TCN: Mei Gongqing

Chapter 118: A Repeat of the Past?

Chapter 118: A Repeat of the Past?

Murong Ke sneered. Behind the mask, his blade-like eyes shot a glare at Wang Hong. "Wang Qilang, I didn't bring my army here today to trade barbs with you." He next pointed to the coffin behind him and ordered, "Lift it up."

"Aye."

Four soldiers came out to raise the golden coffin and bring it toward the fortress.

As he watched them near and haughtily place the coffin at the foot of the city wall, Wang Hong shook his head in reply. "It would be impolite of me to not return your kindness. I, too, have prepared a gift for young master Ke. Send it over for me, will you?"

"Aye."

Ten servants from the Wang family carried out five chests and flung them over the wall.

The chests smashed into pieces from the great height, and revealed heaps of clothes inside.

Indeed they had been filled with clothes. But these clothes were colorful, thin and gaudy – something only courtesans would wear.

No one had thought the elegant and noble Wang Hong could actually throw out such things. Instantaneously, the whisperings stopped to give sound to Wang Hong's pleasant voice: "You've been on my mind ever since we last said goodbye. These are clothes I collected over the years. I now finally have a chance to give them to you in person."

He smiled, his voice was even gentler compared to when he spoke to Chen Rong. "It has been two years. These garments are now old, and you have also grown. Most of them won't look good on you anymore. Since they are now ruined, we should also call an end to all of this."

His words were as ambiguous as one could want them to be, his tone was as gentle as one could wish it to be.

All of a sudden, the scholars on the fortress broke into laughter that only grew louder and louder.

As the laughter spread, the feeble Jins' instinctive fear of war and the terror brought about by the enemy's siege were swept away.

Ran Min harrumphed, furrowing his brow as he did. The driver standing behind him laughingly remarked, "It's truly unheard of to use such a method to encourage morale."

Be it the Jins or the Xianbei tribe who followed everything the Jins did, ambiguous affairs between men were entirely common during this time. Not only were they common, they were even trending with time...

Anyone may laugh it off in this social environment, but Murong Ke was different. He carried the Murong clan's madness in his blood, and hated being called a catamite.

Because he hated others talking about his looks, he went as far as wearing masks year after year. He was moreover a commander at this moment. There were countless soldiers behind him who respected him and swore loyalty to him.

The Xianbei soldiers below the fortress wall raged like thunder. Murong Ke gave a howl and charged ahead on horseback.

At this time, two of his commanders reached out to stop him.

Whatever they said to him, Murong Ke huffed and puffed and slowly calmed down.

Meanwhile, on the wall, Huan Jiulang said to Wang Hong, "The boy finally eased up."

Wang Hong nodded. As he stared at Murong Ke who was stewing at him, his mouth upturned into a smile. He flapped his sleeves and said, "Let's go."

"Why are we leaving?"