Chapter 970: Chapter 219: Yellow Weasel Brings a Chicken as New Year’s Tribute (Part 2)

The blind man heard this and nodded, saying:

"That’s easy. In future expeditions, my lord can bring a coffin each time, and just say you’re going to battle with a coffin, and you won’t return until the enemy is defeated."

Liang Cheng added, "There’s another way, which is for my lord to level up twice, and I can recover twice. Then awakening him is just a matter of minutes."

Upon hearing this, the blind man suddenly didn’t want to speak anymore because he hadn’t leveled up yet.

Zheng Fan helplessly reached out to rub his forehead,

and cursed:

"So what the hell is this situation? I now feel like the protagonist from some old dramas, where you’re given a couple of damaged artifacts to gradually develop and restore them."

A Sword Saint,

crippled;

A Left Valley King,

down.

It’s no exaggeration to say, if the Sword Saint was at his peak, and Shatuo Queshi was also at his peak.

Lord Zheng could take both to Yanjing, of course, keeping some distance to avoid being surrounded by thousands of imperial guards,

distance is safe,

standing on a small hill,

and greet the Yan Emperor residing in the palace inside.

Moreover,

if a bit more carefree,

with Sword Saint and Shatuo Queshi behind him,

Zheng Fan could sit on the doorstep,

and when Lord Jingnan Tian Wujing rides over on his Pixiu,

lightly tap the doorstep beside him,

saying:

"Why stand there, come sit here."

The blind man seemed to see through what my lord was thinking,

and said:

"My lord, if the Sword Saint wasn’t crippled and Shatuo Queshi wasn’t dead, they wouldn’t be by your side."

"Blind man, is this a taunt?"

"No, I am comforting you."

"Okay, comforting."

Zheng Fan reached out and patted the coffin lid, then pointed at the wall opposite, asking:

"I heard the wild people king had a seizure last night?"

The blind man replied, "Probably because he lived too long next to Shatuo Queshi, his body was affected by the negative energy and had some issues."

Ordinary people might fall ill just being hit by bad luck, let alone living next to a great zombie.

The wild people king’s skills are all about brains, himself, he doesn’t have much cultivation base.

Zheng Fan glanced at Liang Cheng and asked, "Is there any problem?"

Liang Cheng answered succinctly, "If it’s just sickness until now, slowly, he should be able to adapt."

"Alright, then no need to change his room."

Zheng Fan clapped his hands, and said:

"Let’s go, let’s pay a visit to the princess."

Mentioning the princess brought a smile to Lord Zheng’s face. Though when he came out of the illusion last night, he vomited so much, feeling like he had been spun in a drum for kilometers.

But, he had to admit, he had a lot of fun last night.

It’s just a shame, such scenes are one-off; Shatuo Queshi had sunk to sleep heavily, and Mo Wan was also listless today.

Leaving the underground and ascending to the surface, Zheng Fan led everyone to the West House.

At the entrance of West House, a line of guards stood, all personal attendants of the princess.

As Zheng Fan and his group approached,

those twenty-something guards immediately drew their blades pointing here, the leader shouted:

"Halt!"

"How dare you wield blades at Lord Zheng in Lord Pingye’s estate!"

Liang Cheng took a step forward, staring directly at them.

Indeed, as a great zombie, and after leading troops for years, his imposing manner was undeniably there.

"Seventh Uncle orders, outsiders may not enter West House!"

Yet the guards beside the princess weren’t ordinary folk; scaring them away easily wasn’t possible.

Liang Cheng clapped his hands,

and shouted:

"Men!"

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

In an instant, a group of armored soldiers rushed from the rear, while soldiers wielding crossbows appeared over West House’s courtyard wall.

The security at Lord Pingye’s estate has always been paramount, especially after the princess moved in, it was further enhanced.

"In ten breaths, if you don’t sheathe your blades, kill them immediately!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

Just then, Seventh Uncle appeared, seeing the scene and immediately reprimanding his men:

"This is Lord Pingye’s estate, how dare you draw blades on the Lord, sheath them all!"

The guards then sheathed their blades.

At this point, Liang Cheng also naturally retreated.

Zheng Fan stepped forward,

and saluted Seventh Uncle:

"Seventh Uncle, what does the princess mean by this?"

"I beg you not to take offense, it’s due to circumstances, Lord Pingye, please come inside."

Zheng Fan nodded, and followed Seventh Uncle into West House.

Actually, due to last night’s events, Zheng Fan knew roughly the princess would have a hard time waking up, may even become a ’vegetative state’;

But the incident happened in his own home, although he did everything perfectly with no trace, there’s still a bit of suspicion, so knowing the security would be tight due to the princess’s condition, Zheng Fan still forced his way in, it was even Liang Cheng’s proactive response earlier was to deliberately showcase military force to inversely wash away his own suspicion.

...

"What, the princess is ill?"

Zheng Fan exclaimed in disbelief.

"Alas, indeed." Seventh Uncle sighed, but his eyes were fixed on Zheng Fan.

But Lord Zheng’s acting skills have progressed rapidly over the years, naturally leaving no flaws for Seventh Uncle to spot.

Moreover, with examples like the Sword Saint before, Zheng Fan knew these sword masters, though skilled in swordsmanship, in other aspects, are quite average, there’s no need to panic.

After a round of exchanges, Seventh Uncle spoke:

"Lord, the princess’s illness is tricky, I plan to take her to Fengxin City to seek treatment from Lord Jingnan."