But then someone spoke up, “Sir Gao, why are you being so secretive? Shouldn’t you ask the boy now that everyone is present? This is for his own good at the end of the day.”

Zhang Chengling looked up at that, his face pale, eyes unfocused. He felt like everyone was staring at him, gossiping about him, forcing him to give them an explanation, but he truly knew nothing.

Zhou Zishu, who was used to blending in with the crowd without anyone noticing, felt a surge of anger when he saw Zhang Chengling’s empty expressions.

He wanted to push at everyone, then dragged the young boy far away from all this filth. But that was not something Zhou Zishu would do, wasn’t it? To think carefully before he acted, to keep himself hidden away from the scene: These had always been his principles.

Back then, even His Majesty would praise him for being increasingly calculating and cautious as the years went on… but old man Ye Baiyi had told him that he would show his tail eventually.

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Translator’s Notes. I have absolutely no excuses for my tardiness 😅 But in other news, if you didn’t know yet, the adaptation of one of Priest’s BG novels called Bandits/The Legend of Fei has announced the main cast recently and filming is likely to start soon! I haven’t read this novel but I have faith in Priest’s writing, so hopefully the adaptation script won’t disappoint!

Fingers crossed that FW’s adaptation is in the work too since there were some news a while back, but I honestly don’t have much hope ; – ; And while we’re on this topic, who would be your dream cast for FW’s drama adaptation?

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Zhou Zishu suddenly felt a gaze shoot towards him, like someone was watching him in specific, and turned his head at just the right time to meet with Ye Baiyi’s line of sight. The man was also standing in the crowd at a distance neither far nor close; he indicated nothing, not even nodding or calling out to greet him, and only stared at him with unblinking eyes. That expression was serene, as if in that moment, he was telling Zhou Zishu “you’re about to die”.