Young Noble Be Monster Slaying-Chapter 767: Four

"Of course, I remember!" Chu Liang instinctively blurted out.

But the moment the words left his mouth, he froze. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant—like that dreaded moment in school when he hadn’t finished his essay, yet the teacher still called on him to read it aloud.

He had to say something. But would speaking up be a blessing or a disaster?

His mind spun rapidly. He stood up and continued, "General, it seems you’ve misunderstood. I didn’t do anything."

"Oh?" Jing Wuya's scrutinizing gaze bore into him. "That Concubine Li is known for her charm and was once a famous beauty in Canglang City. And you claim to have resisted her temptation?"

"She did approach me just now, but I turned her away on the spot," Chu Liang answered, carefully following the general’s lead.

From this, it seemed that Jing Wuya's warning must have something to do with the consorts.

"Hmm..." Jing Wuya tilted his iron-clad head slightly. "I had you study the king’s mannerisms and speech, but those are merely external traits. We will never know how he truly acts during many of the private occasions. If the king’s close attendants or consorts sense anything amiss, it will only lead to unnecessary trouble."

"I understand," Chu Liang responded.

"Right now, the people of the Fuyao Kingdom still struggle to accept a regime change. You must continue playing this role a while longer. In time, once the entire court recognizes my rule, you may retire with merit. The new royal court of Fuyao Kingdom will have a place for you."

Wow. Painting a whole dream for me, huh? When you finally usurp the throne, who knows if you'll actually keep those who know your secret around? More likely, I'll die without even a full corpse to bury.

Even as Chu Liang sneered inwardly, he still said, "I understand. I will give my utmost effort."

Jing Wuya nodded again and was about to leave when Chu Liang suddenly lifted his gaze and asked, "General, may I see Xue Lingxue one more time?"

"Hm?" Jing Wuya suddenly turned back, his piercing gaze carrying a chilling murderous intent.

The gaze was so piercing that Chu Liang lowered his head.

Finally, Jing Wuya spoke. "You weren’t this talkative before... You’ve only been king for a day, and you’re already making requests? Do you really think you’re Han Lingshou?"

"I wouldn’t dare! General, please forgive me!" Chu Liang quickly apologized. He knew bringing this up was a gamble. It could easily make Jing Wuya suspicious, but if he didn’t ask now, who knew when he’d get another chance?

Facing Jing Wuya’s interrogation, he took two steps back, lowering his voice to a more timid tone. "I am but a lowly official. General, the fact that I’m able to help your grand cause is already the greatest honor I could have. How could I possibly have any demands?

"It’s just that I was thinking... If the real king were here, how could he possibly pass up such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to have Miss Xue perform in the palace? No matter what, he would insist on inviting her for a meeting. This was merely my own speculation in an effort to better portray this role. General, if you disapprove, then I will no longer make such decisions on my own."

A long silence followed.

Jing Wuya studied Chu Liang’s fearful expression, finding it utterly convincing. His suspicions gradually faded.

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After a brief pause, Jing Wuya turned away. "You did well. I will consider this matter. While you remain in the palace, stay cautious."

"Understood, General." Chu Liang responded.

Only when Jing Wuya strode out of the king’s bedchamber did Chu Liang’s expression shift from timid and humble to composed. As a young performing artist with years of acting experience, such a minor scene was nothing to him.

Playing a person who was pretending to be the king? This level of character depth was something he could immerse himself in with just a blink of an eye. It was merely a matter of practice.

After successfully fooling Jing Wuya and getting him to leave, he first dragged out Consort Li, who was still bound by the Demon-Binding Rope. With a light tap of his finger on her forehead, he woke her up.

Chu Liang was about to explain. "Don’t panic just yet, listen to me—"

But Consort Li’s eyes were filled with charm as she suddenly chuckled and said, "I am not panicked... Haha, how amusing. When I heard what you said earlier, I thought you were an imposter..."

As she spoke, she glanced at the rope binding her and said, "No one else could possibly be as skilled as His Majesty."

...

Well, isn't that great. That old fella Han Lingshou turns out to be somewhat perverted.

However, as the king of the Fuyao Kingdom, nothing he did would really be surprising.

Since Consort Li had already convinced herself that he was the real deal for such an absurd reason, Chu Liang saw no need to correct her. Clarifying that he was an imposter would only complicate matters—and if word got out, it certainly wouldn’t end well for him.

So, with a flick of his sleeve, he said, "I was simply too grief-stricken earlier to pay attention to anything else."

Consort Li’s gaze softened. "Your Majesty, I never expected you to be someone who values relationships this deeply..."

Then, her expression shifted ever so slightly. She leaned in, her voice taking on a sultry tone. "Since you have some free time... let’s continue. But please, do not hit my head again. I was knocked unconscious last time... If you must, then..."

Then what... Chu Liang felt so speechless.

"Then hit me with a whip," Consort Li murmured dreamily. "I like that."

Wow. It's always you royals who really know how to have fun, huh?

Seeing how she looked as if she had been poisoned, Chu Liang couldn't help but wonder, How did you know I have a whip? I really need to cleanse that poison out of you.

At this moment, a sudden knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

Knock, knock, knock.

Chu Liang felt his blood surge. Is the bedchamber of the king a marketplace? Why is everyone just dropping by as if they are out for a casual stroll?

He then called out, "Who is it?"

A palace attendant’s voice sounded from outside. "Your Majesty, the ox whip and goji berry oyster soup that Consort Li prepared is ready. I am here to deliver it."

Good lord. When Chu Liang heard the name of that soup, he nearly choked in shock. Is this consort a priestess of the Harmonious Pleasure Sect?

Meanwhile, Consort Li, still bound by the Demon-Binding Rope, had lost consciousness entirely due to the toxic qi of the Demon-Binding Rope.

Without hesitation, Chu Liang stuffed her back under the bed before calling out, "Come in."

A palace attendant, clad in simple robes and a small cap, shuffled in with their head lowered. With careful precision, they placed the tray on the table, their posture rigid with deference. They dared not look up, clearly afraid of seeing something they shouldn’t.

It must be miserable working in this bedchamber. Chu Liang thought as he cast a glance of sympathy at the attendant before waving them off. "You may leave."

"Yes, Your Majesty," the palace attendant nodded before adding, "Consort Li instructed that this soup must be consumed while it’s still hot."

With that, they carefully lifted the lid of the bowl. A rich, fragrant steam curled into the air.

The moment Chu Liang caught a whiff, he knew something was off.

With his current seventh-realm physique, combined with the Mystical Winged Divine Dragon Transcendent Form, ordinary poisons shouldn’t have affected him in the slightest. And yet, the moment he inhaled the scent, a wave of dizziness washed over him.

It was quite a powerful toxin.

If the real Han Lingshou had been here, he probably wouldn’t have been able to withstand it.

Is this palace attendant a spy?

Chu Liang hesitated for a moment before making a split-second decision and allowed himself to go limp, collapsing with a heavy thud onto the floor. He pretended to be unconscious. He wanted to see what this so-called palace attendant intended to do.

"Hmph!" the palace attendant let out a cold snort when he saw that Chu Liang had fainted.

He lifted his head and revealed his face. It turned out he looked just like Han Lingshou!

Another one?

Chu Liang was stunned but he was certain that this man was not the real Han Lingshou. His posture and demeanor were completely different, and the actual king couldn’t possibly return to the palace.

This was now the fourth king in Canglang City!

While Chu Liang felt surprised, he also found this situation oddly amusing.

The Fuyao Kingdom was truly blessed. There was an old saying, "The sky cannot have two suns, and a kingdom cannot have two rulers." Yet, the number of these perverted kings had grown to the point where they could sit down and play mahjong together.

In fact, the ones in this very bedchamber alone could already start a game of Dou Dizhu.[1]

Without hesitation, the new imposter king swiftly removed the palace attendant attire, revealing a golden robe underneath. Clearly, he had come prepared. He pushed Chu Liang under the bed and took a seat at the table.

Moments later, he called out, "Guards!"

A flurry of footsteps echoed as a squad of royal guards rushed in, shouting in unison, "Your Majesty!"

With a wave of his sleeve, the imposter king declared, "Pass down my decree. Summon Miss Xue Lingxue to the palace at once!"

1. A Chinese card game. Refer to link. ☜