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The Pseudo-Princely Heir: System’s Early Gamble (Web Novel) - Chapter 210: Really Not Caring About Face at All! 4
Chapter 210: Really Not Caring About Face at All! 4
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Simply planting a few dead soldiers into the Bureau of the Lamp, allowing them to serve as guards for the royal ceremony, wasn’t enough. She also needed to place some top Devil Clan warriors, or even the Devil Emperor himself, in place of certain Court ministers to take on new identities and attend the royal ceremony.
It was convenient for them to stab Emperor Zhou in the back.
This time, dealing with Emperor Zhou, a Sky-Man, the Devil Emperor was key.
However, the last time, the Devil Emperor from the Green Hill fox tribe was discovered early by Emperor Zhou and sent back to the Eight-layered Devil Realm; coming back would require more effort.
But that was no longer something for the Queen of the South Ming to worry about herself.
All she needed to do was complete the replacement.
Even though she was merely an avatar of the Abyss Demon Emperor and could exert limited strength, she was confident in this essential skill of hers.
She was able to perfectly transform the former prince into the King of South Ming without Emperor Zhou noticing anything amiss, so replacing some Devil Clan warriors with Court ministers to attend the royal ceremony was naturally not much of a challenge.
This ability was also key to her cooperation with the Devil Clan and her control over the former prince, allowing her, a mere avatar of the Abyss Demon Emperor, to carve out her share of the benefits.
“Ha~ So exhausting…”
“Indeed, I am not adept at the cunning schemes of the Human Race. If the original could come, it would not require such an effort…”
The Queen of the South Ming yawned, stretching her enchanting body provocatively, her curves becoming even more striking and captivating with her movements.
The smoothness and softness of her delicate body were evident just from the sight of it.
…
The Queen of the South Ming left.
Cheng Guang sat listlessly by the stone table, sipping tea and pondering.
The recently departed Qing Luan had now returned.
As she approached Cheng Guang, she occasionally looked back, as if searching for the Queen of the South Ming.
Coming closer, Qing Luan asked with curiosity, “Princely Heir, why did the Princess come to visit today, seeking you out alone without even notifying the lady of the house?”
Cheng Guang held his teacup with a grin, swishing the tea around lightly, and replied nonchalantly, “Ah, she probably has taken a fancy to me.”
Hearing this, Qing Luan pursed her red lips slightly, half-coquettishly, half-reproachfully, and rubbed Cheng Guang’s shoulder.
“Princely Heir, you jest again. The Princess is a senior in status, you can’t use words like ‘taken a fancy’ to describe…”
As Qing Luan spoke, her pretty face reddened unintentionally again.
It seemed she was reminded of something impure.
Cheng Guang chuckled and shook his head, not really caring.
No point in explaining why the Queen of the South Ming came looking for him; he might as well just brush it off this way.
With that diversion from Cheng Guang, Qing Luan’s thoughts shifted from the Queen of the South Ming.
Just as she was about to speak further, she seemed to notice something, turned her head, and looked outside the gate.
A few moments passed, and Steward Wang’s figure appeared from around the corner of the shaded path outside the Million Specie Garden.
“Princely Heir.”
Steward Wang stood outside the courtyard, bowing respectfully to Cheng Guang, then said, “Princely Heir, there are visitors, and… quite a few…”
“I wasn’t sure if the Princely Heir knew them, so I didn’t send them away, I came to ask for your decision.”
“Visitors? And quite a few?”
Qing Luan was puzzled upon hearing Steward Wang’s words.
On a normal day, it was already quite significant for Duke Zhen’s Mansion to have a couple of guests visit.
But from what Steward Wang implied, it seemed there was a crowd of visitors.
Steward Wang nodded in affirmation and looked at Cheng Guang, asking respectfully, “Princely Heir, those people claim to be friends and wish to see you. Seeing their number is considerable and they don’t appear to be fabricating, I came to ask if you want to meet with them.”
“If the Princely Heir doesn’t wish to see them, I will send them all away.”
Qing Luan frowned, slightly confused, “How many people are there?”
Steward Wang answered, “About fifty…”
“Fifty?” Qing Luan exclaimed, covering her mouth in surprise, and turned to look at her Princely Heir.
She thought to herself that all of the Princely Heir’s friends put together probably didn’t add up to fifty.
How come suddenly fifty people show up, asking specifically to meet with the Princely Heir himself?
Perhaps they were swindlers from the Martial World?
Qing Luan was a bit angry. She couldn’t believe that scammers like them dared to come to Duke Zhen’s Mansion.
Just as she was about to speak up and help Cheng Guang decline them,
Cheng Guang stopped her with a smile and said to Steward Wang, “Let’s go, take me to meet them.”
Cheng Guang truly hadn’t expected the Queen of the South Ming to act so efficiently; she said she would send someone right away, and not long after, they had arrived.
Even in time for lunch.
She must really be in a hurry.
Cheng Guang couldn’t help but sigh to himself.
Steward Wang quickly nodded and led Cheng Guang out of the residence.
Qing Luan, surprised to hear Cheng Guang’s words, wondered why the Princely Heir seemed to have anticipated these visitors’ arrival.
She didn’t understand and followed Cheng Guang somewhat dazedly.
Cheng Guang slowly finished the tea in his arms, lightly kicked the emo Black Cub at his feet, stood up, and followed Steward Wang out of the courtyard.
After about fifteen minutes, they reached the outside of the mansion.
Outside Duke Zhen’s Mansion, on the broad alley paved with white Chinese marble, stood more than fifty men dressed in black, martial attire, all with a stern demeanor.
