There Are Always Those Who Don't Fear Death

Drums and horns thundered, music shook the heavens. Several thousand sturdy men in red carried enormous gift chests, marching in neat ranks through the palace city with great fanfare. Thus, the palace city, which had seemed somewhat grim and deathly still after the rebellion and bloodshed of the past few days, abruptly came alive. The gates of many residences stood open, and their masters emerged one after another, standing outside with complicated expressions as they watched this grand procession.

Lin Qi wore a red robe and rode a black steed at the very front of the procession.

To his left was Hu Tu, flushed with triumph and high spirits, though his eyes rolled about restlessly. To his right was Hu Ye, flaring his nostrils and glaring, occasionally biting his beard as he glowered fiercely at Lin Qi. Behind him, Hu Xinzhu, Longcheng, Ying Qin, Ying Shao, Long Lian, Xing Tianyao, Xiong Wanjin, and the others were lined up in a row.

Xiong Wanjin was simply happy for Lin Qi. In his eyes, Lin Qi was a friend who had escaped death and risked his life alongside him, a brother-in-arms bound by life and death. What could be better than Lin Qi marrying a princess of the Blood Qin Empire?

Ying Qin, meanwhile, watched Ying Shao beside him with wary eyes. He knew full well just how immense the financial power of this secret merchant from the Western Continent was. If the wealth of Lin Qi's family, the fiefdom of the three provinces he would receive in the future, and all the riches of Princess Qingli's fief, the Qingli Kingdom, were all placed at Ying Shao's disposal, then without question, Ying Shao would become the prince among the imperial princes with the greatest financial strength and influence.

That was no good