PDLP Chapter 1299 The Princess is Tired
Chapter 1299 The Princess is Tired
With a force of over two thousand men and more than thirty horse-drawn carriages, the marching speed could not be fast.
Qiao Jushan had already led four hundred cavalrymen as the vanguard to clear the way.
Lin Feng observed the area around Miao Changfeng's carriage and noticed a dozen or so men in blue robes, moving with remarkable agility and composure.
They knew that he was Miao Changfeng's personal bodyguard, and also his trump card as a leader of the martial arts world.
Just as they stepped out of the capital city gates, the broken sword on Lin Feng's back trembled slightly, indicating that there were cultivators in the group.
Only then did Lin Feng notice that between Miao Changfeng's carriage and the princess's carriage, there was a slightly smaller van mixed in with the procession.
It's very ordinary and inconspicuous.
Based on the amplitude of the broken sword's tremors, Lin Feng determined that this cultivator should be a second-generation disciple in a hidden sect.
Given Lin Feng's current condition, even if those high-level cultivators from those reclusive sects appeared alone, they would not be a match for him.
Therefore, the appearance of this cultivator was negligible to Lin Feng.
Just as the Taisho peace delegation passed the city and it was still quite bright, a young eunuch rode up ahead and came to Miao Changfeng's carriage.
"Your Majesty, Prime Minister, Your Majesty, Prime Minister..."
Miao Yong quickly went to greet him, a smile on his face.
"Eunuch Pan, is there anything I can help you with?"
"Lord Miao, Her Highness the Princess says she is tired and needs to rest."
Miao Yong looked up at the sun in the sky. It was around 3 PM, the perfect time to hurry on his journey.
"Eunuch Pan, there are villages and towns about ten miles ahead. We can..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Eunuch Pan.
"Lord Miao, why don't you go and report to Her Highness the Princess?"
"Uh... this... please wait a moment, Eunuch Pan."
How could Miao Yong dare to speak to the princess? He could only steer his horse closer to the carriage window and whisper to Miao Changfeng inside the carriage for instructions.
A moment later, Miao Yong waved his hand and gave the order.
"Everyone, halt your advance and set up camp on the spot."
The 2,000-strong force slowly came to a stop, and regardless of where they were, they dismounted and began to pack up their equipment.
Lin Feng looked around. This place was completely unsuitable for setting up a camp. Miao Changfeng was being far too casual.
However, a little thought reveals that since this place has just left Kyoto, there is no need to worry about safety. In addition, with an army of nearly two thousand men, no matter where they are stationed, no foolish bandits or mountain thieves will come looking for trouble.
On the other hand, Miao Changfeng spoiled the princess too much. He could stop the march whenever he wanted, without even considering the rules for setting up camp.
Lin Feng thought this, but it was none of his business. Upon hearing the order, he dismounted and was served by his attendants, so he didn't have to lift a finger.
He wanted to see what the cultivator hiding in the carriage looked like and whether he knew him.
He had dealt with many reclusive sects and knew many of their inner disciples.
However, they all exist in a hostile manner.
Now, all the major hidden sects have become Lin Feng's mortal enemies. If it weren't for his own abilities, he would have wanted to storm the mountain and avenge his master.
That's why Lin Fengcai was worried that if they recognized him, they might be able to make plans in advance and avoid affecting his plans to sabotage the peace talks.
Lin Feng walked around the campsite with his hands behind his back, pointing out the shortcomings of the soldiers.
They slowly approached the smaller carriage.
A soldier stood on either side of the carriage. When Lin Feng strolled over, he didn't say anything, but just watched him warily.
The cultivator didn't get out of the carriage; it seemed he intended to spend the night there.
But it's broad daylight now, so we should get out of the car and move around a bit. Otherwise, won't it be uncomfortable to stay cooped up in the car all the time?
Lin Feng strolled over slowly, without even having a chance to glance at the person.
The ability to diffuse consciousness is something that fellow cultivators are very sensitive to. If Lin Feng is proficient in this area, he might be able to scan the target without them noticing.
But Lin Feng hadn't seriously studied it; he was mostly self-taught and couldn't really talk about any technique. It was safest to just rely on his eyes.
When Lin Feng had strolled to within a dozen or so feet of the carriage, the broken sword trembled, conveying a message to him.
It means that Lin Feng was scanned by the consciousness of another cultivator.
If it weren't for the broken sword's reaction, Lin Feng wouldn't have noticed the opponent's subtle movements at all.
Lin Feng pretended to be ignorant, maintaining his original pace, checking the soldiers' encampment while pondering the cultivator's reaction.
Lin Feng hadn't gone far when he turned back.
He mainly wanted to check on the cultivator's condition, but since he couldn't see him, he went back to eat. He wasn't in the mood to urge the soldiers to set up sentry posts or anything like that.
To everyone's surprise, as they passed the monk's carriage, they saw a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old alight from it.
The young man stood in front of the carriage and beckoned to Lin Feng with his finger.
Lin Feng looked around and saw that he was the only one there. He pointed at himself and looked at the other person, as if to say, "Are you beckoning me?"
The young man grew impatient and shouted.
"It's you, come here."
Lin Feng was on the verge of a breakdown. Ever since the broken sword had channeled a large amount of blood and qi mixed with Shu Qin's emotions into his body, the complex true qi had been refined to a certain purity by the old guys. However, the emotions mixed into his brain were not so easy to separate into pure and refined forms.
Lin Feng had no good way to get rid of these negative emotions, nor did he have the time to eliminate them little by little.
All he could do was suppress it temporarily, using his powerful soul to do so.
However, even the slightest provocation can push him to the brink of exploding, which is a problem Lin Feng has always been worried about.
Hearing the young man's arrogant and rude shouts, Lin Feng couldn't contain himself. He stopped and took a deep breath to calm himself before slowly turning around and walking over, stopping a few steps away from the man.
The young man, however, seemed oblivious and said impatiently.
"Go and ask them why things are stagnant during the daytime?"
Lin Fengqiang smiled and said, "No need to ask, Her Highness is tired and cannot continue on her journey."
The young man frowned and said, "Why is there so much trouble? Don't you know our time is precious?"
Seeing that the man's expression was becoming increasingly arrogant, Lin Feng didn't want to say anything more to him, fearing that he would lose control of his emotions.
He turned around and said as he walked away, "There are still more than two thousand people with us. Everyone has something to do."
Upon hearing this, the young man flew into a rage.
"Stop right there! Did I say you could leave?"
Lin Feng kept walking, grinned, and stopped talking, wanting only to leave as soon as possible.
Seeing that Lin Feng wouldn't listen to him, the young man immediately pushed off with his feet, leaped into the air, and swiftly pounced over.
He punched Lin Feng in the back mid-air.
Lin Feng turned around and raised his arm to block, but the young man's fist struck his forearm.
The young man landed and took a step back, while Lin Feng also took two steps back.
He didn't want to reveal his hand, so he deliberately took a step back, his eyes turning slightly red.
The young man was indignant that a military officer from the mundane world could withstand his punch and only take two steps back.
He believed that he had held back too much force, and that he simply did not want to harm the other person's life.
He wasn't worried about Lin Feng's life, but rather because his master had repeatedly instructed him to restrain his temper and avoid getting too entangled with worldly people.