Rebirth Of Chen An

Chapter 163: To the Imperial City

Translator: Flying Lines

All the bandits were captured without a single casualty on the General’s side; this wasn’t the first such victory in the general’s record, yet it was the one won with the greatest ease.

The soldiers had hardly gone into the village when the bandits gave themselves up. The victory belonged to the general, yet of course the one who attracted the most attention and gained the most out of it was Chen An.

Because of his outstanding performance in the battle, Chen An and Ding Sheng turned from captives to honored guests. The General was cold towards them outwardly, as always, yet arrangements were made to accommodate the two; only their weapons were again taken from them.

Chen An and Ding Sheng congratulated themselves that they’d dissembled the weapons before they set out, and thus anyone using them needed to put them back together before anything else. If they hadn’t, it would be a catastrophe.

“That General really does look like Lu Feng. Uncle Chen, do you think he is Lu Feng?” Ding Sheng could not help but ask Chen An the question again.

Last time, Chen An could not give him a definite answer, but now he was sure about what he was going to say. Shaking his head, the man answered: “not the Lu Feng I know.”

Though they had the same appearance, the same name, and even similar personality, a feeling had grown stronger within Chen An in the past few days: this person was not the Lu Feng he’d known.

Chen An wasn’t so muddled as to mistake someone with the same appearance as the person he loved. He hadn’t lived all these years without having that figured out; otherwise he would not be the Old Fox.

As Ding Sheng and Chen An sat in their room and discussed in a small voice about their next move, there came a knock on the door. A middle-aged man with a gentle voice said outside the door: “revered gods, I’m Qingyu. Sorry to bother you.”

“Come in, please.” Chen An and Ding Sheng exchanged looks and stopped their discussion.

The tall and lean man, who looked a bit like Zhu Geliang (a genius military strategist from the Three Kingdoms Period), walked in with a friendly smile on his face, and bowed respectfully towards Chen An and Ding Sheng. The suddenly-turned-so-polite man made Chen An and Ding Sheng feel a bit awkward.

Model Youth Ding Sheng stood up in a hurry and bowed back in a likely manner; his awkward gesture amused Chen An into a smile.

“No need for these niceties, counsellor, if you regard us as friends.” Seated in his chair, Chen An gestured to the counsellor and took another cup, poured tea into it, and added, “come and sit here, please.”

His relaxed but friendly manner quickly earned the counsellor’s good opinion, who became more convinced that this man was not the departed bad emperor.

“Much obliged.”

Qingyu walked over, sat down, and immediately addressed the elephant in the room: “since you are no ordinary people, I think you must know why I’m here, so I will spare you the preamble.”

“I myself am not one for preamble, so if you have questions, fire away. But before that, could you please enlighten me on some matters concerning the General and your ‘bad emperor’?”

Chen An’s words made the counsellor pause; he did not expect the man to cut so directly at the heart of the matter. After a moment’s hesitation, Qingyu sighed and said: “at first I doubted whether you are the emperor. Now I’m sure you are not him even though you have the same name and appearance.”