“Heh.”

As if to shake off the awkwardness, the Prince of Fu smiled and said,

“Can we do that again?”

Xue San narrowed his eyes, looked at the Prince of Fu, and said,

“I’ve noticed that you Qian people seem to love acting.”

The Prince of Fu nodded and said,

“In this world, the best actors aren’t in theaters, but in the imperial court.”

“That’s a well-said line, almost as good as fifty percent of my master’s abilities.”

“Your master, no, the commander of your army this time, who is it?”

“Zheng Fan.”

The Prince of Fu frowned slightly.

“Heard of him?”

“Heard of him.”

“That’s good, proving that my master is quite famous in your Qian.”

“He actually came to attack Mianzhou City again?”

“Alas, the people of Mianzhou City are warm and hospitable, so he always has to come home and visit.”

Gamers grinding for materials and equipment will also habitually go to familiar monster areas to grind.

“But this time, you might not be able to get in.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Xue San shook his head, not worried at all, and said directly, “You’re worth more than a city.”

At the beginning of the war, killing or capturing one of the enemy’s princes would be a great achievement.

This achievement would be enough for his master to be promoted to a commander, right?

Moreover, this damn Mianzhou City, this time, will probably be the same as last time. You can break into it, but you can’t defend it at all. It’s just used to farm military merits and reputation, and you can’t get any actual territory. Therefore, in comparison, the title of a prince is more valuable.

“I admit you have some ability, but are you so sure you can win against me?”

“Don’t pretend. Don’t think I’m short. I’ve eaten more rice than you’ve eaten salt.”

“…” The Prince of Fu.

“You have too many flaws, Your Highness.”

Hearing Xue San’s evaluation, the Prince of Fu leaned back slightly.

“I’m very curious. You clearly know kung fu, but you’re hiding here. Why aren’t you helping defend the city on the wall?”

“I am a prince.”

“Yeah, you’re a noble person, but I don’t believe you’re still hiding anything at this time. After the city falls, no matter how good your kung fu is, unless you’re really a peerless master who has never been seen before, you’re going to die.”

When iron cavalry charges and people swarm, even masters have to lie down.

Earlier, when facing the suddenly emerging wolfish soldiers at the city gate, the devils also encountered great danger. If Liang Cheng hadn’t ordered the retreat in time, they might have really fallen in the city gate.

Dying before accomplishing anything, kicking the bucket in this pile of soldiers before reaching the peak of life.

Suddenly, Xue San smiled.

“What are you laughing at?” the Prince of Fu asked.

“I think this world is very interesting, because anyone can die, because if there are enough ants, they can really kill an elephant.”

What Xue San didn’t know was that he and Liang Cheng outside the city had the exact same thought at this time.

“I don’t understand.”

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand.”

“Weren’t we going to chat?”

“Oh, that’s right. Let me put it this way, you’re a prince, so you should know more secrets. Tell me, how strong is a second-rank master?”

“A second-rank master?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve never seen one.”

“Have you heard of one?”

“I haven’t heard of one either.”

“Hmm? Is third-rank the top?”

“Third-rank is a major realm with great mysteries.”

“So, the difference in strength between those of the same third-rank can be very large?”

“It should be like that.”

“You really haven’t heard of a second-rank?”

“No.”

“Then how can there be a third-rank?”

If there’s no one and two, where did the three come from?

“There should be some, but that should be a very distant matter. At least, for hundreds of years, there have only been secret speculations that some existences might reach second-rank, but no one knows for sure.”

“In short, they’re very rare, right?”

“I don’t even know if they exist in this era.”

“Don’t you think that’s very interesting too?”

“What I don’t understand is what you mean by ‘interesting.’”

“What I mean is that this ‘interesting’ thing can make our lives, our struggles, more interesting, and allow ordinary people to participate in these interesting things. Do you understand what I mean?”

“You’re doing it on purpose.”

“Hehe.”

“I can’t see through you.”

“Because I’m long.”

“When you killed Wen Le just now, there was no qi and blood flashing on your body, but you should be a martial artist.”

“I’ve always thought it’s idiotic for martial artists to shine, because it makes it too difficult for us assassins in this world to survive.”

In Xue San’s view, an assassin should be a very artistic profession.

He’s elegant, he’s artistic, he’s quiet,

But assassins are basically martial artists. If you have to shine like a firefly when assassinating,

It’s simply a desecration of aesthetic beauty!

“I still don’t understand. You’re an assassin?”

“Yes, an assassin who doesn’t shine.”

“Oh.”

“What are you ‘oh-ing’?”

“Nothing.”

“Weren’t we going to chat?”

“Oh, I was guessing your strength.”

“You just said it so frankly?”

“There are only two of us. Whether the city falls or not, you and I are going to fight, aren’t we?”

“That’s right.”

“Can I buy you off?”

“That’s a very stupid question.”

“In this world, there’s no one who can’t be bought off.”

“But you’re just a prince. What can you use to buy me off besides money?”

In this world, there really is no one who can’t be bought off. You can use “righteousness,” you can use “integrity,” you can use “belief,” and other things that are separate from money and material possessions to seduce or make them compromise. This is actually a kind of buying off.

But the Prince of Fu is just a prince. He probably only has money. These kinds of princes don’t have soldiers, and they don’t have power. Maybe they have a little bit of face, but if you get involved with his face, your reputation will become stinky.

The Prince of Fu smiled a little embarrassedly, somewhat reserved and a little shy.

“What do you mean by that smile? You wouldn’t even have money, would you?”

The Prince of Fu rubbed his hands and said,

“I’m actually quite poor.”

Silence lasted for about a minute.

Xue San said,

“Are you… on drugs?”

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of the Prince of Fu’s mouth, and he said,

“Can taking drugs be understood as taking medicine?”

Xue San nodded.

“You’re very smart, so smart that I find you a little scary. I pride myself on being a smart person, but I admit defeat in front of you.”

“Oh, that’s because you haven’t met another smarter person. He’s blind. If he were here, he could probably tell you were on drugs without even thinking.”

“Is that so? I like dealing with smart people the most in my life.”

As he said that, the Prince of Fu looked down at Wen Le, who was already lying on the ground lifeless, shook his head, and said,

“He’s not a smart person.”

Obviously, the Prince of Fu had known Wen Le’s identity for a long time.

But the Silver Armored Guards were a special operations organization directly under His Majesty. If the Silver Armored Guards put a mole next to you, even if you find out, you have to pretend you didn’t.

That military governor was like that. He knew that his wife was a Silver Armored Guard, but he still had to enthusiastically offer up the already small amount of public grain.

“That guy is an idiot. He probably thought you were an idiot too, so he didn’t bother to hide it at all. All sorts of details in his gestures and movements were like shouting loudly to tell others that he was a martial artist.”

Xue San had been watching for a long time, and he had already seen through Wen Le’s background.

“Heh.”

“You’re not much better. Your previous panic wasn’t entirely an act.”

“You were testing me, earlier.”

“I don’t like doing meaningless things. It’s just that when I came in, some of your muscle reactions betrayed you. I’m more sensitive in this regard.”

“You have discerning eyes.”

“Don’t flatter me. Let’s go back to our original topic. Although you look fat, your martial arts should be good. That action of slapping the ground, that air wave, tsk tsk, even an eighth-rank martial artist can’t do that, right?”

Because there was no mobilization of qi and blood, and there was no shining.

As for why they used eighth-rank martial artists as an example, it was because their master was eighth-rank, so everyone had already thoroughly understood what an eighth-rank martial artist was.

Living with the devils, eating together, basking in the sun together, what secrets could you still keep?

“My identity is a bit special. I need to keep a low profile,” the Prince of Fu said.

“No, I’ve already said this before. Once the city falls, you might lose your life. Unless you’re confident that you can move freely in this iron-hoofed siege, there’s no need for you to hide your strength at this time.

Afraid of the court’s suspicion? That’s not going to happen, at least not at this moment.”

The Prince of Fu narrowed his eyes. His already small eyes, which were only a slit because of his weight, were even less noticeable at this time.

“Then what do you think it’s because of?”

“You’re afraid.”

“Afraid? There are indeed many things that I’m afraid of.”

As a prince, you have to be wary of the court’s gaze. Whether it’s the civil officials or the legitimate ruler on the dragon throne, they all have a natural sense of vigilance and scrutiny towards princes.

To the civil officials, princes and members of the imperial clan were the蛀虫 (zhù chóng, parasites) of the country, and also a potentially destabilizing factor. To the legitimate ruler on the dragon throne, princes seemed to be relatives, but in reality, the relationship between the two sides was even more subtle and a matter of “you die, I live.”

“No, the things you’re afraid of are actually very pure. Don’t think too broadly, and don’t deliberately try to lead me in circles. What you’re afraid of is very real. In short, you’re just simply afraid.”

The Prince of Fu reached out and patted his belly,

And said:

"How to explain?"

“Don’t pretend to be calm. I’ll just say it directly. You’re very strong.”

"Thank you."

“Can you tell me, what rank are you?”

“Sixth-rank martial artist.”

“Hiss…”

Xue San gasped dramatically.

The Prince of Fu added:

“I briefly reached fifth-rank once, but for some reasons, I slipped back to sixth-rank.”

“Hmm.”

A meaningful smile appeared on Xue San’s face.

The Prince of Fu opened his palm, and a ball of purple light rose from his palm. Under the reflection of the purple light, the Prince of Fu’s face was somewhat dim and bright.

The look of surprise and fear on Xue San’s face disappeared immediately,

Shrugged his shoulders,

And said:

“See, you’re still afraid of cooperating like this.”

The Prince of Fu turned his palm over and fell silent.

“When people are afraid, they often lose some…” Xue San reached out and tapped his temple, and said: “Rationality.”

"Rationality?"

“Yes, it’s rationality, because the emotion of fear will devour your rationality, making you unconsciously follow the influence of fear.

For example, I just stabbed you a little bit, gave you a little bit more pressure, and as a result, you followed my rhythm in the following.

This thing, my very smart blind friend told me, psychological games are all dirty."

“There are several words that I couldn’t understand, but I understood the general meaning. Did I fall into your trap?”

"Yes."

"Then what are you doing this for?"

“Because I’m an assassin.”

"Oh?"

“At the same time, I’m still looking to see if the guys outside have already entered the city?”

"Is that so."

“The most important thing is that I now have time and conditions, and you are so cooperative, so you have to drain the water, right?”

“I don’t understand some of them, but I understand some of them.”

“I have already appeared in front of you. Your Highness, you know, as an assassin, but to openly fight with people, I really don’t like this feeling.”

"I can understand."

“So, I have to confirm it, so I can have confidence in my heart.”

"Is it confirmed?"

“Yes, it’s confirmed. Your Highness, you are very strong.”

“You told me just now.”

“But you can’t fight.”

“…” Prince of Fu.

“That’s right, you can’t fight, hehehehe.”

The Prince of Fu’s face was first surprised, then relieved, and said:

"Indeed."

It seems to be a very uncoordinated thing for a very strong person but unable to fight, but it is extremely normal.

If fighting is just two people standing face to face, competing to see who is higher level, and the higher level automatically wins, then this world would be too harmonious.

Why are the disciples in some mountain gates often sent down the mountain to practice, because the masters who are made behind closed doors are often not as high as imagined.

A master who can’t fight can only be called a show-off.

Of course, the Prince of Fu also belongs to this kind of closed-door training, because he is a prince, and you should be a pig and live your lavish life, have many, many beauties, have many, many children, and create branches and leaves for the old Zhao family. At the same time, from time to time, you have to forcibly rob civilian girls and bully the folks in the fief to tarnish your reputation.

This is the life of a prince. If you are courteous and virtuous, if you are literate and martial, if you have great ambitions, if you naively think that since your surname is Zhao, you have to do something for this family and country…

Sorry, the white silk of the Silver Armored Guard may come down, or the imperial court’s decree to cut the feudal power may come.

Therefore, the Prince of Fu can only secretly practice martial arts behind closed doors. If he wants to play the role of a wandering swordsman and go out to practice, it is almost impossible. Even in the palace on weekdays, he has to be careful to hide the fact that he knows martial arts.

At the same time, there is a different color in the Prince of Fu's layer, because he takes drugs.

Xue San is good at using poison, and people who are good at using poison often have some knowledge of medicine.

There is a huge difference between the fatness of the Prince of Fu and the fatness of Xu Wenzu. Xu Pangpang’s fatness is real and honest, while the fatness of the Prince of Fu has a bit of a "moon in the water" meaning.

Xue San speculated that the reason why the Prince of Fu was so fat may not be because he intentionally wanted to fit the "guiding policy" of the imperial court to raise princes as pigs, but the sequelae of taking drugs.

Because after initially realizing that his strength recovery was linked to his master's level, Xue San had thought about using drugs to forcibly improve his master's rank.

It’s just that the blind man discovered it in time and warned him to stop.

In front of him, there is a precedent for taking drugs.

However, with the wealth of a prince and the accumulation of several generations, he has to cry poverty after taking drugs, which is enough to show how great the cost of taking drugs is.

Those elixirs and those natural treasures are by no means cheap, and some things are hard to buy even if you have money.

Xue San couldn’t help but think of the scene where his master became as fat as the person in front of him… hiss, that picture is too beautiful.

It is estimated that if this is the case, Fourth Niang will not even be able to find the needle.

“Do you have anything else to talk about?” Xue San asked.

“I’m a little hungry,” the Prince of Fu said.

“That’s out of the question, there’s no such service.”

“Then there’s not much to talk about.”

“Hmm.”

Xue San silently reached out and grabbed the two daggers he had previously stuck on the ground.

Then,

"Bang!"

At the moment of pulling out the dagger, Xue San rushed towards the Prince of Fu.

The Prince of Fu stretched his arms across, and tyrannical qi and blood roared out, but Xue San’s figure suddenly stopped, and the whole person soared into the air.

“Hehe.”

The Prince of Fu let out a sneer,

The fat body quickly turned sideways, and both fists came out at the same time, smashing towards his back.

This was waiting for Xue San’s feint, waiting for Xue San to fall down and then directly smashing his body with qi and blood. This qi and blood was so strong that it was shocking.

However, it seemed that a silver thread was connected to the dagger in Xue San’s left hand, and the other end of the silver thread was fixed to the ground where the dagger had been inserted.

This was a pre-designed routine!

The pull of the silver thread made Xue San’s figure half-turn in the air, and then the whole person changed direction. Like a swimming fish, he kicked his body and landed vertically in front of the Prince of Fu.

And the Prince of Fu was still punching behind him.

"Puff!"

Xue San’s dagger pierced into the Prince of Fu’s chest at the location of the heart. Then, Xue San didn’t delay at all, quickly retreated several feet by stepping on the ground with both feet, and stopped his body by supporting the ground with one hand.

The Prince of Fu turned his head in astonishment, staring at the dagger at his chest. He was a little surprised, but also felt that it was a matter of course.

He is very strong, but as Xue San said, he can’t fight…

That’s why he didn’t go to the city wall to help defend the city, because he was afraid.

The poison began to inject into his body, and the Prince of Fu knew that he was finished.

At this moment,

A miserable smile and incomprehension appeared on the Prince of Fu’s face,

And said:

“Didn’t you say… that you could capture me alive?”

Xue San straightened his body,

Gave the Prince of Fu an air kiss,

And said softly:

"Baby."

The Prince of Fu tilted his head slightly, waiting for the answer below.

“Too heavy, can’t carry it.”