Although Ji Yancheng was narrow-minded, impulsive, and quick to anger, he was no fool.
The last time at Fenghua Pavilion, Zou Qingxuan's blatant attempt to drag him into things had been impossible to miss.
Once Zou Qingxuan made his move, he and Su Xin had become mortal enemies, with no chance of reconciliation.
But Ji Yancheng was a prince of Great Zhou. If Su Xin had been one of the Four Great Constables, that would have been another matter, but he didn't take a mere Chief Constable seriously. Besides, Su Xin had once helped his younger brother.
Still, there was a world of difference between choosing to make an enemy of Su Xin himself and being dragged into it by Zou Qingxuan. That left Ji Yancheng deeply displeased; he had never been a generous man.
But he knew he needed the backing of the Qingcheng Sword Sect, which stood behind Zou Qingxuan. So although he was unhappy, he said nothing.
Watching Ji Yancheng's expression, Liu Xuancheng's eyes glinted. He smiled amiably and said, "Su Xin is only a Chief Constable. He's no cause for concern. If Your Highness wishes to get rid of him, once I've secured my position in the Imperial Tribute Hall, I'll be sure to help you deal with him."
Ji Yancheng smiled and was just about to say something when a voice came from outside the door. "Brother Liu, you certainly talk a big game—and your killing intent is impressive too. You haven't even entered the Imperial Tribute Hall yet, and you're already planning to deal with me, Su.
"Well, I've come right to your doorstep. Why don't you try dealing with me now?"
Su Xin pushed open the door, a faint, inscrutable smile on his face. The three men inside were all somewhat embarrassed.
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