"I thought that people in the world were unpredictable, but Qiwu would never deceive me or use me. But today I saw King Qi, but I was shaken." She walked with a lot of thoughts, stopped again, looked back at him, and repeated the sentence, "Feng Yao, what do you think of me?"

Qi Wu instantly smiled, looked at her, and replied seriously: "Why does the princess look at Qi Wu, Qi Wu will only take you more seriously."

"Is that right?" Youmeng's mouth curled up a little, "Then why did you lie? You have hidden so many things from me?"

He kept silent for a moment, and had no choice but to be helpless in his heart, and kept staring at her: "What do the princess mind most among the things I hide?"

"Who are you?" Youmeng's eyes seemed to be looking at a stranger, "What are you doing? I want to know all of these, including your relationship with King Qi!"

Qi Wu looked at her silently: It seems that Qi Miao didn't tell her anything, but she still wanted me to be this bad guy?

"You are not just ordinary business social engagements. You have been helping him with work, and his guild..." Youmeng asked bluntly, "What is your guild doing?"

"Don't worry, sit down." He gently helped her sit on the round stool, leaving his hands on her shoulders, his eyebrows and eyes full of gratitude. "I will tell you everything you want to know and I will not hide you anymore."

Youmeng's eyes blew slightly: "Really?"

He stood up straight, walked a few steps deep, stopped and said, "Our guild, called Qi Changhui, was founded by Qi Chen, the father of Qi Chen. The current guild president is Qi Ye, who commands all affairs of the guild."

Youmeng followed him without any hesitation: "Are you his counselor?"

He agreed and continued, "The year I met him, he was only twelve years old, but he was already young and independent, calm and had a very leader style."

His side face, outlined by the candlelight, was breathtakingly beautiful. From the dream in his eyes, he could see that his appreciation for Qi Miao was beyond words.

"At that time, I was just a swordsman who was not known for his talent. Jiji was unknown and wanted to find a wise master and show his ambitions." He turned his eyes behind him, and his tone became very gentle. "Qiwu was a name that was later changed. My original name was 'Feng Lan'."

Youmeng was stunned in surprise, while Feng Qiwu calmly told the memories—

"Feng Lan?" It was a cold and snowy day. Qi Chen sat in a luxurious chariot. Through the lifted curtain, he looked at the man in white who was kneeling on the snow. "Are you really a descendant of the Feng family?"

Sitting beside Qi Chen, his twelve-year-old son Qi Miao leaned out slightly because of curiosity. When he saw the man in white lying down, he showed respect. His voice was as clear as a spring: "Yes, Feng Lan always remembers the legacy of his ancestors and is willing to serve Master Qi."

Qi Miao looked up and wanted to see his father's reaction.

"Feng's family has fallen, and your strategies are worthless to me." Qi Chen lowered his eyes, glanced at the bamboo slips in his hand without any slightest, and threw them out of the car, "Go back."

The bamboo slips fell crisply in front of the white-clothed knees. Feng Lan raised her body slightly, and a trace of solemnity flashed through her eyes, but she did not force her.

Qi Miao looked at him, wearing a plain white body, like a snowman motionless.
Chapter completed!