Chapter 3. Disturbing This Prince—You Truly Deserve Ten Thousand Deaths!
At this moment, as the head of the Shangguan family, Shangguan Chengfeng could not help but feel his heart grow heavy.
Finding someone to impersonate a prince—such a monstrous act of treason—was beyond outrageous. No one would even dare to imagine it.
At the same time, Shangguan Chengfeng spread his palm. In the next instant, a set of garments appeared in his hand.
They were unmistakably the Third Prince’s attire.
Seeing this, Chu Feng drew a deep breath.
His right fist clenched tightly, then suddenly relaxed.
In the span of a few breaths, his emotions churned through countless turns before finally settling.
His eyes filled with determination.
If he could not even handle a mere lackey, then what would he do once he entered the imperial palace? Would he not be walking straight into death?
He put on the garments.
“Let us go. We will meet them outside.”
Chu Feng’s face was calm.
After speaking, he stepped out of the secret chamber first, unhurried and composed.
Seeing his bearing, Shangguan Chengfeng was astonished.
What was this man’s identity before? Why is he so steady?
A trace of surprise rose in Shangguan Chengfeng’s heart.
He had not expected Chu Feng to adapt so quickly.
He did not look like a vagrant at all.
Shangguan Chengfeng thought quietly, If he does not die, he will become someone great in the future.
Then, watching Chu Feng’s back, Shangguan Chengfeng followed after him with his two daughters.
All three of them were tense.
After all, Situ Xing was someone who knew the Third Prince well.
If he saw through Chu Feng’s disguise at a glance, how would they clean up the mess?
As he walked, Shangguan Chengfeng had already mapped out a path forward.
Glancing sideways, he spoke in a low voice. “Ziyi, Ziyun, I must prepare for the worst.”
“If this man cannot even fool Situ Xing, then I will kill Situ Xing in an instant.”
“After that, I will have people escort you out of the city. You will change your names, conceal your identities, and flee far away—soaring high.”
Shangguan Chengfeng’s two daughters were named Shangguan Ziyi—the one with the icy features—and Shangguan Ziyun—the one with the pure, delicate look.
After hearing this, the two women bit their lips softly, sorrow flickering in their eyes.
They were sensible. They did not say anything melodramatic, only nodded in silence.
Chu Feng walked through the Shangguan family estate, the scenery along the way falling into his eyes.
He felt that everything outside the secret chamber was an entirely different world.
Layer upon layer of dark-tiled eaves overlapped like a black flood dragon lying in ambush, imposing and majestic.
A vast road paved with mysterious stone stretched onward, extraordinarily wide, leading straight to the gates of the Shangguan estate.
On both sides stood numerous guards with cold expressions and sharp eyes.
Chu Feng felt a hint of surprise. The Shangguan family was actually this enormous. The road alone extended for hundreds of zhang.
If the Shangguan family estate was already like this, then what kind of existence would the imperial palace be?
At first, his heart pounded fiercely as he walked alone. Yet the closer he drew to the gate, the calmer he became.
Panic would bring no benefit. Instead, it would only make him easier to see through.
At this moment, the gravity in Chu Feng’s eyes gradually faded into indifference.
He continuously warned himself—he was the current Third Prince of the Great Chu Dynasty, Chu Feng.
Rustle…
With that thought, Chu Feng had already arrived at the gate of the Shangguan estate.
At the same time, he saw three people standing outside.
Chu Feng’s face was indifferent, and a lofty, superior aura naturally flowed from him.
One man wore dark-golden armor. His right hand rested at his waist, where a large saber sat sheathed, its blade keen even through the scabbard.
On this man’s chest, the character “Chu” was carved.
Another wore luxurious robes and carried himself with dignified bearing. At a glance, it was obvious he was the noble son of a great clan.
Yet upon closer inspection, his aura was weak and floating, as though wine and lust had hollowed him out. His entire demeanor was lazy and dissolute—he was the very image of a pampered wastrel.
Behind this wastrel stood an elderly man with an aged face and lowered brows.
Shangguan Chengfeng, walking behind, subtly changed expression when he saw the three of them.
This is bad. That is an imperial guard from the Forbidden Army!
The visitors were not only Situ Xing, the eldest young master of the Situ family.
There was also a guard from the Great Chu imperial palace.
Dark-golden armor, the “Chu” emblem on the chest—other than the Forbidden Army of Great Chu, there was no one else.
Shangguan Chengfeng’s heart plunged to rock bottom. At a glance, he recognized that man as the Third Prince’s personal guard.
Otherwise, he could not possibly have come with Situ Xing.
BOOM…
Shangguan Chengfeng kept his expression steady, but inwardly he was already bracing himself.
If that guard or Situ Xing saw through Chu Feng’s disguise, he would strike without hesitation and kill them both.
After that, he would send his two daughters out of the city, preserving the Shangguan bloodline.
Outside the gate, When the Forbidden Army guard saw Chu Feng, his face turned solemn with respect.
With a heavy thud, he dropped to one knee and said reverently, “Your Highness!”
Chu Feng’s expression did not change. When dealing with a mere guard, there was no need to show too much.
“Why are you here?” Chu Feng asked, his tone calm and unhurried.
At that moment, the young man with the wastrel’s demeanor—Situ Xing—wore a grin.
At the same time, he cast a long, meaningful look into the depths of the Shangguan residence.
With a smile, Situ Xing said, “Brother Chu, your personal guard and I have both been worried about your safety!”
“It has been two days. You have not sent any word at all. I was nearly afraid something happened to you.”
“Brother Chu, you are a noble prince. If anything were to go wrong, it would be a loss to Great Chu!”
After speaking, Situ Xing’s gaze swept back and forth across Chu Feng’s face.
As he looked, doubt rose in his heart.
Strange. This Third Prince seems different from the one in my memory.
The face was exactly the same, yet he still felt there was something different.
As though he were looking at a different person altogether.
Hearing this, Chu Feng had not yet spoken.
Behind him, Shangguan Chengfeng suddenly roared, “Insolence!”
“Situ Xing, you are a junior. To speak recklessly before the Shangguan family’s gates—if His Highness were not here, I would cripple your legs!”
Shangguan Chengfeng’s tone was icy and severe. A terrifying aura spread out like a storm sweeping in.
That oppressive presence made Situ Xing’s expression tighten.
No matter what, the other party was still the head of a great family—an unfathomable expert.
At this moment, the elderly man behind Situ Xing stepped forward, placing himself in front of him.
BOOM!
In an instant, Shangguan Chengfeng’s storm-like aura was blocked.
“Shangguan Chengfeng, as the head of a clan, you actually wish to strike a junior. You truly disgrace yourself.” The old man spoke lightly, meeting Shangguan Chengfeng head-on.
Just then—
Chu Feng frowned deeply, his voice filled with impatience.
“All under heaven belongs to the sovereign. On Great Chu’s lands, who dares lay a hand on this prince? Are you tired of living?”
“These past few days, two beauties have accompanied me at my side. I have been drunk on tenderness the entire time. Yet you come here and ruin my moment of spring night bliss.”
“You deserve ten thousand deaths!”
Chu Feng’s face was dark, and within his words lurked a trace of killing intent.