561 Alliance (2)
“It’s good that you still remember my name.” Xie Jingxing walked forward with a smile, but the smile did not reach his eyes.
“How have you been, Xie Changchao?”
“Aren’t you dead?” A look of fear began to appear on Xie Changchao’s face. He said anxiously, “Didn’t you get shot in the heart by ten thousand arrows on the battlefield in the Northern border and die long ago? Are you a human or a ghost? Don’t come over!” He said it quickly and anxiously, trying to conceal his fear.
Xie Jingxing said, “Do you think I’m a human or a ghost?”
Xie Changchao was stunned.
The young man in front of him was dressed in gorgeous clothes and had an arrogant posture. Two years ago, Xie Jingxing was a treasure sword, but now that this treasure sword was finally unsheathed, it carried a restrained killing intent, making everyone unable to ignore the sharp edge.
Xie Changchao’s gaze landed on the silver mask in Xie Jingxing’s hand and his heart skipped a beat.
If Xie Jingxing was really a ghost, how could he appear as Prince Rui? Xie Changchao remembered very clearly that when Xie Jingxing had the mask on, he was clearly Prince Rui of the Daliang Dynasty. No wonder he and Xie Changwu always felt that Prince Rui was very similar, but they could not remember who. Now that he thought about it, it was undoubtedly Xie Jingxing. It was just that everyone knew that Xie Jingxing died on the battlefield two years ago. No one would associate Prince Rui with a person who had been dead for two years.
At the thought of this, Xie Changchao suddenly sneered and said, “I see. So you didn’t die, but you went to seek refuge with the Daliang Dynasty. I wonder what method you used to become Prince Rui. You faked your death and betrayed the country. You’re not worthy of being a descendant of the Xie family. When Father finds out about this, he will definitely be ashamed of you. Brother, you are really admirable.”
Xie Jingxing chuckled, his eyes gradually turning cold. “We don’t share the same bloodline. Xie Changchao, you’re not qualified to be my brother.”
Xie Changchao smiled disdainfully and said, “Do you really think you’re Emperor Yong Le’s brother just because you’re Prince Rui? Xie Jingxing, you always thought that you were better than everyone else, but now you’ve learned to daydream.”
Xie Jingxing did not comment.
Seeing this, Xie Changchao’s expression slowly changed. He said, “You… are you really Prince Rui?”
“So?” Xie Jingxing stared at him. “Did I tell you not to touch my things?”
Xie Changchao was stunned. Ever since he and Xie Changwu were young, they had hated Xie Jingxing. One day, when the servants were talking, he overheard that Concubine Fang was the one who forced Princess Yuqing to death. He did not know who Princess Yuqing was, but he hated Xie Jingxing very much because Xie Ding doted on him for no reason.
Xie Jingxing always had the best things. No one dared to stop him from doing whatever he wanted. Even if he hit a prince or a young master of a minister, Xie Ding would only apologize on his behalf. Once, a tiger skin was sent over from the far north and was given to Xie Jingxing by Xie Ding. It was a very rare complete tiger skin. Xie Changchao and Xie Changwu were young and secretly went to Xie Jingxing’s room to play with the tiger skin for the entire afternoon.
