Chapter 483: I invited you for tea, but you wouldn't drink
The moment the King of Wu entered the front hall, he saw a young master whose face was as fine as polished jade, with a Sacred Mark engraved between his brows, carefully wiping a bronze sword. His manner rather resembled the king's own when exploring a beauty's tender flesh.
Seeming to hear the footsteps, Luo Qing raised his head. A potbellied middle-aged man had walked in, dressed in the robes of a Great Han Lords King.
The two exchanged a glance.
Luo Qing pointed to the mat beside him. "King of Wu, please take a seat."
Luo Qing's conduct was extremely discourteous. Ordinarily, the King of Wu would certainly have flown into a rage, but now his conscience was uneasy, and he did not want trouble. He settled onto the mat, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Young Master, your distinguished presence brings luster to my humble Wu State. May I ask what important business brings you here, and whether you require my assistance?"
The white cloth in Luo Qing's hand moved slowly over the blade. Then he lightly swung the spotless Precious Sword and said, "Your Majesty, do you know where this sword came from?"
The King of Wu paused at the question. "I do not. Please enlighten me, Young Master."
Luo Qing chuckled softly. "This is a Precious Sword King Zhao of Zhou bestowed upon my clan a thousand years ago. There is a story behind it.
"Please allow me to tell it to Your Majesty," Qing said.
"At the time, a treacherous minister named Yu tried to sow discord between the Son of Heaven of Zhou and the Luo State. So the Son of Heaven of Zhou personally killed him in the Great Hall of