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Crimson Kingdom is in chaos, with the vassal states watching closely. The Chancellor has personally led an expedition to Jingyang, preparing to confront the Rebels between Jiangling and Jingyang. Although news of the Chancellor's personal involvement has spread, rumors of Prince Ping'an's rebellion continue to grow in Chang'an. Since the last Morning Court, the ministers have not returned, and their families have begun packing to leave Chang'an. Fear grips everyone.
Since Su Peijiu left with Qi Mo, there has been no news from Nan Xie Tower regarding their Master of the Building. Despite the urgent situation, no one dares to act recklessly.
This is the fifth cup that Flower Mother has smashed. With a cold expression, she watches her subordinates come and go. The sixth cup is already in her hand, ready to be thrown: “No news yet? How many have you sent out? Can't we find even a hint about our master?”
The people of Nan Xie Tower lower their heads, kneeling on the ground in shame.
Black Crow also pounds on a pillar in frustration but retains some composure. He sighs and says to Flower Mother: “We can't blame them; after all, they are up against the Desolate King. It's normal that we can't find anything.”
“Normal my foot! Don't you know what the situation is now? Who can guarantee that the Desolate King isn't harboring ill intentions towards our master? Do men ever have good intentions?!” Flower Mother suddenly loosens her grip, and the sixth cup crashes to the ground, shattering into pieces.
Though Black Crow wants to argue, he realizes this isn't the right moment for it and chooses to remain silent.
Flower Mother paces back and forth in the hall, gritting her teeth: “Send out another hundred people. Even if we have to turn Chang'an upside down, we must find our Master of the Building!”
“Yes!” The kneeling individuals swiftly leap into action, their movements synchronized and rapid. However, Flower Mother shows no sign of easing her worried expression.
“Flower Mother, what are you worried about?”
Flower Mother glances at Black Crow, remaining silent but with an even darker expression.
This isn't just about a change in power at court; now that Nan Xie Tower has grown large enough to topple any nation, as long as the Sovereign isn't her master, wherever Nan Xie Tower goes poses a threat. The court will not let go of this piece of fat meat!
If Nan Xie Tower becomes a subordinate of the court, one can only imagine what life will be like for those within. She knows her master doesn't want to fight for power, but when necessary, she, Flower Mother, can play the villain and force him into a position of authority!
“Black Crow, do you believe in me?” she asks.
Black Crow frowned, "What does Flower Mother refer to? If it's about the matter at Nan Xie Tower, Flower Mother is worth trusting."
Flower Mother nodded, "I have been planning something recently, and I've been working on it for a long time. Even the master doesn't know... As the time approaches, I think it's time to tell you." Her expression was serious, and Black Crow did not dare to be careless, focusing all his attention.
"Flower Mother, please."
……………………
In the lush green bamboo forest, a gentle breeze rustled the leaves, accompanied by the melodious sound of a guqin coming from deep within the bamboo grove, creating a serene atmosphere that made one want to close their eyes and enjoy a moment of tranquility.
Su Peijiu leaned against the open space in front of the bamboo house, her head resting against a bamboo pole. She watched the man sitting on the ground before her, his hands skillfully plucking the strings of the guqin, a smile on his lips. However, there was still a hint of obscure light flashing in his Water Eyes.
As the piece concluded, she extended her delicate hand and gently clapped.
"Beautiful."
Qi Mo smiled as he got up and walked over, pulling her into his embrace. "Are you hungry?"
Su Peijiu honestly replied, "I'm hungry."
"Then shall I go cook something?" His hand skillfully rubbed her belly, playfully squeezing it. Su Peijiu chuckled and pushed him away, "Hurry up."
As Qi Mo stood up and headed toward the kitchen, Su Peijiu called out behind him, "Will you feed me Forgetfulness Pill again this time?"
Qi Mo paused for a moment and turned around with a warm smile, "No more, don't worry." He then slowly continued on his way.
Left alone, Su Peijiu waited for quite some time with nothing to do. Out of boredom, she ran to where she had just played the guqin and sat down. She placed her hand on the strings but remained still for a while, her Water Eyes staring blankly at the strings.
Qi Mo... Does he know that she is Qin Ge?
How could he know? Such matters of the dead coming back to life are not something ordinary humans can accept.
He truly loves the original owner of this body, Su Peijiu.
Then... Qin Ge, what are you hoping for?
Falling in love with one's enemy, occupying a body that does not belong to oneself, and even giving birth to a child for this enemy; having been reborn, she has done everything she dared not even think of in her previous life.
"Ha..." She released the stagnant air from her chest, the bitterness at the corner of her lips seemed to slowly seep into her heart through her throat.
On the day of The Fall of the Great Yan, she desperately pleaded with him to spare her father's life, but what awaited her was the scene of her father bleeding to death, and the gaze of her close maid Yuer before she was humiliated to death still haunts her, waking her in the midnight cycles.
In the secret passage of the palace, that Cold Sword piercing through her chest was chillingly cold; even after a cycle of reincarnation, it still makes her heart tremble.
All the men of the Great Yan royal family were exterminated, and although the women survived, they lived without dignity, worse than death. With over two thousand lives lost and the supreme dignity of royalty at stake, as the Eldest Princess of Great Yan and heir to the throne, can she truly forget it all?
Can she really do that? For the sake of this illusory happiness before her, should she abandon her deep-seated hatred and spend her remaining days with this gentle yet ruthless man? Undeniably, Jin Sheng indeed needs a biological father to raise him...
With a slight pressure from her fingertips, the strings of the zither let out a mournful cry. Her empty thoughts were immediately startled awake as she looked at the blood seeping from above the jade-like fingers, slowly dripping onto the zither's body, shattering into a withered flower.
She is still not quite sure now; she really has become somewhat uncertain...
What she does not know is that in the distance beyond a bamboo grove, a man in black robes is holding freshly cooked dishes and watching from afar. The pain and sorrow in his Azure eyes are evident.
Every time he wants to approach, there are always various barriers between them. The deepest chasm was dug by his own hands; now he only wishes to guard this extravagant yet hollow scene that has become mere charity.
The longest distance in the world is not that I love you and you don't know, but that I love you and you do know, yet when I want to get closer, you always step back...
Qin Ge, can you be selfish just this once? Just for me.
...
On Changbai Mountain.
Ji Yu has been living off the land on Changbai Mountain for half a month. Ever since he was sent here by his junior sister, he has completely sorted out his feelings. For the past half month, he has been sitting at the mountain top, looking at the snow and feeling the cold wind, seemingly no longer thinking about his junior sister.
“Dad, what are you thinking about?” Jin Sheng, dressed in a golden python robe with a collar lined with fur, came over with a red nose and tugged at Ji Yu's sleeve.
Ji Yu bent down and picked up the chubby Jin Sheng, wondering what that old man had been feeding him to make him so round.
“I’m watching the snow. Did that old man let you out of class?” Ji Yu reached out to warm his face. “Why did you come out dressed like this?”
Jin Sheng raised his fist. “Grandmaster said, a man should not fear the cold. Sheng'er is also a man, so I’m not afraid of the cold.”
Ji Yu began to despise Mu Chu: “Don’t listen to your grandmaster’s nonsense. Kids can’t freeze, you know? If you get sick, your mother will have my head.”
He recalled how he was about two years older than Jin Sheng back then, forced by that lunatic Mu Chu to run around in a single garment across the mountains. After running for the first time, he lay in bed unable to speak; this was not a master but a fierce demon from ancient times!
Jin Sheng tilted his head, his bright eyes sparkling; mixed with a hint of Azure, they looked as if stars had fallen into them—beautiful and intoxicating.
“But Sheng'er is a man! A man should not fear the cold. Mother used to say Sheng'er is a man.”
Ji Yu started cursing Mu Chu in his heart but maintained a fatherly demeanor on the surface: “Sheng'er is a man, but still just a boy. A man must take care of himself. Soon your mother will come to pick you up; do you want her to worry?”
Jin Sheng shook his head understandingly: “Sheng'er doesn’t want Mother to worry.”
“Good! This is just like when Father goes back, he should wear more clothes, you know?” Ji Yu held Jin Sheng and walked towards the room on the mountain. After taking a few steps, he saw Mu Chu standing on a rock with his hands behind his back, looking like a hermit.
“Master, what are you doing? Are you feeling hot inside and coming out to enjoy the cool breeze?” Ji Yu teased from three steps away, wrapping Jin Sheng tightly in his arms.
Without turning around, Mu Chu replied, “I know you can’t say anything sensible. Have you gotten bold enough to make fun of your Master now?”
“Oh! What’s that supposed to mean? I’m just concerned about you, aren’t I? It’s been over twenty years; your lonely disciple is worried. When will you find a Master's Wife to ease things up a bit?” Ji Yu said with a mischievous smile while looking at the elegant young man ahead.
Mu Chu didn’t respond; instead, a flurry of snow fell onto Ji Yu’s head. Fortunately, his lightness skill was good, and he dodged it with the wind. However, the situation was still quite annoying. He patted Jin Sheng in his arms and shouted at Mu Chu: “You old disrespectful man, can’t you see Sheng'er is in my arms? If even a single hair gets harmed, how will you deal with her mother when she comes back?”
Mu Chu laughed and said, “If you don’t even have the skill to dodge, you might as well not be the Demon Cult Master.”
Ji Yu didn’t want to argue with him: “What are you standing here for anyway? Did you have some kind of divination last night?”
Mu Chu withdrew his gaze and looked into the distance at the snow-capped mountains, sighing: “The Linglong Spine is about to appear in this world; chaos is coming…”
Hearing this, Ji Yu’s expression darkened.
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