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In addition, the Southern Qing delegation was still stranded in the capital.
In Shen Zhong's view, this would make the Nanqing army hesitant to act rashly.
Therefore, taking the initiative becomes the optimal solution!
Unfortunately, all of this had already fallen into the trap that Chen Qingfeng had prepared for him.
"With the strength of the Great Snow Dragon Cavalry."
"I imagine we'll soon be able to sweep through and conquer Northern Qi!"
"Once I defeat Ku He, I will shatter the faith of the people of Northern Qi."
"Once we've taken over Northern Qi, it's time to return to Southern Qing."
Chen Qingfeng murmured.
Previously, he had already had Fan Xian issue a declaration of war and spread the news extensively.
Now, all we're waiting for is for Kuhe to come to our door.
If we defeat them, Northern Qi will have no one to rely on anymore.
Faced with him, the only option is to obediently submit.
Then, Chen Qingfeng thought of Emperor Qing.
Thinking about it, Emperor Qing must also be having trouble sleeping during this time.
After all, he defeated Uesugi Hu, a ninth-rank general of Northern Qi, with a single sword strike within the delegation.
Then he captured the Northern Qi saintess, Haitang Duoduo.
After entering the capital, he defeated the ninth-rank swordsman He Daoren with a single sword strike.
At the Empress Dowager’s birthday banquet, he directly subdued Lang Tao, the chief disciple of Ku He, with a single palm strike!
He then publicly acknowledged that he was a Grandmaster.
Chen Qingfeng knew very well what was going on.
These messages will reach Emperor Qing's ears sooner or later.
It's not hard to imagine.
The Emperor's shocked expression upon hearing the news.
"I suppose Emperor Qing must be wondering how I managed to deceive everyone and possess such martial arts skills, right?"
Chen Qingfeng smiled slightly.
It was a deliberate attempt to reveal their strength.
There's no need to worry about anything else.
Knowing that Emperor Qing would inevitably connect his strength to many things in the capital, he knew that Emperor Qing would think that they were related to him.
But Chen Qingfeng didn't care. He had already made up his mind to confront Emperor Qing when he was sent as an envoy to Northern Qi.
"Wait!"
"Wait until I return to Nanqing."
"It's time to settle accounts with you."
Chen Qingfeng said coldly, a barely perceptible glint of killing intent flashing in his eyes.
Just then, there was a knock on the door:
"Dong dong!"
Immediately afterwards, Shen Wan'er's voice came from outside the door:
"Son!"
Are you inside?
Chen Qingfeng regained his senses and immediately got up and opened the door.
Upon closer inspection, Shen Wan'er's graceful figure came into view, holding a freshly cooked chicken soup in her hands.
"Miss Shen?"
Chen Qingfeng feigned surprise.
Shen Wan'er pursed her lips and said with lowered eyes, "Young Master! I...I personally made soup for you."
Chen Qingfeng glanced down at the soup bowl Shen Wan'er was holding and said with a smile:
"come in!"
Shen Wan'er nodded and stepped into Chen Qingfeng's room.
Earlier, after the Empress Dowager's birthday banquet, Shen Wan'er pretended to be drunk and came to this royal villa with Chen Qingfeng.
That night, she gave herself to Chen Qingfeng.
After that, Shen Wan'er stayed in the royal villa and did not return to the Shen family.
Before leaving the capital, Shen Zhong ordered his men to confine Shen Wan'er to her home.
The reason was that she didn't want her younger sister to have any contact with Chen Qingfeng.
Because he knew that his younger sister was fascinated by Chen Qingfeng's Dream of the Red Chamber and his poems.
If Shen Wan'er were to meet Chen Qingfeng, she might just fall head over heels for him.
However, Shen Zhong never anticipated this.
Shen Wan'er secretly ran away from the Shen family and even attended the Empress Dowager's birthday banquet, where she met Chen Qingfeng.
Moreover, he even staged a drunken scene himself.
In the end, she completely gave herself to Chen Qingfeng.
"Young master, would you like to try the soup I personally cooked?"
After setting down the soup bowl, Shen Wan'er looked at Chen Qingfeng expectantly.
Bored at the royal villa, she personally cooked soup for Chen Qingfeng.
Chen Qingfeng nodded slightly and then sat down at the table.
"Be careful!"
"Let me serve you, young master!"
As soon as Chen Qingfeng sat down, Shen Wan'er reminded him with concern.
She quickly approached, gently scooped up a spoonful of hot soup, and softly blew on it.
Once the soup was at the perfect temperature, she carefully brought it to Chen Qingfeng's lips.
Seeing this, Chen Qingfeng smiled calmly and drank the soup from the spoon without any hesitation.
He had originally thought that the soup made by a young lady like Shen Wan'er would probably taste rather bad.
Surprisingly, the soup tasted pretty good.
Afterwards, Shen Wan'er fed Chen Qingfeng soup spoonful by spoonful.
Her movements were extremely gentle, a faint smile playing on her lips, her eyes sparkling like autumn water, reflecting the soft candlelight and adding to her beauty.
After finishing the soup, Shen Wan'er went around to Chen Qingfeng's back.
"Young Master has been busy these past few days, he must be very tired!"
"Let me give you a massage, young master."
As she spoke, Shen Wan'er placed her delicate hands on Chen Qingfeng's shoulders and neck, gently massaging his tense muscles with her fingertips.
Chen Qingfeng closed his eyes, enjoying the gentle touch of Shen Wan'er's fingertips.
After massaging for a while, Shen Wan'er suddenly asked:
"By the way, young master."
"I heard that you have declared war on our Imperial Preceptor, Master Kuhe?"
As she said this, Shen Wan'er's eyes were full of worry.
Although Chen Qingfeng admitted at the Empress Dowager's birthday banquet that he was also a Grandmaster.
But he's so young; he must have only recently become a Grandmaster.
But Kuhe was already a grandmaster many years ago.
Chen Qingfeng nodded and hummed in agreement:
“That’s true.”
"how?"
"Miss Shen is very concerned about this matter?"
Shen Wan'er was taken aback by Chen Qingfeng's question, unsure of how to answer.
She was from the Northern Qi dynasty.
Naturally, they didn't want to see anything happen to Ku He, the guardian deity of Northern Qi.
But more than anything, he was worried about Chen Qingfeng.
They were afraid that Chen Qingfeng might suffer some mishap in his fight with Ku He.
For Shen Wan'er, it would be best if this grandmaster-level showdown didn't happen.
Of course, Shen Wan'er also knew that her words carried little weight.
Even if he said it aloud, Chen Qingfeng probably wouldn't change his mind.
After a moment of silence, Shen Wan'er pursed her lips and spoke:
"Young master, the entire capital city is now focused on this matter."
"I was just worried."
"It would be bad for either of you to get injured in your fight with Master Kuhe."