy to make? How about four ten thousand taels instead?"

Chen Cheng clenched his fists, teeth grinding: "Fine, raise it! Qin, you've offended Young Master Lin—I'll see how long you can keep dancing before you're dead! When you're gone, not just sugar frost, even white sugar will belong to the Jingdu Merchants' Guild. Heh, you probably don't know yet—my father, as guild chairman, is on good terms with Minister of Revenue Li and the Minister of Court of Imperial Treasury."

The Director of the Taifu Temple is one of the Nine Courts, overseeing finances, grain storage, and trade.

The Ministry of Revenue and the Director of the Taifu Temple complement each other—in plain terms, they're cut from the same cloth.

At that moment, Lü Qian, who had been feigning profundity, pretended to offer kind advice: "Qin Feng, if you apologize to Young Master Lin now, it's not too late."

Hearing this, Qin Feng turned his gaze to Lü Qian—and before everyone's eyes, reached out and patted Lü Qian's head.

Lü Qian froze, then flushed with outrage as if struck by disgrace: "Qin Feng! I warned you out of kindness, and you insult me? This won't be forgotten!"

Facing Lü Qian's threat, Qin Feng grinned broadly: "Oh? Then tomorrow, I'll have my dad give your dad a little lesson?"

Lü Qian's face turned crimson: "How dare you! My father is Vice Director of Dali Temple!"

Qin Feng shrugged: "So what? Vice Director isn't Director. What's so impressive? Your father's Fourth Rank, Grade Two; mine's Second Rank, Grade Two—four ranks higher. Your father dares not even raise his head when he sees mine."

"A mere Vice Director—even if he were Director, he'd still be From Three Rank. So tell me again—what's so great about you?"

Lü Qian's face alternated between blood-red and paper-white.

Dali Temple and the Ministry of Justice complement each other as the highest judicial body; in actual power, they're evenly matched. Who in court doesn't bow to Dali Temple? But this Qin Feng, relying on his father being Chancellor, treats Dali Temple with contempt—how outrageous!

Lü Qian couldn't hold back: "Qin, you've been granted the Golden Sash—only Dali Temple can try you! Don't you dare fall into my hands!"

Seeing Lü Qian so eager to try him, Qin Feng, following the principle that "helping others is the source of joy," replied with perfect sincerity: "Want to try me? Easy—I'll punch you right now, and we'll meet at Dali Temple."

As he spoke, Qin Feng raised his fist.

Lü Qian instinctively stepped back—he wasn't stupid. If he took a punch and bled from the nose, he'd still have to take it, since Jingdu nobles fighting was something Dali Temple always ignored.

In the end, only the Director of Dali Temple mattered; Vice Directors could go sit somewhere cool.

Watching Chen Cheng and Lü Qian turn red with humiliation and rage, Lin Feimo remained calm and detached.

Chen Cheng and Lü Qian wisely fell silent, placing all hope on Lin Feimo.

Liu Hongyan, who had been watching from afar, grew uneasy as the crowd at the camp gate refused to disperse—she walked over to check, fearing Qin Feng might rashly offend an Imperial Clan member.

When she saw Lin Feimo, she froze—then her face turned instantly pale.

She grabbed Qin Feng's arm in panic: "Qin… Qin Feng, tell me right now—you didn't offend Young Master Lin, did you?"

She actually knew who Lin Feimo was.

Qin Feng was startled—and seeing her reaction, he realized this man's origins were truly extraordinary.

Could he be a non-imperial prince?

No—that line died out after Da Liang's founding.

Imperial Clan?

No—the Da Liang Imperial Family bears the surname Li.

Son of the Three Dukes?

No—Gao Song, son of Grand Commandant Gao, was nothing special—he'd pissed his pants at Wuhu Restaurant. The sons of Grand Tutor and Grand Protector couldn't be much better.

Qin Feng racked his brain but couldn't figure out who Lin Feimo was, so he gave up—he'd already locked horns today, and someone had to lose.

Qin Feng slung an arm around Liu Hongyan's shoulders and patted her back, grinning: "Sis, don't worry—I met Young Master Lin and we hit it off instantly. Look, if we were enemies, we'd already be screaming at each other."

Liu Hongyan studied Lin Feimo skeptically—his face showed no trace of anger.

Meanwhile, Lin Feimo studied Liu Hongyan, treating Qin Feng like air, and said calmly: "Miss Liu, if you come back with me to Jiangnan, you may not gain a formal title—but with your beauty, even as a concubine, you'll be adored for life. And for your sake, I'll spare Qin Feng half his life."

Huh?

Liu Hongyan's brows furrowed—suddenly, she felt nauseous.

She'd feared Lin Feimo's status before, but now she saw—he was just as arrogant and obnoxious as any other Powerful Noble Son.

Still, from his few words, it was clear: Qin Feng had indeed offended Lin Feimo.

Sigh.

Expected. Nothing surprising.

Liu Hongyan pinched Qin Feng's waist hard—he winced but she ignored him, bowing swiftly to Lin Feimo: "Qin Feng is young and foolish—if he offended Young Master Lin, I, Young Lady Liu Hongyan, beg to take his punishment. Please, Young Master, show mercy and forgive my younger brother."

Lin Feimo raised an eyebrow, ignoring her plea: "You disagree?"

Liu Hongyan felt revulsion—but under pressure, she tried to explain. Before she could speak, Lin Feimo noticed her expression and cut her off.

Lin Feimo's gaze was calm and unwavering: "What I want, I always get. Women are no different. Even if you have the Minister of War backing you, even if you resist a thousand times, the outcome won't change. Three days from now, when I leave Jingdu, you'll be coming with me."

Fuck!

Qin Feng was seething.

He hated two kinds of people more than anything.

One: those handsomer than him.

Two: those better at pretending to be superior.

Clearly, Lin Feimo had both.

Qin Feng yanked Liu Hongyan behind him, his stubborn temper flaring: "Lin Feimo, right? Listen up, this young master is telling you—you're in trouble today! Big trouble!"