Bu Tong gave Qin Li, whose face was a mask of arrogance and pride, a long, hard look. Without another word, he immediately had his men take Wei Qiang and leave.
For one, he was genuinely a little afraid of this unrestrained fellow. The man was a complete scoundrel, without a shred of a nobleman's grace. If they stayed a moment longer, Bu Tong was almost certain Qin Li would make a move on him. And Bu Tong had seen Qin Li's attacks on Wei Qiang clearly. He reckoned that even he might not have been able to dodge such vicious strikes!
If they really clashed, it wouldn't matter to Qin Li. The entire imperial court, both civil and military officials, knew he was a hotheaded oaf. But the image Bu Tong had painstakingly cultivated for years would instantly come crashing down. For another, Wei Qiang's injuries could not be delayed. No matter what, he couldn't just watch him die within the academy's walls. Otherwise, it would be difficult to answer to the Crown Prince.
