Chapter 61: Telling You a Secret (2)

Su Luo's eyes were like water, yet they held a faint coldness that seemed capable of seeing through everything. She gazed at the sky outside the window and smiled faintly. "I don't know, but I do know that I like myself best."

"Little girl, I like you best too." Nangong Liuyun's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, as clear and moist as seawater, as he gave a half-earnest, half-joking smile.

"Then wouldn't you be at a disadvantage?" Su Luo's words held a double meaning.

"This Prince never does business at a loss." Nangong Liuyun smiled like a cunning fox that had cultivated for a thousand years. His phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and his whole being looked lazy. "Don't believe me? Then how about we make a bet?"

"No bet!" It would surely be that 'winner is king, loser warms the bed' routine again; Su Luo wasn't going to fall for it.

Just then, a burst of noisy arguing came from the lobby downstairs.

Countless soldiers had completely surrounded the restaurant, packed so densely that not even a fly could escape.

After learning the news of his son's death, Governor Zhao had nearly collapsed. He shouldered his long spear, mounted his horse, and rushed toward the restaurant at full speed.

Just as Liu Weiming and the others were discussing their departure, the troops brought by Governor Zhao happened to block them right at the entrance.

The two sides faced off, neither willing to yield.

Liu Ruohua's party claimed Young Master Zhao's death was well-deserved, while Governor Zhao was single-mindedly intent on avenging his son!

Governor Zhao was acting willfully; today, he had to take Liu Ruohua's head. Even the fact that her father was the Prime Minister could not change Governor Zhao's original intention.

But how could Liu Weiming and the others agree? They were all from great families in the imperial court, and the official ranks of the elders in their families were all higher than Governor Zhao's.

Consequently, the two sides began to fight again.

Governor Zhao was not someone his useless son could be compared to. He was a dignified Fifth Rank Martial Artist, and his Ghost Horse Spear technique was superb, with few who could rival it.

In the end, it concluded with the crushing defeat of Liu Ruohua's party.

Governor Zhao's long spear rested on Liu Ruohua's shoulder, the spear tip glinting coldly with surging Killing Intent.

Governor Zhao's face was as gloomy as a demon from Hell, shrouded in thick Killing Intent. He said coldly, "Commit suicide, or be killed. Choose one."

By this time, the bleeding from Liu Ruohua's wrist had stopped. Her face was as pale as paper, and she could barely even stand. However, she wasn't panicked at all and sneered, "A mere little Governor dares to threaten this Young Miss? Believe it or not, it won't be long before this Young Miss can have you thrown into prison!"

Governor Zhao's expression was somber, and his entire aura was cold and ruthless. "Suicide, or be killed?"

His gaze was terrifying, like a devil emerging from a bloody battle in purgatory, cold and devoid of any emotion.

Governor Zhao had been obsessed with Cultivation all his life and had neglected his son's discipline, which led to this tragedy. Thus, he blamed himself, but being protective of his own, he would never let the enemy who killed his son go.

Even if she was a woman, even if she was the daughter of the current Prime Minister Liu!

Seeing the surging Killing Intent on Governor Zhao's face, a flicker of fear crossed Liu Ruohua's heart, but she forced herself to remain calm and sneered coldly, "You want to kill me? Have you asked His Highness Prince Jin yet?"

His Highness Prince Jin? A trace of horror surfaced on the face of the crazed Governor Zhao.

His Highness Prince Jin was an absolute existence that inspired awe in the hearts of all Martial Artists.

He possessed the second-best talent in the history of the continent. Before the age of twenty, he had already advanced to the Sixth Rank. It was rumored he had reached the peak of the Sixth Rank, with only a single threshold left before the Seventh Rank.

Who wouldn't worship such a Genius? Who would dare to be his enemy?

"His Highness Prince Jin?" Governor Zhao frowned and repeated the name. Could it be that his worthless son had offended His Highness Prince Jin, leading to his death?