A clear and bright moon shone on Dongyi, which was made up of endless buildings and strange shadows. The light was not very dazzling. Combined with the slightly salty sea breeze blowing in from the harbor outside the city, it filled the air with an enchanting scent. It was like someone had thrown a dried salt plum into a clear cup of Wuliangye. It suffused with a light green color and sinisterly hid a pungent killing intent in its fragrance.
The back door of a two-story private residence opened silently. The shadows of two people stacked on top of each other passed through like a gust of wind. Immediately after, the people behind the door closed it. At the same time, a few secret signals came from outside the residence indicating that it was safe and there were no traces of anyone.
This was a secret stronghold of the Fourth Bureau of the Qing Kingdom's Overwatch Council in Dongyi. The owner of the painting and calligraphy shop responsible for this stronghold had been waiting there the entire night. Unexpectedly, an injured person had arrived. After he opened the door, he nervously tightened his grip on the dagger in his hand and sat motionlessly behind the back door. He carefully paid attention to the movements around the stronghold, making sure that if things went wrong, he would be able to call the police at the first instant.
The moonlight spilling into the courtyard suddenly dimmed. The owner of the painting and calligraphy shop raised his eyes nervously but didn't find anything unusual. He also didn't notice a shadow floating in through a crack in the wooden door on the second floor of the residence.
Inside the room, Fan Xian placed Thirteenth Wang on the bed. He stared at the pale green color on his face and carefully observed it for a moment. He then pried open his lips and looked at the coating of his tongue. He then tilted his ear to listen to his pulse and lungs. His brows slowly furrowed together.
To be able to scatter the powerful Thirteenth Wang's zhenqi and make his entire body weak and powerless, this kind of poison had to be a terrifying thing. There was too little time. Fan Xian was still unable to accurately determine what kind of medicine the first disciple of the Sword Hut, Yun Zhilan, had given Thirteenth Wang. However, he had a general understanding of the medicine's general composition and effects.
He thought for a moment and then took out a small bag that never left his body. Choosing a slightly brown medicine blade, he crushed it with two fingers and stuffed it between Thirteenth Wang's lips. Then, he fetched half a pot of cold water from the table and forced it down his throat.
The cold water soaked the front of Thirteenth Wang's clothes. However, this brave warrior, who had killed the Left Virtuous Prince of the Western Hu and was still able to kill his way out of the King's tent, did not have any reaction. He had already fainted.
A glimmer of coldness flashed through Fan Xian's eyes. Pressing his dry lips together, he pressed and brushed his palm across Thirteenth Wang's chest. His hand moved like a ripple of water. He sent zhenqi slightly to help Thirteenth Wang swallow the water for the medicine.
After doing all this, Fan Xian finally relaxed slightly. He sat silently by Thirteenth Wang's side and waited for the medicine. He glanced at the shadow beside the door and remained silent. He seemed to be thinking about another very important question.
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In Jiangnan, the meridians in Fan Xian's body had all shattered. It was only with the help of Begonia Duoduo's Tianyi Dao martial method that he was able to repair them. Although Thirteenth Wang was deeply poisoned, his meridians were a mess from the invasion of poison, and one could faintly feel that his blood vessels were riddled with holes, he was at least much easier to treat than Fan Xian had been in the past.
It was impossible for the medicine to completely purge the poison in Thirteenth Wang's body. Adding on Fan Xian's healing zhenqi, it was another result. Fei Jie had left, Xiao En had died, and Dongyi's poison master was nowhere to be found. In this world, Fan Xian could be said to be the foremost expert in using and curing poisons. Although Yun Zhilan's medicine was powerful, it was not difficult for him.
The Shadow stood silently by the door, waiting for the matter of treating the poison. He looked coldly at Thirteenth Wang, whose face was growing redder and redder. No one knew what he was thinking.
After an indeterminable amount of time, Thirteenth Wang finally opened his eyes and woke up. In the instant he woke up, he did not look at Fan Xian, who had worked hard to treat him. Instead, two chilling sharp lights seeped out of his eyes and pierced toward the middle-aged man in the shadows by the door.
Thirteenth Wang didn't know who the middle-aged man was. He only knew that he was about 40 years old. He had once met him by chance in Qingzhou and knew that he was Fan Xian's trusted aide. Thirteenth Wang had thought that the middle-aged man, whose height couldn't be seen, was a secret agent of the Overwatch Council. Earlier, before he had fainted on Fan Xian's back, he had clearly seen the sword strike the middle-aged man had sent toward his fourth disciple brother in the moonlight.
Sigu Sword! The secret of the Sword Hut was never taught to outsiders. Only the 13 personal disciples of the Sword Hut could practice the Sigu Sword.
"Who exactly are you?" Thirteenth Wang was weak, but his gaze was cautious and complicated. He stared at the Shadow and asked in a raspy voice.
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Fan Xian slowly pulled back his palms from Thirteenth Wang's back. He had used up too much of his zhenqi. The sweat on his body flowed like syrup. His face was covered in sweat. He heard Thirteenth Wang's shocked and nervous question and furrowed his brows slightly. He had not thought that Thirteenth Wang would return to the Sword Hut's position right after escaping death's door and develop a powerful enmity and attention toward the Shadow.
The Shadow lowered his head slightly and focused his gaze on the tips of his feet. He did not reply to Thirteenth Wang's question. Perhaps he found it uninteresting, boring, or disdainful.
He was Sigu Jian's younger brother. Naturally, he found it absurd to be questioned by Sigu Jian's youngest disciple. In the entire world, there were no more than four people who knew his true identity. Before Fan Xian gave his permission, the Shadow would not let anyone know of his connection to the Sword Hut.
Following the Shadow's forced action, this massive secret would probably arouse the guesses of many people.
Fan Xian moved from the back of the bed and lowered his head to sit by Thirteenth Wang's side. Burying his head between his shoulders, he appeared particularly tired. The sweat on his body gave off waves of an unpleasant smell.
Thirteenth Wang did not thank him. He only stared fixedly at the Shadow like a tiger. It seemed that if the Shadow did not give him an answer, even though he was extremely weak and had just been restrained by the Sword Hut's brothers using sinister methods, he would still attack the Shadow in the name of the Sword Hut.
Fan Xian lowered his head and raised the index finger of his right hand to sniff gently. The tip of his finger carried the sweat that had been forced out of Thirteenth Wang's body. It had a slightly oily feel to it. He immediately identified the composition of the medicine. His heart thumped. Murderous intent flared in his eyes. "What a powerful poison. Thirteen, your eldest disciple brother truly loves you."
After these words were said, Thirteenth Wang fell silent and had nothing to say in response. After all, it was the two aces of the Qing Kingdom who had saved him from the hands of his own brothers.
Fan Xian suddenly waved his hand and said tiredly, "This poison is too powerful. I don't have any suitable medicine on hand. Just using zhenqi to force out the poison is not enough. You'll need at least a few more days to recover. If you have any questions, ask them when you wake up tomorrow."
Thirteenth Wang coughed violently as if he was not satisfied. He felt his eyelids grow heavier and heavier as he fell toward the bed.
Fan Xian flipped his hand and pulled out the thin needle from Thirteenth Wang's neck. Shaking his head, he sat up from the side of the bed. Picking up half a pot of cold tea, he poured it into his stomach and broke out in a sweat. He felt even more tired.
He pushed open the door and sat in the shadows under the eaves. The Shadow also came to his side.
"Fortunately, you came just now." After a moment of silence, Fan Xian quietly said, "Otherwise, I really don't know if I would have been able to come back alive."
Thinking of the four ninth-level cold swords in the Sword Hut and the seemingly carefree but actually dangerous situation just now, Fan Xian felt a lingering fear and coldness in his heart. Indeed, he could not underestimate the heroes of the world. Although he was not afraid of anyone in a one-on-one fight, being surrounded and attacked by a few ninth-level aces was truly terrifying. Furthermore, he couldn't bear to leave Thirteenth Wang behind. If the Shadow had not suddenly appeared in that patch of moonlight, who knew what fate he would face today?
After parting at the saury ice stand, Fan Xian had given the Shadow an order to contact the Overwatch Council's spy lying in ambush in Dongyi. He had gone alone to the plum garden courtyard. He had not thought that the Shadow would be able to complete the mission so quickly and return to his side to save his life.
"Before dealing with the affairs of the Sixth Bureau, I am first a shadow," the Shadow said coldly by his side.
Fan Xian was silent for a moment. He knew what the other party meant. In the past, he had been Chen Pingping's shadow, so he never left Chen Pingping's side. Later, Chen Pingping ordered him to come and protect him, so he had become his inseparable shadow.
Even though Fan Xian had been careless and had the Shadow deal with Council affairs, if he left his side for a short moment, the Shadow would still feel a powerful sense of unease and choose to find Fan Xian as quickly as possible. His style of doing things was to follow behind Fan Xian in secret and protect him at all times.
The sea breeze blew, making the sweat on Fan Xian's body even colder. It made him involuntarily shiver. He was already a superior ninth-level ace and had long been immune to the cold and heat. However, he shivered at this moment. It was enough to prove the coldness in his heart.
The coldness in his heart was because of the internal strife in the Sword Hut. Yun Zhilan had attacked Thirteenth Wang so viciously. Furthermore, there were so many aces of the Sword Hut standing at his side. Had the dying Sigu Jian already lost control of the Sword Hut?
The coldness was also because of the dangerous situation earlier. The sweat on his body was not only caused by forcing out the poison for Thirteenth Wang, but also because of the four terrifying swords. Fan Xian was still shaken.
There was something he was even more afraid of. This matter weighed down on his heart and made it difficult for him to breathe. Terror took over his entire heart and body.
It was clear that the Shadow knew what he was afraid of, so he also appeared to have an unprecedentedly serious expression. Sitting by his side, he didn't say a word.
The scene made Fan Xian think of many years ago when he had first come to Jiangnan. Under the eaves of the Shazhou Inn, he and the foremost assassin in the world had sat side by side. Although their conversation was not joyful, they had gained a great deal. Now, they were sitting next to each other again. Both of their moods were heavy.
"Why didn't you kill that Sword Hut ace just now?" Fan Xian's voice had become dry because of his nervousness.
"They had four ninth-level aces. We were able to pass through them in one move by catching them off guard and using sword intent to intimidate their state of mind," the Shadow said with his eyes closed. "Even so, I could only seriously injure one person. You didn't truly injure the Third Prince. If they had come to their senses, perhaps we would have been able to escape, but we still wouldn't have been able to kill them all."
"I have to admit that my idiot brother's ability to teach disciples is the best in the world."
The Shadow's words described a truth that everyone knew. Of the four Great Grandmasters, Ye Liuyun did not accept disciples. The Qing Emperor probably had a strange disciple like Fan Xian. Although Ku He's Tianyi Dao had many disciples, the only one who had truly raised countless aces was Sigu Jian. Just under the Sword Hut, there were 12 ninth-level aces. This was an astonishing number.
Fan Xian was silent for a long time. He then suddenly said, "I have been very careful these three years. Once I use Sigu Sword, someone will certainly die under my sword. I have never let a living person see me use Sigu Sword moves."
"There has never been anyone alive under my sword." The Shadow coldly stated the truth. Whenever the foremost assassin in the world drew his sword, there had never been anyone alive.
"What about Yun Zhilan?" Fan Xian brought up a name. Three years ago in Jiangnan, the Shadow had led the swordsmen of the Sixth Bureau to chase and kill the disciples of the Sword Hut led by Yun Zhilan. They had forced the dark powers of Dongyi out of Suzhou and Hangzhou, contributing greatly to Fan Xian's order in Jiangnan.
"When I killed Yun Zhilan, I did not use the original sword," the Shadow replied after a moment of silence.
Fan Xian gently nodded his head. Even when the Shadow had attacked Yun Zhilan on the West Lake fishing boat outside the Hangzhou building, he had only heavily injured him. It looked like the Shadow was also worried that he would not be able to kill Yun Zhilan, so he had held back to avoid revealing his identity.
"That is why in the entire world, only these five people tonight, no, six … if you add Thirteenth Wang, that is seven people who might know this secret." Fan Xian lowered his head and thought. "The problem is, we still have no way of silencing these people. When do you think Sigu Jian will guess that you are his lucky surviving brother?"
The Shadow was silent for a long time. He then slowly said, "Perhaps a long time ago, he already knew that the Shadow of the Overwatch Council was me."
After these words were said, Fan Xian sank into a helpless calm. He knew that the thing he feared the most would perhaps become a reality because of this trip to Dongyi.
He raised his head to gaze at the bright moon and lowered it to think of his hometown. He muttered, "If Sigu Jian could help us keep this a secret, how good would that be?"
The Shadow glanced at him and didn't say anything, but the sense of ridicule could not be hidden.
Fan Xian suddenly let out a long sigh. Gazing at the Shadow, he asked with a slight smile, "How did it feel to assassinate the Emperor in the Hanging Temple?"
The Shadow thought for a moment and then said, "It felt pretty good."
Fan Xian shrugged and didn't say anything more.
On the day of the assassination in the Hanging Temple, the Emperor had revealed that the assassin was Sigu Jian's younger brother who had left home at a young age. Everyone knew that the Qing Emperor was a Great Grandmaster, so his judgment would not be wrong. If Sigu Jian guessed that the Shadow was his younger brother through the reports of his disciples and this news traveled back to the Qing Kingdom …
The head of the Overwatch Council's Sixth Bureau, the Shadow, had assassinated the Qing Emperor. Would Chen Pingping still be able to sit properly in his wheelchair? This was the thing that Fan Xian and the Shadow were most afraid of. Both of them had respect and love for the lonely old cripple from the depths of their hearts. Coming back to their senses, they regretted revealing a flaw in the moment earlier, a flaw that exposed the Overwatch Council's biggest secret.
"Perhaps things are not as bad as we think," Fan Xian suddenly said calmly. Fan Xian suddenly calmly said, "Tomorrow, I want to see Sigu Jian and discuss business with him. I want to discuss this matter as well."
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Just as Fan Xian had thought and said, this matter would not necessarily affect the Qing Kingdom. However, he was carefully making preparations. The official business of this trip to Dongyi required him to carefully handle it. If he handled this matter well, perhaps all the problems would be resolved with the wind.
"We are friends?" Fan Xian drank the thin porridge as he looked at Thirteenth Wang, who was sitting by the bed with a pale face and injuries that had not yet healed.
Thirteenth Wang thought for a moment and then nodded.
Fan Xian put down the bowl of porridge and said seriously, "If you don't want to lose me, your friend, then, starting from today, don't say a word about everything that happened last night. Don't ask."
Thirteenth Wang nodded his head again. Although Fan Xian told him not to ask, he had to ask clearly about what had happened in Dongyi yesterday and a few days before. He used the tip of his finger to tap the table, indicating for Thirteenth Wang to eat some porridge to nourish his stomach. Weighing his words, he said, "Yesterday, I dared to go alone to the plum garden to find you. It's not that I didn't think that Yun Zhilan would send people to keep an eye on that place. Presumably, you know that I had the Overwatch Council send people to keep an eye on your residence."
"The biggest problem is that, given your strength, I thought that even if something tragic happened in the Sword Hut, you would have the ability to notify my subordinates or leave some traces for me." Fan Xian stared into Thirteenth Wang's eyes. "Last night, I was almost surrounded and killed. This problem was caused by you. I don't understand how you could be trapped in a room and defeated so badly."
Hearing these words, a glimmer of pain flashed through Thirteenth Wang's eyes. It looked like the brothers in the sect had secretly taken action against him. It made even this young ace, who had a bright temperament, feel an unbearable pain.
A moment later, Thirteenth Wang said in a raspy voice, "Three days ago, eldest brother invited me to drink. We talked about the future of Dongyi. At the banquet, he was very excited, but I had no face to face him because I knew that what eldest brother said and did was correct."
"But, your actions were arranged by Sigu Jian. You had no way of resisting." Fan Xian cut him off.
Thirteenth Wang was silent for a moment and then said, "Yes, if it weren't for teacher's orders, I would rather raise my sword against the Qing army than be like this, a role that my brothers spurn."
"It doesn't feel good to be a traitor, does it?" The corners of Fan Xian's lips twitched slightly as he spoke with a smile. In his heart, he was thinking of himself.
Thirteenth Wang didn't quite understand the meaning of the word "traitor." He shook his head and said, "I believe teacher is thinking for the future of Dongyi and the millions of people. Furthermore, no one knows what exactly teacher will do."
He paused for a moment, then continued, "There were only me and Eldest Senior Brother at the banquet. You know, before I came out of seclusion, although I had never seen Senior Brother, in these two years, we have a very good relationship. I even see him as my own brother."
Fan Xian smiled coldly and said, "So, he gave you poisoned wine to drink, and you drank it in one gulp."
A pained expression flashed through Thirteenth Wang's eyes. In a trembling voice, he said, "Eldest brother is not such a treacherous person. I know he poisoned me for Dongyi. He doesn't want you Qing people to see teacher through my channels."
"You are too naive and unaffected," Fan Xian sighed and said. "In this world, if you don't kill people, then others kill you. With your personality, if you want to control the Sword Hut, it is no different from a fool's dream."
"Eldest brother doesn't want to kill me. He only wants to kill you and break a possible agreement," Thirteenth Wang suddenly said angrily as he stared at Fan Xian.
Fan Xian's heart suddenly softened. Warmly, he said, "I believe that. I've investigated the poison. Although it is harmful to your body, as long as you don't rashly use your zhenqi, it will not be fatal. Yun Zhilan and the other brothers of the Sword Hut still have good intentions toward you."
Fan Xian's words were actually just to comfort Thirteenth Wang. Perhaps even he didn't want to see the purest of the aces of the younger generation have his soul clouded by such filthy things.
"Yun Zhilan trapped you with the intention of killing the Qing Kingdom's liaison. Furthermore, the scouts earlier reported that the Sword Hut is heavily guarded and forbids anyone from entering. It is clear that the people from Northern Qi have already entered the Sword Hut and are beginning to try to persuade your teacher," Fan Xian said.
Fan Xian said, "What I want to know now is, who exactly is the important figure from Northern Qi?"
"I don't know," Thirteenth Wang said straightforwardly. Thirteenth Wang said straightforwardly, "This matter was arranged by eldest brother from the beginning. Furthermore, I've been poisoned these few days and have been locked up in the courtyard."
"I want to see Sigu Jian. Is there any way?" Fan Xian stared into his eyes.
Thirteenth Wang's expression was slightly desolate. "I haven't seen teacher in 10 days. I don't know how his body is and if he can hold on."
Fan Xian heard that he didn't answer his question at all and felt angry. However, he knew there was nothing he could do. With a cold smile, he said, "A major figure from Northern Qi … Do you really think I can't guess who it is? Although the Sword Hut is heavily guarded, Yun Zhilan cannot cover the sky with one hand. If you walk openly into the Sword Hut, will second brother, who has always maintained a neutral position, just watch as someone else kills you in front of the Sword Hut? "
Thirteenth Wang looked at him like he was looking at a ghost and said, "Last night, you were almost killed by my brothers. Are you going to go to your death again today?"
Fan Xian fell silent. He had to see this eccentric Great Grandmaster before Northern Qi convinced Sigu Jian. Furthermore, it concerned the life of the person he cared about the most. If he didn't go to his death, many people in the world would die.
"You are the thirteenth disciple of the Sword Hut. You will always have some way in Dongyi. I will send someone from the Overwatch Council to help you. Even if I can't enter the Sword Hut today, I must still see that major figure from Northern Qi." A strange, unfathomable expression flashed through Fan Xian's eyes. It was as if he had great confidence in how to deal with this major figure from Northern Qi.
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A pale-faced young man walked down from the carriage with great difficulty. Looking at the rows of grass huts in the distance, countless complicated emotions rose in his eyes. He tidied his clothes and walked toward them.
The various disciples of the Sword Hut responsible for defending looked at this person's expression and appearance. Shock appeared on their faces. Some people unconsciously stretched their hands to their waists and gripped the hilts of their swords, but no one dared to make the first move.
Someone called out in a slightly dry voice, "Uncle disciple, teacher has ordered that the patriarch is cultivating in seclusion and is not to be disturbed."
Gradually, people came over and surrounded Thirteenth Wang in the center. All of the disciples of the Sword Hut knew that Master Yun Zhilan, who handled all the affairs of the sect, had many problems with this uncle disciple who was most favored by the patriarch.
Last night, the uncle disciple had been rescued. Everyone had guessed whether or not it was an ace from the Qing Kingdom. No one had thought that with the sun in the sky, the uncle disciple would walk to the door of the Sword Hut like this.
Everyone was nervous. They didn't know if they should immediately take him down or what.
Thirteenth Wang took a deep breath. His expression was calm but filled with boundless determination. Just like this, he walked step by step toward the Sword Hut. Then, he saw a person he wanted to see a lot. Lowering his body in a bow, he said, "Second brother, I want to see teacher."
The second sword of the Sword Hut did not participate in this matter. He looked at Thirteenth Wang with a glimmer of pity and quietly said, "Brother, go back."
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Just as there was chaos in front of the Sword Hut, a person silently slipped through the shadows at the foot of the mountain outside a quiet and secluded courtyard at the back of the Sword Hut. The attention of the disciples of the Sword Hut was completely drawn by the valiant appearance of Thirteenth Wang. No one noticed this.
This quiet and secluded courtyard was used by the Sword Hut to receive their most honored guests. However, that guest was inside the Sword Hut, so the defenses of the courtyard were not very strong. The figure easily passed through.
Dodging the aces the Northern Qi side had brought, Fan Xian was like a leopard cat as he made his way to the back of the courtyard. Smelling the faint fragrance that he would remember for the rest of his life, he came to a room and floated in. Looking at the woman facing the mirror who was wearing yellow flowers and relaxing the resentment of a serving girl, he couldn't resist smiling.
He walked up behind the woman and bent down to gently blow a breath of air into her ear. With incomparable frivolity, he said, "Lili, do you miss a man?"
The woman's entire body shook. Looking at her charming, resentful, and incomparably beautiful self in the mirror, as well as the unforgettable face next to it that was no less beautiful than her own, she was so shocked that she couldn't say a word.
Sir Fan junior!
It had been a number of years since she had seen the owner of that face. Why had he appeared so mysteriously in Dongyi, beside the Sword Hut, and by her side?
Si Lili abruptly turned around. Her eyes were wide with fear as she looked at Fan Xian who had appeared beside her like a ghost. She opened her mouth but forcefully suppressed it. She didn't make a sound. Her flowing and gentle eyes were filled with shock.
Fan Xian was very satisfied with this woman's behavior. He smiled slightly and quietly said, "Looks like he really dotes on you. Such an important matter, yet he still brings you with him. Is he afraid you'll make him a cuckold?"
Si Lili gripped the corners of her sleeves. Her entire body trembled slightly, but her lips were pressed tightly together. There was fear in her eyes. She and Fan Xian were old acquaintances. Back then, they had traveled north and met in prison. How could she not know what kind of person Sir Fan junior was? Although he appeared gentle on the outside, he was actually cruel and merciless? At this moment, he was in a dangerous situation. If she made the slightest movement, he would probably not care at all about their past friendship and ruthlessly destroy a flower.
Fan Xian gently grabbed her chin. Where his hand touched, it was smooth. His thoughts floated back to the carriage that had traveled north. His heart swayed slightly. In a quiet voice, he said, "Do you want us to sew a cuckold for your family's Emperor?"
Si Lili's fear faded slightly. She pressed her lips together and smiled. Back then, she had been the foremost beauty in Jingdou. Now, she had become a Northern Qi imperial concubine and was deeply favored by the Qi Emperor. She had been influenced by endless nobility and had become even more beautiful. With this smile, her eyes flowed like water. It was very alluring.
Fan Xian also smiled. It was indeed very convenient to interact with a woman who knew his background. He smiled slightly and raised his hand in invitation. Si Lili smiled bitterly and placed her hand in his large one. They walked behind the curtain.
Si Lili was too familiar with his style of doing things. She knew that under these circumstances, he would not be fooling around. He only wanted to borrow her room to wait for the person he had been waiting for. For some reason, when her hand was placed in Fan Xian's warm hand, she let out a long sigh in her heart. It was as if she had fulfilled a long-cherished wish of many years and was incomparably satisfied. In that instant, she had not thought about whether or not that person would encounter any danger when he returned in a moment.
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After a long time, or perhaps it was very short, a wave of hurried footsteps came from outside the room. A very young man entered the room under the protection of many people. This man's eyebrows were like two swords, and his eyes were like the ocean. He wore plain clothes with a bright yellow sash tied around his waist. He walked with a majestic gait and a natural aura.
"Your Majesty, Lady Lili is not here. Perhaps she has gone to play in the garden," a eunuch disguised as a servant reported in a sharp voice.
The young man seemed to have something troubling his mind. He made a light sound of acknowledgment and sat down on a chair. Out of habit, he crossed his legs. A eunuch had long taken off his boots.
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