Not like it.
But this Idle Prince truly was extraordinary.
The Fate Arts Masters glanced at one another. Their eyes had been opened.
Li Qingxian looked at Qiao Heng and said, "Young Master Qiao, I'll leave the people here to you. Don't hurt anyone. You only need to make sure they don't leave within the next three years."
"That's all?" Qiao Heng's expression turned probing.
"If you kill someone, you'll pay with your life."
"Yes, yes, yes..." Qiao Heng hurriedly nodded.
The House Qiao members sighed inwardly. Qiao Heng looked slick and powdered, and he was indeed a master in matters of the heart—he had even gotten involved with the steward's wife—but he was still the eldest young master of House Qiao, responsible for the family's most important weapon manufacturing and sales. Throughout Gold and Silver Island, he was notorious for being ruthless and vicious.
Yet before these people, he was like a docile little lamb.
Li Qingxian looked at the villagers and said, "Of course, the premise is that you remain in the village as usual and continue doing everything you used to do. If anyone tries to flee, or even sends word out, they will be treated as a mortal enemy. Qiao Heng, such people are yours to deal with."
"Rest assured." Qiao Heng straightened his chest and swept his gaze over the crowd with a smile. "All of you have heard my name, more or less. This master has the virtue of cherishing life, but since I, Qiao Heng, have promised him, I will do everything in my power, spill my liver and brains upon the ground. So if any of you wish to leak word out, be prepared to face our House Qiao."
Every villager's expression changed. They knew perfectly well that House Qiao was a