"Xie Chuanhu, can we drop the act now?â Shengsi rubbed her temples. âWhat profit do I gain from killing you twice? Shouldnât you ask that of the one who buried you in the first place?â
âGreat Guest!â Gui Fengâs eyes widened. âYou're only an officiant. How dare you speak to Lord Jiawei in such a manner!â
Chuanhu raised his hand slightly, signaling it was fine. Gui Feng bowed, though he cast Shengsi a sharp glance.
She hadnât expected him to be this difficult.
Grandfather Li should have been the one to handle this, to question Chuanhu and bring him back.
âXie Chuanhu?â Chuanhu repeated, subdued.
âThat is your name, right? And you have this dream because you admire the Duke?â Shengsi crossed her arms. âWe can still play the game, but may I call you Xie Chuanhu now?â
âYou!â The servant pointed at her.
Shengsiâs expression softened. âI know you may not know that the Duke of Zhongyong is missing, and perhaps you are one of those who admire him, dreaming of his honor and glory⌠but the entire nation mourns his loss, while you dream his life.â
â Tossing Dragon And Tiger
