Chapter 3: The King's Unwillingness

  "Alright, although we're under the same roof, you've deliberately moved to the southernmost part of the estate to avoid me. Sigh... Tomorrow, you'll move back here!" Kuen War Tian said with a deep gaze at Kuen Xie, filled with pain and regret. No matter how useless or disappointing he was, he was still his own grandson, and also the only bloodline left in the Kuen family...

  At present, although foreign affairs are calm, several princes have grown up and it is a time of internal turmoil. As the number one person in the military, I am like a towering tree, with everyone wanting to get close or waiting for me to approach them. To frame my only blood relative is the most clever plan! If you don't bring back the king's evil deeds, I'm afraid such things will happen again and again in the future.

  "I'm living there, it's fine, no need to move, right!" Jun Xie refused with a smile, jokingly. He was just about to experience what this world's assassin colleague looked like, if he moved back wouldn't he lose this opportunity? When Old Master Jun mentioned this matter, Jun Xie had some subtle excitement in his heart.

  Assassin... That's already a very distant thing, but it's also the most intimate memory.

  "You!... Bastard!" Lord Jun's face turned red with rage, and he raised his large palm to strike, but just as it was about to come down, he stopped, let out a long sigh, and said with complex emotions, "You... go."

  Is this kid refusing himself for the first time?! He... actually dared to refuse me today?! And refused so bluntly?!

  He bowed slightly and immediately stood up straight, turned around and walked away.

  "Oh, and one more thing, from now on you are not allowed to bother Princess Ling Meng again. This matter is non-negotiable, so just drop it!" Lord Jun's voice had an inexplicable sense of despair and a hint of coldness!

  In recent years, although your family seems to be in a high position of power, almost like the only one in the current dynasty, there has always been a fatal flaw, which is that there is no suitable successor! The third generation's only descendant is just this good-for-nothing son, Jun Moxie! Old Master Jun may look like a man in his forties, but his mindset is not young at all. He understands the ways of the world and knows that one day he will leave this world behind. He fears that after he passes away, your family will be completely erased from this world in a very short period of time. Judging from Jun Moxie's current situation, this possibility has almost become an inevitable outcome, and it is even the most likely final outcome that can be seen.

  So Jun Zhan Tian once puffed up his old face and proposed to the Emperor that Jun Mo Xie be allowed to marry the Emperor's most beloved Princess Ling Meng as his wife. If this matter could be accomplished, even if he himself were to pass on, Jun Mo Xie would still have his own prestige and protection, and would also hold the title of Imperial Son-in-law and Royal Family Member. As long as he didn't overstep too much, no matter how he mixed in, he would still be able to preserve the Jun family's ancestral incense from being extinguished.

  The imperial son-in-law, seemingly glorious, is actually the most embarrassing position in the court and the country. Any powerful minister's family would fear that the emperor would suddenly grant a marriage, making their son marry a princess and bring her home: The father-in-law and mother-in-law would have to kneel down to greet their daughter-in-law? Especially since, except for the princess's special permission, the imperial son-in-law is absolutely forbidden from taking concubines. If the princess has a quirky personality or is extremely jealous, it would be really difficult for the whole family to live in peace. However, for someone like you, Mo Ye, this is actually a great guarantee. At least, for the sake of your family's prosperity, this is already the best plan!

  So Jun Zhan Tian proposed this marriage, it was indeed a helpless move.

  His Majesty the Emperor naturally understood the intention of his old comrade and elder brother, and upon hearing this, he also had a mind to act. However, after carefully understanding what Jun Moxie had done, coupled with Princess Ling Meng's refusal to yield even in death, he deliberated for a long time before ultimately refusing.

  "Brother, it's not that I'm unwilling to sell face for you, but I'm also a father, and Ling Meng is my most beloved daughter. How can I possibly... Ah!" The Emperor lowered his tone, leaving the unfinished sentence hanging in the air, causing Jun Zhan Tian to almost choke on his breath.

  As a father? Considering his daughter? If it were ten years ago, when our family was at its peak, even if Mo Xie was ten times more arrogant, as long as I proposed the marriage, wouldn't you be overjoyed? The warmth and coldness of human relationships is like drinking water! This is what's been weighing on your mind, isn't it, Master Jun.

  "Oh, I see." Jun Xie stopped at the door and said calmly. His tone was flat, without any surprise or joy, like a bowl of plain water, and then he took a step out.

  Since Jun Lao Ye Zi expressed this meaning, Jun Mo Xie has been acting as the husband of Ling Meng Gong Zhu, pestering her to death and making her extremely annoyed. But now, seeing his grandson's calm demeanor, he is somewhat surprised and unexpected. Whether Jun Mo Xie was furious or hysterical, even if he was scolding like a shrew... Lao Ye Zi wouldn't be surprised, but only his calmness is beyond expectation.

  "After a fall, how did he change his temper?" Old Master Jun stroked his beard, gazing at the back of Jun Xie who was walking out, with profound eyes.

  After a long while, Jun Zhan Tian clapped his hands and said: "Send a few more good men to guard the young master day and night, there must be no more mistakes! If there are any more blind people, kill them on the spot! No need to have any scruples!" This kind of thing can only happen once, how can my Jun Zhan Tian's grandson be harmed by you? A cold light flashed in Jun Lao Ye Zi's eyes.

  The empty hall, Old Master Jun seemed to be talking to the air, but then a faint voice came from somewhere: "Yes!"

  Jun Xie walked out into the warm sunlight, which cast a gentle glow on his slightly pale face. He strolled towards his own courtyard, with servants constantly bowing and greeting him along the way. Jun Xie ignored them all, lost in his own thoughts.

  No one knew that in this young master's heart, there were words echoing at this moment:

  "What is a killer? As the name suggests, a killer is a hand that kills! A black hand that kills! You must remember this 'black' character!"

  "Assassins have always been illusory, emerging from the void and disappearing into nothingness!"

  "What makes a hitman successful? If a hitman remains unknown until the day he dies, despite having blood on his hands, then he is a successful hitman!"

  "So, what makes a qualified super killer?"

  "What is called a qualified killer, can hide himself in any situation! With scholars, he is a scholar; with painters, he is an artist; with **, he is a rascal; with noblewomen, he is a nobleman, a gentleman; with wolves, he is a lecher! With heroes, he is a model!"

  "In the desert, he is a lizard; on the vast grasslands, he is the Wolf King! Returning to the mountain ranges, he is the mighty tiger, king of all beasts! Floating above the great ocean, he is the divine dragon stirring up the winds and waves!"

  "This is what it means to be a qualified and successful killer!"

  "All he knows is how to kill people, at most he's just a butcher!"

  "Killing people just for the sake of achieving a goal, even if successful every time, can only be considered an excellent assassin at most!"

  "Murder! In itself is an art! As a killer, you can never, must not profane the elegance of this art!"

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  "This was a conversation between Jun Xie and his master in their past life. As he thought about it, a faint smile appeared at the corner of Jun Xie's mouth, and he muttered: '...To add to that, being born into this kind of family now, I'm just a useless second-generation ancestor who only knows how to eat and wait for death!'"

  Suddenly a cold voice said: "Wrong! You are not the second ancestor! I am the second ancestor, and you are the third ancestor!"