Chapter 29.2: Too Late For Regrets
Tian Heng’s warm face changed ever so suddenly. His eyes grew cold and he jerked his fist against the table fiercely.
Straight away, the once sturdy mahogany table smashed into pieces.
At the same time, the two Knight’s of the Count’s Palace hurriedly pulled out their swords and stood in front of Shen Lang. Never mind what they think of him, but as long as Shen Lang’s in danger, they will fight to the death.
That is their oath to the Count’s Palace.
“Shen Lang, don’t deceive people too much!” Tian Heng roared.
He couldn’t break Tian Thirteen’s legs. Not because of how he felt for him, but because of face. It’s all about face. He didn’t want to lose face. He’d already served Shen Lang this far, doing more than that would only lose his face.
Tian Thirteen acted on the behalf of his orders to capture the Shen Family.
If he breaks Tian Thirteen’s legs because of Shen Lang’s pressure and not by his own, his dignity would be swept away. Who then would dare to die for him in the future?
He’d lose his face in the entirety of Xuanwu City!
“Gang Leader Tian, you promised me this. How did I become too deceptive?” Shen Lang asked innocently, eyes looking at Tian Heng like a cute, innocent puppy.
“Shen Gongzi, enmities should be solved, not tied up! Let us forgive and forget.”
“When I was too weak, not only did you want to kill me, you sought for the death of my family. And now that I’m at this level, you want to forgive and forget? Did you ever give me that chance back then? You did not!”
“But you weren’t really strong then. Just a fox waiting to be slaughtered by a tiger!”
Tian Heng looked at Shen Lang.
He decided he’d no longer hold back and hide his true face.
“Yes, you are now a part of the Count’s Palace. I dare not touch a strand of your hair. But… in the end, you are only the Count’s son-in-law. Your position in only a little higher than that of a mere servant! You can’t do anything to me.”
Tian Thirteen joined in. “And the Count loves the people like his own children. You’ve only become the Count’s new son-in-law and you dare go around so domineeringly. The Count won’t spare you. In order to rectify their reputation, the Count will punish you, won’t he? You won’t be like this for long.”
“The Count is a disciplined person. Though my influence is not within the territory of the Count’s Palace, I lead Xuanwu City’s Civil Army. They are like my family! I belong to Xuanwu City’s government. So long as I do not offend the Count, he won’t do anything to me. Shen Lang, I do not want to provoke you, but it does not mean I am afraid of you!”
To a certain extent, Tian Heng’s words held certain truth.
With the Great Yan implementing the New Deal, old aristocratic nobles have grown more low-key and disciplined. It is not a matter within their jurisdiction. They are not to interfere with the local military and political affairs else they’ll only bring about disasters.
Countless eyes from many prefectures are staring, waiting for the Count of Xuanwu to make a mistake.
“Shen Lang, I want to give you face so you can go on with your life. But you have to step in and actually not give me face! Do not blame me for choosing to tear our newly built friendship apart.”
Shen Lang put away the smile on his face and said lightly, “Gang Leader Tian, I’m only asking this one last time. Will you or will you not break Tian Thirteen’s leg?”
Tian Heng sneered. “Do it yourself, or better yet, let those knights behind you do it.”
Shen Lang do it himself? Impossible! How could he possibly tear Tian Thirteen’s limbs apart with so little strength?
Let the Knight’s of the Count’s Palace do it? That’s even more impossible! Those two knights will use their lives to ensure Shen Lang’s safety, but they’d never obey his orders to cause harm against a person, even if its a low-life.
Shen Lang looked at the knights, a test of their obedience.
The two knights looked away instantly. It was clear that Shen Lang could not command them. Well, that’s to be expected. To command your warriors, one needs respect. The knights respected the Count’s Palace, but they did not respect him.
“Shen Lang, who originally was a friend of mine, why are you making a fuss?” Tian Heng sneered. “Now you’ve lost your face.”
Jin Mulan said to Shen Lang that he could go and face Tian Heng. The other party would not resist. Then… what is this?
Shen Lang sighed inwardly.
The face he lost today… but however, to break Tian Thirteen’s legs, he needed to endure!
He’ll turn sneering faces directed towards him upside down!
Shen Lang’s once tense face suddenly smiled.
Shen Lang looked up the sky. “It’s a little late today. I’m going to visit my parents now. You’ll see me again tomorrow.”
“What will happen tomorrow?” Tian Heng laughed.
“Tomorrow, I will make you break Tian Thirteen’s legs in front of me and make you swallow back what you said today.”
“Ha ha ha ha!” Tian Heng chuckled. “You talk big! You’re just the Count’s son-in-law. Don’t talk nonsense. What kind of person does the fox think of himself? Does he now think he’s a tiger? And now you want to overwhelm me? Dream on!”
“Tomorrow will come whether we like it or not. I’m in no hurry.”
“Well, I guess we’ll have to wait and see.”
Shen Lang smiled and kindly said, “See you tomorrow, Gang Leader Tian.”
Today, he was already kind enough, but it seems being kind did not work out. Fine. tomorrow, he’ll let Tian Heng regret and have him vomit blood!
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