Chapter 117: The Quinjet Protocol for Showing Off

Even the boat captain chuckled beside him, saying, "Young brother, losing your hair at such a young age means you’ve achieved great progress through arduous cultivation. As the saying goes, when one goes bald, one grows stronger. At least all the formidable people I’ve met had no hair."

As the captain spoke, murmurs rippled through the crowd, all discussing the matter of baldness.

Night Kun’s face darkened.

Sensing how sensitive Night Kun was about his hair, the captain quickly apologized, “Young brother, I’m terribly sorry. It’s quite noisy here; let’s move to my room.”

“Lead the way, captain,” Night Kun said in a low voice. If his wife weren’t starving, he wouldn’t have accompanied the captain. Even if it meant jumping off the flying boat, he wouldn’t touch a morsel of the captain’s food.

The captain’s quarters were undoubtedly the most luxurious on the boat. A long table was laden with an array of sumptuous dishes.

“Husband, eat some greens. Don’t always eat meat; it will give you bad breath,” Yan Muer said, wiping the corner of Night Kun’s mouth. Ye Li was beside them, helping to serve dishes to my brother Kun.

Looking at Yuan Zhen and Feng Dian, it was clear they had never tasted such expensive food.

“Don’t be polite, eat your fill,” the captain laughed heartily. These people were genuine; you could tell from their manner of eating—so sincere.

Yet, the captain was puzzled. This little bald guy was so powerful, so why didn’t he have money to eat?

Seeing that bald head, the captain immediately realized it was a form of ascetic cultivation.

Young people these days, to cultivate, would even forgo their hair—truly relentless.

But marrying two exceptionally beautiful wives—that was something to envy.

“Captain, thank you for your generous hospitality. We won’t hold back,” Yuan Zhen said awkwardly, bowing slightly.

“No trouble at all, eat up,” the captain said, promptly bringing out a large basin of rice.

Everyone was surprised—indeed, they could eat as much as they wanted.

Not long after, a knock sounded at the door.

“I’ll get it,” the captain said cheerfully, rising to open the door without a hint of arrogance.

“What are you doing here?” Night Kun asked, hearing a trace of disdain in the captain’s voice.

“I missed you,” came the voice. Night Kun froze—it was Yue Zhu’s voice.

Unexpectedly, the innkeeper’s wife had some connection with the captain. Judging by the situation, it seemed the innkeeper had feelings for the captain, but the captain did not reciprocate. Interesting.

“I’m entertaining guests,” the captain replied.

“I just heard about it and came to check on you. Are you hurt?” Yue Zhu asked.

“Hurt? Never in my life,” Night Kun replied confidently.

“Blowing smoke again.”

“Hey, hey, I haven’t even invited you in…”

Night Kun saw Yue Zhu step inside. She saw Night Kun too, but her expression didn’t show surprise.

Having just heard outside that a bald man had dispelled the vengeful spirit, she immediately made the connection—and it really was him.

“What a coincidence, innkeeper,” Night Kun chuckled lightly.

Yue Zhu forced a smile, “Yes, quite a coincidence.”

Ye Li whispered, “Wasn’t the innkeeper just dining with a wealthy man? So soon?”

The captain frowned slightly.

Yue Zhu thought to herself, “This woman is despicable.”

“Just some serious matters to discuss,” Yue Zhu explained.

Ye Li didn’t press further—she had seen women like this before.

Night Kun smiled at the captain, “Have you eaten well? Shall we begin?”

“That would be splendid. Please, this way.”

Inside the captain’s room was a small wooden platform outside, furnished with a few chairs—perfect for gazing at the night sky.

A true indulgence.

“Please, sit.”

Everyone stopped eating, because why else follow my brother Kun here? To watch him put on a show.

Commonly known as—

Kun-style Showmanship.

Yue Zhu curiously asked, “What are you going to have him do?”

“Divination.”

“Ah! Just him?”

“Got a problem with that?”

“I think he’s just a fraud.”

“Yue Zhu, if you say that about this young brother again, I’ll ask you to jump off right here,” the captain said sternly, his gaze sharp.

Yue Zhu dared not reply and obediently followed behind the captain. Clearly, this captain was no ordinary man.

Night Kun was also curious about the captain’s identity. Yue Zhu had been so domineering before—why was she so fearful in front of the captain?

The small wooden platform had no railing, just a small table and four stools.

Night Kun and the captain sat down, while the others stood aside, including Ye Li and Yan Muer.

Usually, they teased my brother Kun without consequence—now to embarrass the husband in front of outsiders? Smart women knew how to size things up.

Before either man spoke, Yue Zhu coldly said, “Do you know who is sitting opposite you?”

The captain waved a hand dismissively, “Yue Zhu, status is a trivial matter. Don’t be like that.”

Everyone felt as if the captain wanted to reveal his identity but was too modest to say it outright.

Night Kun chuckled softly, looking at the captain: “Captain, you carry an air of ease, but if observed closely, there’s a sharpness beneath. Though seeming carefree, every gesture is laden with meaning—likely shaped by your life circumstances.”

“Interesting, go on,” the captain’s eyes brightened.

“The innkeeper is very strong-willed. Such a strong innkeeper cowers like a frightened kitten before you. That’s telling. Coupled with her tone just now, your status must be extraordinary.”

“The captains of flying boats are appointed by the Tai Capital authorities. Putting these clues together, you very well might be royalty—perhaps even a prince,” Night Kun said, feeling his talent for bluffing improve. But it wasn’t pure fabrication—just logical deductions.

The captain suddenly laughed, “When I first saw you, young brother, I sensed you were no ordinary person—and so it proved! Can you guess why I became a boat captain?”

By saying this, the captain tacitly admitted his identity, leaving everyone slightly stunned—it really was a prince!

Night Kun whispered, “Though I haven’t known the captain long, he seems genuine. As a prince, such a personality could earn many enemies. Coming here as a captain is likely a form of punishment from the sovereign.”

“Impudent!” Yue Zhu snapped.

“Yue Zhu! Say that again and you’ll be jumping,” the captain roared, his royal aura bursting forth.

Yue Zhu bowed slightly, “My apologies.”

When the captain looked at Night Kun again, he laughed, “Young brother, you are truly remarkable. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were sent by my elder royal brother.”

“That would require a sudden vengeful spirit to match,” Night Kun quipped.

“Hahaha, I like you.”

Night Kun was speechless.

“That was a bit forward. Brothers and sisters, don’t get any ideas—I’m still quite normal,” the captain joked. This personality was surprisingly affable.

Night Qin felt his brother was up to his usual antics. To meet a prince from the Tai Capital—heaven!

“Let me introduce myself. I am Zhangsun Tan, the Ninth Prince of the realm!”