Incarnation Of Gods: Endless War - Chapter 231

Third-person POV

In the evening, Lu Ping visited Weisheng’s study room with a strained expression on his gorgeous face. He sat in front of Weisheng without asking for Weisheng’s permission like how people with lower rank than him supposed to.

In addition, Weisheng doesn’t mind Lu Ping’s conduct as Lu Ping only behaves like that when he is upset or displeased. Weisheng glanced at him and offered a cup of hot tea.

“Thank you,” Lu Ping bowed his head and took the teacup with both of his hands.

He gulped the piping hot tea in one chug. Even Weisheng was perplexed by Lu Ping’s extremely bad mood.

“That Murong Qing…is driving me crazy!” Lu Ping raised his voice as the vein on his forehead popped out.

Weisheng was at a loss of word, even the tranquil Lu Ping who is very meticulous about mannerism was in a frenzy. Lu Ping patted his chest to appease his boiling heart while repeatedly inhaled and exhaled.

He finally regained his composure after a few minutes of meditating. Seeing that Lu Ping went back to his usual self, Weisheng parted his lips to ask.

“She didn’t speak?” Weisheng asked with his eyes fixed on Lu Ping’s twitching brows.

The resentment he held for Murong Qing resurfaced when he remembered the several hours that he spent on interrogating Murong Qing.

“No! She spoke so much but everything that came out of her mouth was only about you!” Lu Ping smacked his fan on his thigh to show how vexed he was.

Weisheng knitted his brows and sighed as he instantly understood what Lu Ping meant.

“I pulled out all of her nails and shoved it back into her fingers, her shriek almost caused my eardrums to explode. But when I ask her of Her Majesty Empress’s location, she would only laugh and curse Her Majesty Empress with all insults that existed in this world.” Lu Ping continued.

Weisheng furrowed his brows even further, his blood-red eyes glinted with a murderous gaze. Lu Ping vigorously nodded his head as his reaction hearing Murong Qing foul mouthing Hong er was the same as Weisheng’s reaction when he told him about Murong Qing.

“I even thought of bringing up your name but she persistently said that you are still affected by the Empress’s witchcraft. So she couldn’t tell the Empress’s whereabouts in fear that you will go search for the Empress and her effort in disposing the Empress will go to waste.” Lu Ping massaged his forehead in distress.

“Only that?” Weisheng spoke with a voice as cold as an iceberg.

“En, she kept repeating those words. I had done quite plenty for today. If I continue, she definitely would die even if I gave her potions.” Lu Ping sighed tiredly.

Weisheng contemplated for a moment then nodded his head, “You can retreat and continue it tomorrow.”

Lu Ping glanced at Weisheng and tapped Weisheng’s hand with his hand, “Don’t go there or else, no doubt you will kill her.”

After Lu Ping said his part, he rose from his seat and bowed to Weisheng before he walked out of Weisheng’s study room.

Weisheng watched Lu Ping withdraw from his room, he exhaled a deep sigh. He had indulged himself in work so he could personally search for Hong er and he had half of his a week worth workload done in 20 hours.

Lu Ping had deployed Weisheng’s elite forces and his intelligence agents to find Hong er. Xu Weimin and Xiu Rong also did a throughout investigation in Xi Bei in case Murong Qing disposed Hong er to Xi Bei. Unfortunately, there was still no sign of Hong er in any of the countries.

Night came in a blink of an eye, Weisheng visited the twin baby to see their condition and went back to his study room to continue his endless work. He didn’t waste any time on his dinner.

While his hands were scooping up the noodles, his eyes stayed on the doc.u.ments and he would instruct Qi Zongguan to stamp his seal on the proposal that he agreed and cross out the proposal that he disagreed with.

(A/N: Qi Zongguan is Weisheng and Lu Cixi’s butler. Most of the time he stayed beside Lu Cixi, but if Qiyi and Qier are occupied with jobs that Weisheng gave them, he would temporarily fill in their position.

FYI, Qi Zongguan is Qiyi and Qier’s father, I never found the chance to put this in the story and eventually, I forgot about it.)

Then a few knocks sounded out followed with a female voice, “Your Majesty Emperor, His Highness Prince is awake. Any further instruction for this servant, Your Majesty Emperor?”

Weisheng lifted his head to look at the door before he passed his brush to Qi Zongguan, “Zhen will leave for a moment.”

“Yes, Your Majesty Emperor.” Qi Zongguan bowed to Weisheng and cleaned up Weisheng’s desk.

The eunuchs swiftly dr.a.p.ed a coat over Weisheng’s shoulder and followed behind him with an umbrella in their hand to shade Weisheng from the snows.

Since he had designed Fei Hong Palace to be near his palace, it didn’t take him long to arrive at Xue Lang’s quarter. He stopped the maids that were going to announce his presence to Xue Lang.

But when he was about to push the door open, his hand abruptly stopped when he heard Xue Lang talking to the old maid that apologized to him this afternoon. Weisheng increased his hearing ability to overhear the conversation inside the room with ease.

“Where is that girl being held?” Xue Lang asked emotionless.

“Th-this…this servant….” The old maid hesitated as she didn’t know what to say.

“If Imperial Father knew, I will take the blame. Tell me, where she is?” Xue Lang insisted, his voice got colder the more he spoke.

“Fr-from what his servant heard, Miss Murong currently held in Special Prison.” The old maid finally gave in to Xue Lang.

Weisheng quickly hid beside the wall when he heard a thud from inside, his servants followed along to hide behind Weisheng. He didn’t forget to erase the footsteps that he left on the snows.

“Your Highness Prince Xue! Where are you going this late at night?! Your wounds haven’t healed yet, Physician Shu told us that you have to be in bed for 2 weeks!” the old maid anxiously spoke.

The door burst open followed with a blast of biting cold air. Xue Lang dashed out of his room while wearing a thin sleepwear, the maids hurriedly chased after him with a bunch of blankets and coats in their hand.

Weisheng silently watches Xue Lang walked away. The eunuchs behind him were confused about what to do because the person they were visiting stormed out of his own room and the person that wants to visit remains unmoved.

“Yo-Your Majesty Emperor…” a eunuch whispered.

“Follow the prince,” Weisheng commanded and followed Xue Lang’s trail.

Just as Xue Lang said, he went to the Special Prison where Murong Qing was locked in. Without saying, the guards blocked Xue Lang from entering. Xue Lang didn’t respond to their dismissal, he just stared at them with his icy-cold eyes.

They were quite perplexed by Xue Lang’s stubbornness but they didn’t back down. and at that moment, they noticed a blood-chilling aura from somewhere. They glanced around and spotted Weisheng standing behind a wall.

Weisheng waved his hand as an indication to let Xue Lang enter which made them bewildered. They politely coaxed Xue Lang to leave for a few times before they let him in to avoid suspicion from Xue Lang for the sudden change in attitude.

At first, Xue Lang stared at them with suspicion but then he let it go because the business that he had with Murong Qing was far more important than with the guards. However, the guards only allowed Xue Lang to enter and his servants had to wait outside.

The servants disagreed and started to ask him to go back but Xue Lang quickly stopped them and went into the building by himself. The servants paced back and forth in front of the entrance and eventually, they were kicked out by the guards.

Just when they were about to refute the guards, Weisheng emerged from his hiding spot and went after Xue Lang. And the moment they saw Weisheng passed by them, they immediately shut their lips and stood further away from the entrance.

The guards that were guarding the second layer of the Special Prison also refrained Xue Lang from entering but the previous guards notified them to let Xue Lang in. This happened a few times before he reached Murong Qing’s cell.

“Finally, we met.” Xue Lang glowered.