Wow...the first post of this month. And it''s already on the second week. I really hate having to trante the describing part of the book. I mean.e on... it was hard enough to trante oldnguage and now want me to differentiate in between pillows, silks and threads count. Aoaoaoao... So, I might have skip on one or two paragraph...lols ...and I''m feeling bad for neglecting KY and JQ. Thanks to <b>Minak Amie</b> for her awesome editing. And for 2 donaters <b>Meira Cummings & Jasmin Vega</b>.. I''ll try to step up my trantion progress.


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    <span>Other than the floor and the roof, all the furnishings in the room had been redecorated, retaining none of the characteristics of Tong. Instead, the atmosphere of the room was more like that of nature.


    <span>The bed was covered with a few expensiveyers of soft silk. Numerous soft brocade pillows were scattered on top.


    <span>He Di was half naked, his lower body only covered up a piece of white cloth. Hezily observed Zi Yan as he entered into his territory.


    <span>“Zi Yan of Xi Lei hase to pay respects to His Highness, Prince He Di of Dan Lin.”


    <span>He Di’s narrow eyes stared at the man in front of him from head to toe. He looked at the in, white, but clean boots, and the slender but strong legs. He looked at the solid and firm chest that was covered by his clothes, then the neck… and finally stopped at the pair of ck, starry eyes. The depths of his eyes were always burning with a strong will to fight.


    <span>“The honorable emissary has been troubled toe herete at night. I... this Prince should apologize. It must have been hard for you… Emissary.”


    <span>“There is no need to be so polite, Your Highness. The treaty is important for both sides. Zi Yan does not dare to ck in the slightest.”


    <span>“Oh?” He Di’s voice was mixed with a touch fondness. “Is what the Emissary said true?”


    <span>“Of course.”


    <span>This man… even his serious expression is sexy.


    <span>Damn it! I really want to push him down and y with him until he cries…


    <span>His depraved mind suddenly thought something evil causing his body to heat up. The mes burning in his narrow eyes had be even more scorching.


    <span>“Why are you still standing? Come and sit down.”


    <span>Sit?<span> Zi Yan’s eyes swept past the luxurious and excessive silks and pillows. He could not ignore the huge bed that seemed to be calling for an obscene situation to develop at any time. However, other than the bed, there seemed to be no other ce to sit.


    <span>After thinking for a while, he grew tired from paying so much attention to the other’s nonsense and calmly solved his problem by picking a corner and sitting cross-legged.


    <span>“ording to Kong Liu, Your Highness has some doubts about the route that needs to be taken to transport the sand from Dan Lin to the maind and hope to solve this problem as soon as possible before leaving Tong. Is that correct?”


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    <span>“Your Highness?”


    <span>Zi Yan did his best to maintain his tranquil and even-tempered state.


    <span>Bing enraged and rashly pointing a sword at the opponent was taboo. He knew that He Di was not as frivolous and insolent as he portrayed himself on the surface.


    <span>But, the man in front of him continued to remain silent. At that moment, his face seemed to be hiding some malicious intentions and an evil smile. His eyes were looking at him as if he were an interesting toy to be yed with. All of it made it difficult for Zi Yan to maintain a clear mind.


    <span>After looking long enough at the man who caused his heart to itch, He Di finally retracted his excessive attention and spoke indifferently. “It is not easy to open up a route. After deliberating over it, I feel that this matter should not be done hastily, but rather carried out slowly.”


    <span>“How slow?”


    <span>“First, my side will survey for a suitable route. Once we find an appropriate one, a trial trip will be made. If everything goes well, then we can begin transporting the luminous sand.”


    <span>“Specifically how much time will be needed?”


    <span>“Perhaps,” dying, He Di made himselffortable by leaning against a bunch of soft pillows. A pair of strong, long, and powerful legs stuck out of the brocade quilt. He confidently exposed the tanned skin that resulted from regr exposure to the sun while at sea. “The sea is always a mystery… surveying a route? Hmm… this would require at least 10 months. A trial trip would need around 4 to 5 months. This Prince will try his best to handle this matter properly by the end of next year.”