The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife-Chapter 493: Has the Ninth Prince Fallen So Low? Sending His Men to Steal a Horse

In the northern outskirts of the capital, Qing Feng, clutching the Imperial Tiger Sigil and the imperial edict, struggled with every step. The snowstorm was fierce, and without a fast horse, he debated whether to wait for the storm to pass before heading to Yuan State. But that could cause an unknown delay, and the situation in the capital was dire!

A sudden sound of hoofbeats snapped Qing Feng out of his thoughts. Horses? He strained his ears and took a few steps toward the approaching group. They were all cloaked and hurried through the snowstorm, their faces tightly covered.

Qing Feng, carrying such important items, didn’t want to reveal his identity. "Brother, I have urgent business in Yuan State. Could you sell me a horse?" he asked. free𝑤ebnovel.com

The lead man responded coldly, "Scram."

Qing Feng felt a flash of irritation. "Quite the temper you’ve got there. I really have urgent business. If you won’t sell, I’ll just have to take it by force." Though not honorable, the lives of thousands in the capital depended on him, and he would rather be a villain once than let them down.

The man’s eyes, the only visible part of his face, glinted coldly. "If you block my way again, I’ll kill you."

Qing Feng placed a hand on his sword’s hilt and laughed. "If you want to kill me, let’s see if you have the skill. Don’t come crying for mercy later; that’d be embarrassing."

He had grown stronger and was determined to take a horse today! However, the night concealed much, and when the black mist shot toward him, he realized too late that the man was using dark arts. Swords were useless, as were internal techniques!

Backing away, Qing Feng shouted, "You’re cheating! Using dark arts, are you?"

If he had known the man was this tough, he wouldn’t have tried to stop him.

"Stop!" A hurried voice came from behind. "Just teach him a lesson; no need to take his life!" The speaker was Chu Yan.

He urged his horse forward, preventing Qi Hong from killing Qing Feng. Qi Hong, already irritated by the snowy journey, wasn’t concerned for himself but worried about Chu Yan suffering in the cold. Encountering someone trying to steal a horse gave him an outlet for his anger, but he stopped when Chu Yan intervened.

Though Qi Hong was reluctant, he withdrew the black mist, his voice and gaze softening. "A’Yuan is right, I’ll listen to you."

Chu Yan breathed a sigh of relief, holding the reins as he spoke to Qing Feng. "Big brother, we have urgent matters too, and can’t sell you a horse. Please understand."

Qing Feng narrowed his eyes. The youth was wrapped tightly, making it hard to recognize him, but the voice...

He stepped closer, trying to get a better look at the young man. Sensing the movement, Qi Hong immediately unleashed the black mist again, gripping Qing Feng by the throat. "What are you trying to do to A’Yuan?"

With Qi Hong around, no one could touch A’Yuan!

Qing Feng gasped for air, and as he struggled, the items he carried fell to the ground. Dizzy, he managed to choke out, "Is it... the Fifth Young Master?"

Chu Yan lowered his face covering and stepped forward to see Qing Feng’s face clearly. "You are Qing Feng!"

He cried out, quickly ordering Qi Hong to stop.

Qi Hong, startled, hurriedly recalled the black mist. But his heart sank. Qing Feng knew A’Yuan, and he had just been rough with him--would A’Yuan be angry with him now?

Qing Feng collapsed to the ground, coughing violently. Chu Yan dismounted and rushed over. "Qing Feng, are you alright?"

Qing Feng continued coughing. Chu Yan grew anxious, instructing Qi Hong to bring water. Without a word, Qi Hong complied.

After drinking the water and catching his breath, Qing Feng’s coughing subsided. But the marks on his neck were still visible, making a striking impression.

Qi Hong removed his face covering, eyed Qing Feng, and smirked. "Isn’t this the Ninth Prince’s personal guard? Has the Ninth Prince fallen so low that he sends his men to steal horses?"

Qing Feng froze, glaring at Qi Hong. "What nonsense are you spouting?"

"See, he’s getting angry! I must’ve hit the mark," Qi Hong chuckled.

Qing Feng clenched his fists. "Once I complete this mission, I’ll return to the prince’s side!"

Qi Hong noticed something had fallen and used the black mist to pick it up. Qing Feng, still lost in his frustrations, didn’t notice.

Qi Hong opened the object and frowned. "The Imperial Tiger Sigil?" He unfolded the imperial edict and let out a delighted laugh. "So, the capital has indeed fallen into chaos."

Only then did Qing Feng realize his belongings had been taken, and he panicked. "Give it back!"

His heart raced. If Emperor Qi got his hands on this, Mu Nation would be doomed!

Qi Hong, manipulating the black mist, made it impossible for Qing Feng to move. With a smirk, he said, "Coming all this way to Mu Nation wasn’t for nothing. How could I return something so important?"

He read through the edict, understanding that Border Nation’s plan had succeeded. What shocked him most was that Emperor Muwu had not named a successor in the transmission edict!

His eyes gleamed with excitement--this was a golden opportunity!

Qing Feng, bound by the black mist and unable to act, broke into a cold sweat. He was out of luck. With the mission failed, he might never return to the prince’s side. In his desperation and grief, tears rolled down his face.

Chu Yan, flustered, rushed over, snatching the items back from Qi Hong and returning them to Qing Feng. "Qing Feng, these things are too important. I won’t let anyone take them. Don’t worry."

He then glared at Qi Hong. "Stop using your dark arts! Mu Nation is in chaos, and you’re enjoying it, aren’t you?"

Chastened, Qi Hong bit his lip and withdrew the black mist. If he kept causing trouble, A’Yuan might truly get upset with him.