"Actually, Brother Hun…"
Qiao Shuang sighed and actively linked her arm with Sikong Hun's. "About overthrowing the Xia family… you must never say that again. If anyone hears, it would be a crime punishable by the extermination of your entire clan."
"Shuang'er… You…"
Sikong Hun's body trembled, especially feeling the warmth of the young woman's jade-like hand, an uncontrollable ripple stirred in his heart.
"Actually, I feel that the Xia Emperor must have also noticed… Xia Feng seems a bit off."
Qiao Shuang gently rested her face against Sikong Hun's arm. "Brother Hun, do you remember when we were kids? We often came here to play too…"
"Shuang'er? What exactly do you know? Tell me! Don't worry, even if I die, I will definitely help you!!"
"In recent years, the Xia Emperor has grown increasingly wary of the Eldest Prince. I didn't think much of it before, but a few days ago…"
Qiao Shuang hesitated for a long time but finally shook her head with a smile. "Forget it, even that mysterious Young Lord didn't notice anything. I'm probably overthinking it…"
"Shuang'er, you're going to worry me to death! If you don't tell me, I'll go capture Xia Feng right now and beat the truth out of him!!"
"I'll tell you!! Brother Hun, can't you be less impulsive?"
Qiao Shuang gave a bitter smile, but her expression inexplicably turned grave. "Brother Hun, when I went out training with Xia Feng before, I lost my memory for a period of time in the middle… But on the way back, I discovered he was wearing a strange spirit flower on his chest. It looked… very similar to the Imperial Vein Spirit Jin of Great Zhou's primary eldest princess!!"
Dammit!
Of course, she had never actually seen the Imperial Vein Spirit Jin. This entire story was taught to her by Ling Xiao.
When framing someone, don't be too direct, otherwise it seems deliberate.
Let others explore and discover the "truth" themselves. Ah, the process of seeking the truth is what makes people truly believe.
Then… when Xia Feng's "identity" is exposed, he'll be enraged and kill his own good brother…
Heh heh heh.
Shouldn't they consider yours truly, Ling, for this year's Best Director award?
"Wha… What? You mean!!!"
Sikong Hun's face paled, seeming somewhat incredulous.
The Imperial Vein Spirit Jin… wasn't it taken by a demon…
Wait, that demon used the Xia family's heritage technique, the True Dragon Divine Seal!!
But… although Xia Feng's realm has improved extremely fast these past few years, he's only at the Divine General level!
Is it possible he colluded with the demon?
"Ah, I didn't believe it at first either. But these past few years, he's become more and more sinister. It makes me feel very distant from him."
Qiao Shuang released Sikong Hun, hugging her own arms, her delicate body gradually trembling, unsure if from cold or fear.
"What!! So that's it!! So that's it!! No wonder he was so afraid of that mysterious Young Lord! He has a guilty conscience, afraid his identity would be exposed!"
Sikong Hun nodded with a cold laugh, a killing intent already swirling in his eyes. "But what does he gain from all this?"
"I overheard Xia Feng mention unintentionally before that he seems to have a very powerful enemy, someone even Great Xia's strength might not be able to kill. So… I guess he might have fallen into demonic ways out of hatred, wanting to become stronger."
The desolation on Qiao Shuang's face didn't seem feigned, instantly dispelling the doubts in Sikong Hun's heart.
"Shuang'er, don't worry! If this Xia Feng is truly a demon, I will never let him off! Rest assured, tomorrow I will use sparring as a pretext and invite various important ministers and experts from Great Xia to personally expose Xia Feng's hypocritical mask."
Sikong Hun didn't doubt Qiao Shuang's words in the slightest.
Moreover, if the Spirit Jin on Xia Feng's person was truly the one lost by Great Zhou, everything would naturally become clear.
Even if he wasn't the demon, he was definitely involved.
When that time comes, no matter how vast the world, there would be no place for him in the Western Frontier.
Even if!!
He wasn't wearing that Spirit Jin, it's just sparring; it wouldn't expose Sikong Hun's purpose anyway.
There's still time. He would definitely find a way to expose Xia Feng's conspiracy.
Brilliant!
Did you think Sikong Hun achieved his current military merits solely through brute courage?
I rely on my peerless intellect!!
"But Brother Hun… will you be in danger?"
Qiao Shuang seemed very worried. After all, Xia Feng's strength was indeed formidable, at least ranking among the top three of Great Xia's younger generation.
"Hmph! Don't worry, Shuang'er. Just watch. Although Xia Feng is strong, he's only at the second grade of the Divine General realm, one grade higher than me. Moreover, since he's a demonic cultivator, he absolutely wouldn't dare use his true strength. When the time comes…"
"But Brother Hun… I really don't want you to take any risks."
Qiao Shuang's beautiful eyes reddened, looking as if she was about to cry.
"I know, I know! Shuang'er, I will definitely protect myself. Don't worry."
With that, the two embraced tightly, creating a very warm picture.
However, at the end of the distant street, Xia Feng watched the two figures merging into one with a calm expression, not a trace of resentment on his face.
With his current strength, he couldn't eavesdrop on their conversation.
But this pair clearly had an illicit affair.
In that case…
What could he do?
Of course, forgive her and him!
In Xia Feng's eyes, both Qiao Shuang and Sikong Hun were merely tools.
And all his reliance in Great Xia was precisely the power behind these two.
Once he parted ways with Sikong Hun, he would have no chance of laying a finger on the Great Xia empire.
Although Xia Feng could rely on his past life memories to know the opening times of various secret realms in the Western Frontier, and even the ancient treasures hidden within.
But without the status of Great Xia's Eldest Prince or Crown Prince, how could he compete for opportunities with the prodigies of other dynasties?
Foresight was indeed his golden finger, but the prerequisite was having enough strength to seize the treasures.
Moreover, those most ancient secret realms all had restrictions. When they opened, divine phenomena and immortal scenes often appeared, as if afraid others wouldn't know they were emerging.
Even if Xia Feng knew their locations, if they weren't active, he couldn't enter!
What?
In other people's novels, they just go in.
That just means it's not rigorous.
Otherwise, look, which proper reborn Son of Fate protagonist secretly digs up all the ancient ruins of a continent?
It must be that the ruins emerge, attracting countless prodigies. Then, relying on past life memories, he lays plans and schemes, delivering a powerful face-slapping.
Without people, how can he show off?
If he can't show off, what's the use of this golden finger?!
So now, Xia Feng decided.
He would first let this pair shine with the ultimate light and heat.
Once Great Xia was in his hands and his position secure, then, heh heh, wouldn't killing whoever he wanted be easy?
But…
Before that, he needed to make a deal with Qiao Shuang to completely control this direct granddaughter of the Grand Tutor.
Thinking this, a cold glint flashed in Xia Feng's eyes. He turned and headed towards the center of the imperial city.
Not long after he left, Ling Xiao's figure appeared in the void above, his gaze clear and cold, containing a trace of faint surprise.
This Son of Fate was truly committed to laying low.
His fiancée was being held in someone else's arms, and he could still remain calm?
Fine. Since you won't make a move, then… Sikong Hun will have to fight you!