Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
Feng Jiu glanced at him and asked casually: “And who are you?”
The youngster raised his chin and replied with an air of arrogance: “You don’t even know who I am? Let me tell you, I am Duan Ye, the Tenth Prince of the Qing Dynasty.”
“Oh, Duan Ye!” She answered casually, then looked away and continued eating her chicken.
The youngster was annoyed when he saw this: “You haven’t told me what your name is!”
“Just because you told me your name doesn’t mean I have to tell you mine.”
The youngster stared at the young boy dumbfoundedly. He had wanted to get angry with him, but when he smelt the fragrant chicken, he swallowed and asked: “What are you eating?” As he was speaking, he had already got off the flame lion and headed towards him.
“It’s called flower chicken, have you eaten it before?” When Feng Jiu saw him walk over, she tore off the other chicken leg and passed it to him: “Here, try it.”
The youngster looked at the chicken leg in his hand and coughed slightly, raising his chin: “Okay! Since you’re offering it to me, I will try it!”
He then took a bite of the chicken, and when the tender chicken entered his mouth, his eyes brightened: “It’s delicious!”
“I cooked the chicken, of course it’s delicious.” Feng Jiu took out a pot of wine and asked: “Do you drink?”
“Yes!” So he sat down next to him. They ate chicken, drank wine, and chatted.
“There is a formation surrounding the forest, how did you get in?”
“I came in before you put up the formation.”
“Then you’re in luck that you met me, otherwise you won’t be able to get out of here.”
“Hahaha….” Feng Jiu laughed but didn’t say anything.
“What country are you from? You’re not from our Qing Dynasty are you?”
“No, I come from a Seventh Grade Country.”
“Ah? Seventh Grade Country? That’s a country with very little power and strength. It’s quite far from here, how did you get here?”
“I’ve come to look for someone.”
When he heard that he was looking for someone, the youngster asked: “Looking for someone? Have you found them? Do you need my help?”
Feng Jiu looked at him and smiled: “I’ve found him, but I just haven’t decided how I will subdue him.”
“That’s easy.” He shook his fist: “See this, fist, if you’re stronger then that’s what matters. If you want to conquer him then you just fight him and show him who is stronger.”
“Oh? Fight him? Surely not?” She touched her chin as she considered his suggestion.
“Why not? He’s probably just a weak and gutless guy. If he won’t submit to you, then beat him up till he does. It’s easy.” After he finished the chicken leg, he tore off a chicken wing and continued eating.
Feng Jiu stared at him with a smile and her eyes lit up as they narrowed: She asked: “That’s right, I’ve not asked you why you’re in the forest.”
“I’m playing the game ‘Ghost Is Here’.” The youngster replied and looked at Feng Jiu: “Do you want to play with me? I am the ghost and there are ten death row prisoners in this forest. I have released them and as long as they can hide from me, they have a chance to live, otherwise….hehe.”
As she looked at the ruthlessness in the youngster’s eyes, Feng Jiu raised her eyebrows. The baby-face was just as reported in the information, he was really not just a harmless young youth.
However, when you’re born into a Royal Family, if you are too simple-minded, you would have died many times over.
“It’s not exciting to play ‘Ghost Is Here’ with humans. If you want to, you should play for real. Do you dare to?” She asked provocatively.
“Play for real?” The boy asked, stunned: “Where can you find real ghosts?”
