Chen Wei had certainly been brave when he arrived, his head full of the notion that riches and honor were won through danger. He had thought that with the Great Heavenly Venerable's Imperial Decree in hand and the Heavenly Court's authority on his side, he could emerge unscathed, however difficult this assignment proved.
But once he actually faced Yang Jian, his nerve faltered.
Nezha, however, wasn't nervous at all. He swaggered over to the Stone Table and plopped down. "Second Brother, long time no see."
"My good brother." Yang Jian personally poured Nezha a cup of Clear Tea, his voice gentle. "What brings you to my Guanjiangkou today?"
"Heh-heh." Nezha lifted the cup without drinking, merely letting out a wicked chuckle as his eyes darted back and forth between Yang Jian and Chen Wei.
What had he come for?
To collect the corpse, of course. But he couldn't say that yet.
Seeing this, Chen Wei knew he couldn't keep playing a wooden dummy. Whether he stuck his neck out or pulled it back, the blade would fall all the same.
Since he was already in the courtyard, the show had to go on.
"True Lord!" Chen Wei forcibly suppressed his unease and held the Imperial Decree before him with both hands. "This humble official has come to Guanjiangkou under the Great Heavenly Venerable's Imperial Decree, expressly to escort the Third-"
"Oh, why make it so complicated?" Nezha suddenly slapped his thigh and cut in. "Second Brother, don't listen to him chewing over fancy words. He came to steal your sister."
The words left Chen Wei completely dumbfounded.
What was this called?
A civil official meeting a military commander, a scholar meeting a soldier-reason was useless.
Back in Lingxiao Palace, he had worked through his speech over and over, preparing several