<h4>Chapter 652: Princess Jia Ning and the Emperor''s Son-in-Law</h4>


    “What else would it be?” Qin Ye set down a cup of coffee before Mbunba and furrowed his brows, “I haven’t given a proper introduction of myself just yet. I was nning to do so before the Lord Mythic Spirit.”


    What the hell is this?!


    Mbunba stared at Qin Ye with great disbelief. He couldn’t quite ept what Qin Ye was saying.


    “It’s only normal that you’re unaware of these things.” Qin Ye smiled casually as he continued sipping his coffee, “After all, Hell is currently locked down due to some circumstances that I’m not at liberty to disclose. It wasn’t easy for us to reach out to you like this.”


    Mbunba had at some point in time already pulled out a clean handkerchief to wipe off the imaginary sweat on his forehead. It was a habitual response.


    The news might have been delivered casually, but he certainly appreciated the weight of the implications behind Qin Ye’s words. In fact, this was something that was potentially more earth-shattering than even the news pertaining to the Russian Underworld’s Parasitic Inkstone Mine!


    However, sea trade was something of quite a different character!


    In fact, ever since the closure of Cathayan borders, there has been a dearth of Cathayan artwork in the rest of theherworld. If they were able to secure themselves a bountiful harvest through a backdoor sea trade with Hell, their national finances would easily be all sorted out for the near future. After all, he knew full well the kind of prices Cathayan artwork could fetch.


    By now, Mbunba already had a sincere smile stered all over his face, “I truly didn’t expect you to be a member of the Zhu n. Pardon the ignorance on my part.”


    Appearance-wise, Qin Ye wasn’t half bad. At the very least, he exuded an air of youthful heroism about him. Needless to say, Qin Ye wasn’t half bad as far as his cultivation was concerned either. Everything appeared to check out on the surface, and Mbunba couldn’t quite find any loopholes in Qin Ye’s ims.


    “Does it really matter who’s smuggling goods? We’re traversing the entire span of the Hindustani Ocean to get to the Mgasy Underworld. Does the person sending these treasure ships truly matter?”


    That’s right…


    Besides, Hell was the one who would be sending goods over first, so what does it matter who they are?


    Since the identity didn’t matter, there was clearly no reason to bring up the Zhu n’s name in the first ce. That said, the prospects of them being old business partners also helped to ease up the wariness in Mbunba’s heart.


    Mgasy was an ind that was a strategic gateway into the entire Alkebn Continent.


    Qin Ye sighed and shook his head, “I came here with my eyes on the prize, but the prize was clearly out of my reach.”


    “Mr Qin…” Mbunba’s breath grew hot and ragged, “Why don’t you… Wait just a little bit longer?”


    Whoosh!


    This kiddo… understands things.


    “I’ll definitely let you have an answer within the day!” Mbunba bowed deeply and immediately left.


    It grew wider and wider, until Qin Ye finally burst outughing.


    He’d finally found his point of entry!


    And as for his identity?


    Hell was currently sealed off by the Array of the Nine Gods that was set in ce by the Second King Yanluo of Hell, and nobody could possibly know any better what was happening within Hell right now. If Qin Ye said he was the husband to Princess Jia Ning, then he was the husband to Princess Jia Ning. And if he was a son inw to the emperor, then so be it!


    This was a smuggling operation. Hell was sending goods to be disposed of in the Alkebn Underworlds. All the ck Mamba Underworld needed to do was to await the shipment and receive the goods at their port. There’s no risk of loss at all!


    And to that end, the reason why Qin Ye had decided to pass himself off as a member of the Zhu n was simply to smoothen the path for his dealings with the ck Mamba Underworld.


    Simple.


    In fact, he could easily produce a whole host of other artifacts to prove his identity, including coveted treasures such as the Hotan Blood Jade, the imperial green jade, the South Red Agate, and so on and so forth.


    Speaking of which, I’ve heard that the Cathayan artwork is rather popr in the international arena.


    Time flew by, and four hours passed in the blink of an eye. And then, there was another knock on the door.


    “Naturally.” Qin Ye patted his back gently, and they released each other from embrace. Then, Qin Ye continued, “So, Mr Babulu, I take it that you’re no longer as busy now?”


    “No problem. Truth be told, we’de here first because we would prefer to work with someone that we’ve had a history with before.”


    Just look at how your posture and tone has changed over thest few days… Qin Ye shuddered softly as he nodded his head.


    “Please.”


    Qin Ye stepped through the door without hesitation. His vision blurred out at once, and his mind spun. A split secondter, he found himself appearing right in the middle of a grand hall.


    A series of stone pirs carved with all sorts of living beings supported the entire grand hall. Thempstand was carved with intricate totemic designs of the birds of Alkebn, and it zed withhermes that rose several meters into the sky. The corners of the walls and the roof of the grand hall were also etched with remarkable reliefs. Anyone who stood in the heart of these halls would find themselves unimaginably small and filled with a desire to worship the object of their religion.


    A circr altar was located right in the depths of the grand hall, and a 100-meter long skeletal serpenty right atop the altar!


    Yama-King…


    Terrifying Yin energy cascaded down to the ground like a grand waterfall. Even though the ck Mamba was clearly already restraining its abilities, Qin Ye still couldn’t help but feel as though he were a mere mortal standing in the face of a colossal dragon.


    This was the might of a divine being.