People in Qin Dynasty: Opening the treasure chest, I took off!

Chapter 55 Purple Maiden's Heart

"I'd like to ask you for a favor." Han Fei's expression turned serious.

"explain."

"I need you to come with me to a banquet."

"What kind of banquet?"

"The King of Han's birthday banquet," Han Fei said in a low voice, "is in three days. Ji Wuye will launch his attack at the banquet."

"Start a fight?" Xia Bing raised an eyebrow. "What does he want to do?"

"He's going to sideline the King of Han and completely control the state of Han." A cold glint flashed in Han Fei's eyes. "He wants to use this opportunity to force the King of Han to abdicate."

"So what are you going to do?"

"Disrupt his plans," Han Fei said in a deep voice. "I need a powerful ally."

Xia Bing looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"Young Master Han Fei, do you want me to be your bodyguard?"

"Not just a bodyguard." Han Fei shook his head. "I need you to step in at a crucial moment and intimidate Ji Wuye."

"Why me?"

"Because of your performance last night, Ji Wuye is wary of you," Han Fei said seriously. "He sent people to test you, just to find out your strength. But he didn't expect you to be so powerful."

"So he's wary of you," Han Fei continued, "and I need your wariness to make Ji Wuye hesitate to act rashly."

Xia Bing pondered for a moment.

"Okay." He nodded. "I'll help you with this."

"Really?" A hint of joy flashed in Han Fei's eyes.

"However..." Xia Bing looked at him, "I also have conditions."

"What are the conditions?"

"If I have the opportunity at the King of Han's birthday banquet, I would like to meet that Blood-Clad Marquis, Bai Yifei."

"Bai Yifei?" Han Fei frowned. "Why do you want to see him?"

"I'm curious." Xia Bing smiled. "I heard he's the number one martial artist in Korea. I'd like to see for myself."

Han Fei looked at him and remained silent for a moment.

"Okay." He nodded. "I'll arrange it."

"Then it's settled."

The two exchanged a smile, reaching a tacit understanding.

……

Zi Nu walked in from outside and saw this scene, the corners of her mouth slightly turned up.

"It seems you two are having a good chat."

"Not bad." Xia Bing turned to look at her. "Good morning, Miss Zi Nu."

"Hmm." Zi Nu sat down beside him. "Did you sleep well last night?"

Xia Bing paused for a moment, then smiled.

"good."

"That's good." Zi Nu picked up her teacup, a sly glint in her eyes. "You drank quite a bit last night, don't have a hangover."

"Don't worry," Xia Bing leaned closer and whispered, "Even with a hangover, it's worth it with Miss Zi Nu by my side."

Zi Nu's face flushed red.

"You... what nonsense are you talking about!"

Han Fei, watching from the side, couldn't help but laugh.

"It seems Young Master Xia is quite charming."

"Likewise." Xia Bing winked at him.

Zi Nu glared at Xia Bing, then lowered her head to drink her tea and said nothing more.

But deep down, she felt a sweet warmth in her heart.

three days later.

The King of Han's birthday banquet.

The Royal Palace of Xinzheng was brightly lit.

Civil and military officials gathered in the main hall, exchanging toasts and enjoying music and dance.

Xia Bing, as Han Fei's attendant, sat in a corner of the main hall.

He was dressed in a blue robe, with a refined and scholarly air, looking just like an ordinary scholar.

But those who know him well know how dangerous this seemingly harmless young man is deep down.

"Is that Ji Wuye?" Xia Bing picked up her wine cup and looked towards the center of the hall.

There, a burly middle-aged man sat in the main seat.

He wore a black brocade robe, had a hideous scar on his face, and had a sinister look in his eyes that made people afraid to look him in the eye.

"It's him," Zi Nu said softly, sitting beside him. "The leader of Nightfall, the most powerful man in Korea."

"He seems arrogant."

"He has every right to be arrogant," Zi Nu said softly. "Half of the Korean army is under his control, and half of the court officials are his retainers. He calls the shots in all of Korea."

Where is the King of Han?

"Just a puppet," Zi Nu's voice turned cold. "So what if it's his sixtieth birthday? In Ji Wuye's eyes, he's nothing more than a decoration."

Xia Bing nodded and didn't say anything more.

His gaze swept across the hall, memorizing the position of everyone.

Han Fei sat below the King of Han, his face calm and revealing no emotion.

Beside Ji Wuye stood a man in white.

He wore a long white robe, had a handsome face, and a cold demeanor, like a fairy who was untouched by worldly affairs.

But Xia Bing sensed a sharp aura emanating from him.

Who is that person?

"Bai Yifei." A hint of apprehension flashed in Zi Nu's eyes. "The Blood-Clad Marquis, the number one expert in Korea."

"Perfected innate state?" Xia Bing raised an eyebrow.

"Not only that," Zi Nu whispered, "It's said he's already halfway to the Grandmaster realm, just one opportunity away from breaking through."

"interesting."

Xia Bing's gaze fell on Bai Yifei, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

It seems this trip to South Korea won't be too boring.

……

Halfway through the banquet, Ji Wuye suddenly stood up.

"Your Majesty."

His voice echoed through the hall, and everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at him.

The King of Han sat on his throne, looking somewhat uneasy.

"What brings you here, Ji Qing?"

"I have something to report," Ji Wuye said loudly as he walked to the center of the hall. "Your Majesty is advanced in years and your health is declining. I believe that Your Majesty should abdicate and relinquish the throne to a more virtuous ruler, so that you may enjoy your remaining years in peace."

These words caused an uproar throughout the hall.

"Ji Wuye! How dare you!" an old minister shouted angrily.

"How dare you!"

"Are you plotting a rebellion?!"

Ji Wuye sneered and glanced disdainfully at the ministers.

"Treason?" he shouted. "I'm doing this for the good of Korea! During the years Your Majesty has been on the throne, Korea has been impoverished and weak, and the people have suffered greatly. Only with a new king ascending the throne can Korea be led to prosperity and strength!"

"you......"

The old minister was so angry that he trembled all over, but he couldn't say a word.

The main hall was deathly silent.

The King of Han sat on his throne, his face as pale as paper, yet he dared not utter a single word.

Ji Wuye looked around, a smug smile on his face.

"Since no one has any objections, then..."

"etc."

A voice suddenly rang out, interrupting Ji Wuye's words.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Han Fei stand up, his expression calm.

"Ninth Young Master?" Ji Wuye narrowed his eyes. "What do you have to say?"

"General Ji, I cannot agree with your words." Han Fei walked to the center of the hall. "Although Your Majesty has reigned for many years, the problems of Han do not lie with Your Majesty, but rather..."

He paused, then looked directly at Ji Wuye.

"Someone is bringing disaster to the country and its people."

"What did you say?!" Ji Wuye's expression changed.

"General Ji knows exactly what I'm saying," Han Fei said without backing down. "In the past ten years or so, how many cities and how much land has Han lost? How many people have been displaced? Aren't these all thanks to your 'achievements,' General?"

"you......"