“Qi xiansheng?”
Next to him, a tall man wearing a black qinfu1 spoke, bowing respectfully.
Qi Chimu sat in the pavilion and poured another cup of tea.
“Tell me, what do you think they said just now?”
The distance was too far to hear clearly.
But the exhilarated and joyful expressions on their faces could still be seen.
The man was the head of the third prince’s hidden guard, with a high level of martial arts.
He was borrowed by Qi Chimu to search for someone.
The man nodded and said, “The distance is too far. I can only hear vaguely.”
Qi Chimu indifferently lowered his eyes, no longer looking at the unpleasant scene.
He slowly turned the teacup, his voice suppressing certain emotions as he spoke somewhat hoarsely, “Speak of as much as you hear ba.”
The man dipped his head, expressionless. His voice was flat and without any emotions.
“The man said to furen, you are the woman I admire. When I see you, my heart is like a fawn in March, beating incessantly.”
Qi Chimu’s hand that was turning the teacup paused.
Then he said softly, “What did furen say?”
The man responded calmly, “Furen said, I feel more than just like a fawn. I wish I could become the ink in the book, just to touch your hand holding the brush.”
Become ink…
XXXXX and became ink.
Black enough to kill you.
Qi Chimu’s gums tasted of iron from the blood that was squeezed out in hatred.
He didn’t reveal any emotions, only speaking a few words.
“Continue.”
The man continued. “The man said to furen, I want to become the chair and let you sit, creating a magnificent chapter. Then furen replied, I want to become your eyes to see every work you write.”
Because they were too far, he missed many of the words that were spoken.
So the man combined the images he saw, analyzing the emotions of the eloping man and woman.
Then he concluded that the other party was speaking words of love.
So he automatically filled in the missing pieces.
He felt he was patching things up pretty well.
After Qi Chimu heard this, he didn’t speak, but several cracks bloomed on the teacup in his hand.
Who knew how much hatred one must have for a man of ordinary strength to squeeze a teacup into cracking?
When the man finished reporting, he calmly and unobtrusively continued to stand by the pavilion column, acting like he didn’t exist.
But for a while, Qi Chimu sat there blankly due to these words.
He had never heard even one good word from Bai Weiwei’s mouth.
Any good words were forced out by him.
He had never once thought that she could not just stab people with her words and could speak such beautiful praises.
It was true that she had met the man she liked.
Hence, her ardently passionate behavior.
At this thought, those words of praise became the most vicious knives, turning everything in his heart on its head.
His five viscera and six bowels felt sharp pain.
It was more painful than when he died in his previous life.
His fingers kept trembling, and he didn’t dare to lift his head to look at them.
He was afraid he’d be unable to suppress the murderous aura in his heart.
He could not be impulsive. If Weiwei was truly moved by emotions, killing that Ping whatever would push her away completely.
It would be best to lock that dog man up and torture him, hanging him for an entire lifetime, unable to live nor die.
Then make Bai Weiwei come and beg him. For that man’s life, she could only follow him for the rest of her life.
Unable to run away anywhere.
This was the best method.
He slowly took a sip of the cooled tea. He tasted the blood in his mouth.
He stuck out his tongue and slowly licked the corners of his lips. He used too much force, causing his lips to bleed.
1: 劲服: The common features I’m seeing from Google Images are the wide sleeves and wide belt. Typically worn in martial artist settings or worn by martial artists.↩
