The Swordsman of the Gods

013. What Makes You Warm to Sleep

Wulan Palace.

After what he did to one of Luo's followers, Leader Wang came to report to Emperor Ming this morning.

“Ashura don't come back to my house. I'm worried that he's running away or something. But there is good news about him.”

Wang Xian informed him of the whereabouts of Yongchun's second wife. Starting from the name, age to the face that Wang Xian was able to describe. Emperor Ming seemed satisfied that Wang Xian was completely painstaking in his duties.

“Then what about his first wife? Did he come along with his second wife? I want to see them, whether they are just ordinary women or warriors.”

“Unfortunately, his first wife did not come. But in retrospect, his second wife who came suddenly, was probably just a coincidence. Perhaps from the beginning Asyura did not want his two wives to be involved in this,” Wang Xian thought.

“Hm, there's a point. Besides his second wife is very young, at that age he must have a side of carelessness that is very large.”

“Your Majesty has a point. Then regarding whether they are just ordinary people or warriors, I honestly still can not be sure. When viewed from the short clothes, maybe he is a swordsman but no weapons are stored in him,” said Wang Xian.

Emperor Ming laughed. “Hahaha! If she is a swordsman then it is clear that she is not comparable to her husband. But it would be nice if he was just an ordinary person.”

Hearing Emperor Ming laugh, Wang Xian was quite satisfied and relieved of something.

“Oh, yes. What about the development? And is she talking about her wedding?” ask Emperor Ming.

“I heard Princess Yu Jie meet her. Ashura also informed about the deal. So I think, he began to be interested in the emperor's daughter,” he said as he smiled. “Then its abundant strength. He has the eyes of a cursed god, it would be better to get rid of it after this unification happens,” Wang Xian added.

“You're right. Where is there a man who is able to take his eyes off my youngest daughter. Even if he is blind.”

The conversation was clearly only the two of them themselves heard. And no one expected anyone other than the two of them to listen to him. Bing He, hearing everything they said was important news for Yongchun.

Bing He had already understood something that turned out to be Emperor Ming planning something other than the process of unification of this eastern country. Hearing that, Bing He was a little annoyed. He left by biting his lower lip, holding back anger while he could.

Drap, Drap!

“Is there someone?”

“No.”

It seemed that the guards heard a heavy but useless sound of footsteps when searched for at any time because a man who made the move had left.

Bing He left and appeared suddenly from the front window of Princess Yu Jie's room. The appearance of a crow's tail descended down, leaving Yu Jie shocked to death.

“Hii!! I thought who Bing He was. Aren't you with Mr. As.I mean Yongchun, I hear?” thought Yu Jie, he saw the arrival of Bing He who was currently no longer part of Wulan Palace.

“I am indeed under Mr. Wang Yongchun now. I also came here because of his request,” said Bing He.

Yu Jie took a sitting position facing Bing He, ready to listen to what he wanted or said.

“Please say anything, Mr. Bing He. Even though Father has thrown you away, that doesn't mean we're not familiar anymore, right?” he said while smiling.

Bing He nodded in agreement.

***

These continuing days. The more daytime and hot the sun makes the skin feel sore. However, the hot weather then turned a little cold. Yongchun decided to return to Wang's residence with Wang Nam's cousin.

“Huh, somehow it feels so cold today.” Several times Yongchun exhaled his cold breath.

He leaned against the wall while looking outside the front yard. While rubbing both palms and then he folded his arms tightly so that it was not too cold he felt.

DraKKkkp...

Wang Xian came and suddenly opened the door to Yongchun's room, leaving him shocked. It comes with two small cups and a drink that can warm itself.

“Snowy winter is coming. Drink this so you feel warm.” Wang Xian thrust the small cup that had contained the drink at him.

“Suddenly came so, making me shocked. I also don't want to drink anything else. I really want to avoid that.” Yongchun rubbed his palm again.

“Oh, yes? Ah, earlier sorry for opening the door all of a sudden. Because I'm afraid you've never faced cold weather like this, because a lot of people have died because of it ..you know?” wang Xian said as he sipped a cup filled with wine.

“There is no need to worry about me, Wang Xian. You've done enough to help me get out of any trouble, so you'd better get out of here. Just sorry,” said the indifferent Yongchun.

“Yes, I'm sorry you're so stiff. Don't want to hear what happened to the second position of the cult leader? Leader Luo of the Wind Palm sect? He's dead.”

Yongchun's breathing grew colder. Especially after Wang Xian mentioned the name of the dead Luo.

“What did you say?”

“Oh, you are interested in the death of others apparently. I want to drink and talk to you for a while. Come, I pour and drink together.” Wang Xian smiled curiously looking low at Yongchun who then approached him.

Wang Xian handed him a cup of wine which Yongchun drank. Slowly he felt his body warm. At a time like this, there were only the two of them in the room and talking about something.

“Lo's leader has committed suicide. Of course, everyone doesn't believe that. That is why it will probably be told something else to the common people and all the warriors. Then, do you believe it, Yongchun?” Wang Xian asked, his thick eyebrows seem thicker when this person is interested in something.

Yongchun was silent for a while. Then reply to his words, “I can't believe that the person who was in second position died by suicide. If true, what was the problem until he decided to do it?” yongchun asked was reasonable.

“Sometimes a lot of pressure. Moreover, many of the cult leaders were often cold war among others including from his followers,” he explained.

“There is something like that among the cult leaders,” said Yongchun who then downed his drink.

“Iya true. We are more interested in fighting among others not through the Power Stone Arena but directly in the moments of ordinary days,” Wang Xian said once again filling the Yongchun cup.

Bruk!

Yongchun's body suddenly collapsed after the cup of wine passed through his dry throat once again. Wang Xian cleared his throat and stared with a frown.

“Is the drink that strong until you get drunk, Yongchun?” he murmured as he again downed the last cup of wine.