GTB Chapter 117

Chapter 117: What’s the Meaning of What’s Snatched Away?

Chapter 117: What’s the Meaning of What’s Snatched Away?

Song Fuge paused upon hearing this, glanced at the purse hanging from his waist, suppressed the shock rising in his heart, and smiled at Shí Yan:

“How can a small purse be used as a return gift? Moreover, it’s something I keep close to my body, it’s really not appropriate to give it to Seventh Prince.”

After he finished speaking, he instructed Leng Da: “Go and bring the jade bone fan I recently acquired.”

Shí Yan flung open the folding fan in his hand, his voice casual, “No need, this prince is more used to using his own fan.”

As he spoke, his eyes, with a hint of pressure, looked at Song Fuge, “What? Is Lord Song even reluctant to part with a small purse?”

Song Fuge met Shí Yan’s gaze, their eyes met, showing no timidity, his eyes overflowing with incomprehension.

He didn’t understand how Shí Yan knew about his relationship with Chu’er, and how he was so sure that this purse was given by Chu’er?

He retracted his probing gaze, picked up the teacup in front of him and took a light sip, his eyes returning to their usual gentle state, “It’s not that I, Song, am stingy, it’s just that this purse is something I keep close to my body, I’ve long been used to wearing it, why should Your Highness take what others cherish?”

“Eighth brother, go outside.” Shí Yan was spoken to by the phrase “close to my body” left and right, the color in his eyes gradually darkening, his gaze fixed on Song Fuge, but the words were spoken to Shí Yuanchen beside him.

Shí Yuanchen, from the initial daze and incomprehension, to finally seeming to perceive that the atmosphere was not right, was quietly eating his melon seeds in silence, but was suddenly named to go out.

He glanced at Shí Yan’s expression, reluctantly got up and walked out, just as he wanted to stick his ear to eavesdrop, he was directly blocked by Mu Feng in front of him.

Inside the room, Shí Yan looked at Song Fuge, and said meaningfully:

“Taking what others cherish? What did I take from Lord Song? Just a purse, why does Lord Song speak so seriously? It’s as if this prince has snatched away your beloved.”

He calmly looked at Song Fuge’s gradually chilling expression, and continued: “Speaking of this, this prince remembers that you previously offered the entire Hidden Trace Tower without hesitation, to let me marry your beloved!”

“How is it that you can push your beloved into another’s arms, but you’re unwilling to part with a small purse?”

Song Fuge listened to Shí Yan’s sarcastic words, the hand holding the teacup, his fingertips turning white.

This was embroidered stitch by stitch for him by Chu’er, why should he give it up?

His eyes fixed firmly on Shí Yan, and he said word by word: “Yes, unwilling. Does Your Highness intend to be at odds with me for the sake of a purse?”

“Being at odds is not necessary, but this purse… this prince is determined to have it.”

A sneer appeared on the corner of Song Fuge’s mouth, and then he tore off the purse from his waist, directly stuffed it into his lapel, and looked at Shí Yan with determination in his eyes, “No, give.”

“Then it depends on whether Lord Song has the ability not to give it.” Shí Yan finished speaking, and immediately reached out towards Song Fuge’s chest.

Song Fuge had anticipated this, and as soon as Shí Yan finished speaking, he immediately retreated from his seat.

His speed was seen by Shí Yan, who did not continue to attack, but scanned the private room and said:

“If Lord Song doesn’t want this Mo Feng Pavilion to be torn down, then accompany this prince to the outside of the city for a contest.”

Shí Yan said, and stood up, “Dare you go?”

“What’s there to be afraid of? It’s just that swords and sabers have no eyes, if I accidentally injure Seventh Prince, don’t retaliate with your power.”

Song Fuge knew that if he wanted to keep this purse, there was only one way: to win against him.

Very well, he would see how capable this Seventh Prince was, besides that layer of identity.

The sun was setting, the streets were bustling.

Two horses, one in front and one behind, headed towards the city gate, red robes glittering, blue robes as beautiful as jade.

“Where is Seventh Brother going?” Shí Yuanchen, who was waiting for his carriage downstairs, grabbed Mu Feng’s arm, puzzled, as he watched Shí Yan ride away on his horse.

“I don’t know, Eighth Prince, don’t wait, come to the residence to find my master tomorrow if you have anything!” Mu Feng didn’t follow, the subordinates of the Mo Feng Pavilion’s owner didn’t follow, so naturally he wouldn’t follow either.

After all, the master knew how to keep things in check, and the owner of the Mo Feng Pavilion was even more so, even if his martial arts were extraordinary, he wouldn’t dare to deliver a fatal blow.

Five miles outside the city, beside the official road, the grassland was flat, and a gentle breeze was blowing.

After Shí Yan and Song Fuge dismounted, they exchanged glances for only a moment before quickly attacking each other, although neither made murderous moves, neither gave way an inch.

After a few moves, Song Fuge, who was clearly at a disadvantage, made no more reservations and went all out.

He was shocked in his heart, he didn’t expect Shí Yan’s martial arts to be so outstanding, something that a latecomer like him couldn’t compare to.

His eyes were sharp, he used all his internal energy, and after another collision of swords and sabers, he quickly retreated, at the same time, the hidden weapon on his wrist shot directly towards Shí Yan.

This was Soft Muscle Powder, it wouldn’t harm life, so he shot it without hesitation, as the saying goes, war is based on deception, he had never been a straightforward gentleman, except in front of Jiang Jiuchu.

Shí Yan had noticed the hidden weapon on his wrist when he was in the Mo Feng Pavilion, and had long been prepared in his heart, he flashed his body, quickly dodged it, and his eyes flickered slightly.

When the next hidden weapon shot over, he deliberately dodged half a beat slower.

Seeing this, Song Fuge approached while constantly shooting hidden weapons, and finally, when Shí Yan dodged, he cut Shí Yan’s back shoulder with a sword.

At the same time, Shí Yan quickly struck Song Fuge’s chest with a palm, and the purse directly flew out with Shí Yan’s movement.

Song Fuge was shaken back a few steps by the force of the palm wind, and a few traces of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, when he wanted to step forward again, the purse had already fallen into Shí Yan’s hands.

He bent slightly, covered his chest and smiled: “Seventh Prince’s martial arts are extraordinary, Song is willing to admit defeat, it’s just that this purse doesn’t belong to you in the first place, what’s the meaning of snatching it away?”

“Meaning?” Shí Yan opened the purse, took out a few ten thousand silver notes from inside and threw them at Song Fuge.

“Does it have meaning for you to wear a purse embroidered by another man’s wife?”

Seeing that Shí Yan had spoken plainly, Song Fuge directly replied: “When she gave it to me, she was not your wife yet, and it had nothing to do with you.”

Shí Yan did not refute his words, but followed his words: “So, you could wear it before, but it’s not appropriate to wear it now, if someone with ulterior motives knows that you are wearing something embroidered by Seventh Princess Consort, do you think it will cause trouble for her?”

As he spoke, he did not give Song Fuge a chance to speak, and continued: “Don’t say no one knows, I, as a man, can recognize her embroidery skills at a glance, how can others not recognize it?”

He naturally didn’t recognize any embroidery skills, these words were just spoken for Song Fuge to hear.

He was able to recognize it entirely because of the round sun on it, and knowing the relationship between the two of them.

Looking at the two soaring swallows on the purse, the jealousy in his heart condensed in his palm and turned into internal energy, determined to destroy it.

“Don’t,” Song Fuge’s heart ached, and he looked at Shí Yan and said urgently: “She already belongs to you, as long as Seventh Prince is willing to return the purse to me, you can make any request, I won’t wear this purse in the future either.”