The Path of the Cannon Fodder's Counterattack

Chapter 48: The Soul of the Deceased Has Not Yet Dispersed

He seemed to have sensed Ling Xiao’s doubts and answered his question, “What I have is an internal injury. Relying on rest won’t make it better.”

Alright then.

Ling Xiao rolled his eyes and followed Fu Yujun to a seat near the window downstairs. Fu Yujun ordered some dishes and set about pouring Ling Xiao a cup of tea.

Ling Xiao raised it and drank a mouthful. He then saw Fu Yujun who was resting his chin on his arm, lovingly watching him, his sight extremely touching and gentle. A burst of chills went through Ling Xiao and he placed down his teacup, uncomfortably asking him, “Why are you looking at me like this?”

“I am thinking about how really different you are from when you were in the palace.” Fu Yujun smiled as he watched Ling Xiao without blinking, as if he was staring at a rare item, full of pleasant surprise.

Ling Xiao couldn’t keep his eye from twitching, and asked, “What’s so different?”

“In the palace, I have seen you a few times. You were always trembling, cautious and solemn. Although it was interesting, it was not conspicuous. After getting out of the palace, look at yourself, just where do you still look like a servant?”

Ling Xiao raised his eyebrow, his gaze on Fu Yujun as he said, “I wasn’t your servant in the first place.”

“Yeah.” Fu Yujun lightly smiled, “Your identity is no longer simple.”

A flash of light flitted through Fu Yujun’s eyes as he said that, and was coincidently seen by Ling Xiao. Ling Xiao asked suspiciously, “What do you mean?”

“Have you guys seen the announcement? Our Emperor is going to choose a King Consort!” the voice of a man suddenly was heard from the next table.

Ling Xiao was stunned. The Emperor was going to establish a King Consort?

His attention shifted from Fu Yujun to the next table in a moment.

Three youthful men sat there, all wearing plain cotton clothing. One man lifted his teacup with the other two sitting in front of him, full of astonishment on their faces. The one that spoke was precisely the one that lifted his teacup.

Ling Xiao looked at him and he heard him say, “In a month time from today, will be the day the Emperor confers the title of King Consort. The Emperor is excusing us from taxes for one year!”

“This is a good thing.” One of the men couldn’t help but smile when he heard that they were relieved of taxes.

“This is our Mu Country’s first King Consort.” Another man interrupted, “I wonder who’s the one who became the Emperor’s favored one.”

“Hm… I think the name was Ling Xiao.” One man remembered.

Ling Xiao heard this and almost dropped the teacup in his hand. His expression was one of amazement, as he then saw Fu Yujun teasingly watching him.

Ling Xiao cleared his mind and looked at Fu Yujun who was not the least bit surprised, clenching his teeth, “You knew already?”

“The Mu Country Emperor told me of that before.” Fu Yujun drank his tea, “He… really is determined to bring you back.”

Ling Xiao went silent and Fu Yujun propped up his chin while watching him. This small servant’s worry was written on his face. His dispirit appearance with his head hanging down was not lively like before. Fu Yujun pursed his lips, consoling him, “You don’t need to be too worried. I do not believe that he would still be able to snatch you back after you enter the Shao Country.”

“Snatch?” Ling Xiao’s mouth twitched. Was he an item?

Ling Xiao sneered. Since he was now out of the palace, he also did not need to stay by Fu Yujun’s side. He would rather leave at the first opportunity…

“That’s right, they forgot to say something. The Emperor announced to the whole country, that the Eunuch Steward Ling that dared to lie to him was already executed.” Fu Yujun suddenly said.

Ling Xiao once again raised his head in shock.

Dead? Isn’t he Steward Ling? He died? But next month the Emperor would be conferring him the title of King Consort?

What is the Emperor calculating?

Ling Xiao lowered his head, his hair covering his expression so Fu Yujun could not know what he was thinking about right now.

“Your Highness.” Suddenly, a soft cry arrived by his ear, the voice was so familiar it made people not dare to believe it. He abruptly raised his head, his gaze rooted at where the sound came from.

A body clad in pink clothing, sweet attitude with a beautiful appearance and a seductive gaze. It was someone he was so familiar with he couldn’t ever mistake them. The person who should have been dead—Mo Qi!

Ling Xiao suddenly stood up, his face full of disbelief, “You… you…”

He pointed at Mo Qi, unable to say anything for a long time. Mo Qi suddenly grabbed his hand, approaching his ear and tenderly laughed out, “It’s me, Ling Xiao. I have returned from the netherworld!”