Rebirth - The Blood Demon Empress Chapter 51: Endless Schemes ★ Seeking First Subscription

  "Your Highness, can we still make it if we hurry over now?" Lu Hu asked loudly against the cold wind, gripping the reins tightly on his tall black horse.

  He really didn't expect Beidong Heqi to have such a big nerve, going back and forth, determined to take Leng Ziyue's life. If she dies, the princess will also die, and the prince may not survive either.

  "Lu Hu, can you just shut up for once." Qin Jin yelled in a bad mood, not caring if it was too late or not, how could he give up that one last chance when the princess had finally been saved.

  Leng Xueyu cannot die, absolutely will not die.

  Otherwise, what kind of thing would Wang Ye do, I'm afraid even heaven doesn't know.

  "Drive!" was the icy voice of Situ Wushuang, his horse's hooves pounding the ground. He couldn't let Leng Ziyue get into trouble, absolutely not.

  She is the only one who can save Wu Er, not even Yanluo Wang dares to take him away. Emperor Han, Xin Gui Fei, Bei Tang He Ye, your guts have grown a lot in these days, it's really impressive, I don't mind at all, personally destroying the Northern Han Kingdom just like you did to my Shu family back then.

  Leng Xueyue, don't let me down, your life won't be that short.

  "I'm worried about the king too, who wants something to happen? Especially that arrogant woman, absolutely can't have anything happen." Lu Hu grumbled, in his heart he actually admired Leng Ziyue very much, after all her performance in the imperial palace was quite comparable to his own king's back then.

  No wonder, the king appreciated her like that.

  "I know you still have a lot to say." Qin Jin whipped the horse's buttocks with his whip, and the horse spread its hooves and ran extremely fast. His mission was to protect Situ Wubai wholeheartedly.

  "I don't have it." Lu Hu's dissatisfied low growl, quickening his pace as he ran forward.

  Baili Chenyuan hooked the corner of his mouth, watching as Xue Wei flew out of Leng Ziyue's hand like a silver shooting star, leaving behind a trail of blood beads in the same direction wherever she passed, like splashing ink, leaving stroke after stroke on the snowy ground, just like painting.

  "Xiao Yue'er, your Blood Wei is indeed formidable, it's really making me jealous." Such a precise and beautiful weapon that never misses its mark, he had never seen before, but the power of Blood Wei was not to be underestimated.

  In terms of that shape, Baili Chunyuan guessed that except for Leng Xueying, there might not be a second person who could control the Blood Weaving Technique to make it as flexible as their own hands.

  "There are only six left, three for you and three for me. Let's see who can take care of them first." Lan Zhiyue blinked her eyes and said coldly.

  Now is the showdown of masters, these people on the ground are just appetizers, she really isn't likable, everyone wants her dead.

  It seems that being a person should be low-key, look at her, just being arrogant for one or two times, and she's brought such big trouble.

  "Xiao Yue'er, don't be sentimental. I think you're especially cute when you're being arrogant, that queenly aura of looking down on the world is particularly charming." Bai Li Chen Yun exchanged blows with Hu Ban while teasing Leng Zhiyue.

  He had just returned to the imperial city for a short time and couldn't tolerate him anymore. Even if he covered his face, the king still knew who he was.

  "You're also impatient. Almost everyone has been deceived by you." Leng Ziyue said with a bad tone, looking at the three people who surrounded her, with a hint of a smile.

  She acknowledges herself as second in close combat, and indeed no one dares to acknowledge themselves as first.

  Baili Chenyuan's martial arts moves were identical to those of the black-clad man who had helped her that one time, and coupled with the scent on his body and the look in his eyes when he killed, Leng Xueyao was 100% certain that he was that person.

  She just couldn't figure out why he kept helping her time and again, what his ultimate goal was.

  She has no wealth to ask for, and even less power to seek.

  "Be serious, if you get hurt, I'll take care of you." Baili Chenyuan slapped a palm on Hufen's chest, and saw that Leng Ziyue, who was distracted, narrowly avoided the black-clothed man's punch. His heart leapt to his throat, almost jumping out.

  "Just take care of yourself." Leng Ziyue's face sank, and for a moment, she was somewhat unaccustomed to his excessive concern and attention towards her. Having been used to being alone, it felt very awkward.

  His concern was so obvious, so unpretentious, and so serious that it couldn't help but make Leng Ziyue feel annoyed with herself, and she struck even harder.

  "Retreat!" Bei Tang He Yi clutched his chest in pain, not daring to exchange blows with Leng Zhi Yue. He had no idea this woman was so formidable, and trying to get close to her was simply a pipe dream.

  Covering his chest which was surging with blood and energy, he looked at Situ Wushuang who was flying in mid-air. He knew that if he continued to stay there, not only would he have no chance of winning, but he would also be dead for sure.

  Baili Changjian took out a smoke bomb from his waist and quickly threw it to the ground, taking advantage of the chaos to escape.

  Seeing Si Tu Wu Shuang about to chase after him, Leng Ziyue said softly, "Don't chase anymore."

  What she wants to figure out most now is which group of people want her life, although she had calculated it in her heart long ago, at this moment she still wants to verify one by one.

  "You don't want to leave any survivors, catch the mastermind behind the scenes." Si Tu Wu Shuang raised an eyebrow, his tone was full of doubt.

  "Heh, you think I'd let someone who's unfavorable to me go? Just remember, no one can provoke me and still walk away unscathed." She didn't like killing, but the corpses all around her were a testament to the fact that showing mercy only led to more ferocious stabbings.

  It can only prove one thing: they have been instructed that unless she dies, it will never end.

  What a delightful opponent, how can she not be taken seriously.

  "Xiao Yue'er, the snow is getting heavier, let's go!" Bai Li Chenyan didn't want to have too much contact with Si Tu Wu Shuang, and he disliked it even more when people paid too much attention to him.

  "The Blood King's hiding skills are indeed impressive." Situ Wusuo gazed steadily at Baili Chenyuan, he had always thought that the Qi Yue Kingdom didn't have anyone who could truly hold their own against him, but unexpectedly, this person in front of him was not inferior to him in any way.

  Even more powerful than him.

  "He is a man of great power and influence, yet he does not sit on the throne. The Regent King of Beihanguo has more authority than the Emperor himself, but his smile hides a deeper truth."

  As for the mutual flattery between the two, Leng Ziyue had no interest whatsoever. Judging from their attire, there were five groups of people, and each of them wore something that indicated their respective identities.

  "Regent, it seems that if you don't return to Beihan Country soon, there might be a huge commotion over there, hehe." Leng Ziyue's jade-like fingers lightly pinched a token, her smile as bright as a flower.

  "The king rushed over, just because he had just received the news that Emperor Han had acquiesced in the actions of Crown Prince Beidong He Ye. This matter has nothing to do with the king." Lu Hu stepped forward and explained, looking at the dead man who was killed in one move, he couldn't help but admire such a skillful technique, too clean and too efficient, not a single flaw could be found.

  Leng Xue looked at Lu Hu for a moment before saying, "Did I ever say it had anything to do with your family's Wang Ye? Beihanye Emperor, this Golden Dragon Token is your biggest mistake. If Miss doesn't ask you for some interest, she would be somewhat unfair to herself."

  In the country of Qi Yue, if there were no internal traitors, it would not be easy to sneak in quietly. Concubine Jiang, in order to take my life, you really don't care about anything else anymore.

  A hundred miles of long sword, you have ambition, but unfortunately, you don't have the wisdom to be a king.

  "This king will not stop you from asking him for interest." Situ Wuxiang said indifferently, what he cared about was never the power and status, if he could put down his obsession in his heart, he would have taken Dance far away from right and wrong, living a comfortable life.

  Every time he thinks of that day, that night, he cannot forgive and cannot let go.

  He wants Beihan State to be forever under his control, unable to truly hold power.

  "I like your straightforwardness, three days later, I will save your princess, and I won't go back on my word." Leng Ziyue said, turned around, squatted down, and picked up a few more things that could represent an assassin's identity in an inconspicuous place.

  She is a reasonable person, everything must be supported by evidence, even if she wins, she wants to win with dignity and integrity.

  "Xiao Yue is indeed meticulous, with these things, it's not difficult to investigate their behind-the-scenes mastermind." Bai Li Chen Yan's eyes flashed with a hint of appreciation, such an intelligent maid, how could he get through her heart.

  "You're no exception either. Those few people who escaped, didn't you leave your mark on them?" As for the fox spirits, Baili Chuan Yun was the ancestor.

  Leng Xueyu thought that from now on, when going out, she must bring more small items with her, so she wouldn't have to be as meticulous as a hair to grasp these small things and find the answers she wanted.

  "Cough, cough..." Bai Li Chen Yin lightly coughed. He thought he had been very secretive, but was unexpectedly discovered. How embarrassing!

  Situ Wushuang smoothed out the cloak on his body, the bloody smell wrinkling his good-looking eyebrows, but the inch-by-inch red snow gave him a stunning sense of beauty.

  Enjoying snow in winter is a pleasure, year after year.

  He has killed countless people, yet he has never been in the midst of white snow stained with human blood. This feeling is quite strange and not as disgusting as imagined.

  Heavy snow fell, and small piles of snow were left on the trunks of trees in the distance, pressing down on the branches to make a faint sound. The bright red color of the snow gradually faded from deep red to light pink, and even the flavor became lighter.

  "She's gone." Leng Xueyu's pink lips held onto her fingers, a clear and crisp whistle sounded, the horse let out a neigh, and quickly ran towards her.

  "Xiao Yue'er, what should I do?" Innocently blinking her eyes, Baili Chenyuan pitifully gazed at Leng Zhiyue, that fearful of being abandoned gaze made one's heart ache.

  With a flick of her white eyes, Leng Xue stretched out one hand, and he obediently took it, obediently mounted the horse, and once again obediently wrapped his arms around her waist. His black hair fluttered in the wind as the horse galloped away.

  She softened her heart towards him once again.

  Whether it's good or bad, she no longer wants to think about it.

  "Prince Wang, Blood King... " Lu Hu wrapped his arms around his own arms, rubbing them hard. Had he just seen things? That man who looked like a banished immortal, how could he possibly have that kind of expression on his face?

  "Hehe." Situ Wusuo chuckled lightly and patted the brown horse under him, saying: "Mount up, return to the imperial palace."

  He never doubted Leng Ziyue's sincerity. She said she would save Wu Er, and she would. A woman who kept her word, just like his Wu Er.

  It feels great to be young, Xue Wang loves Leng Ziyue, but Leng Ziyue is still in a daze.

  Two people who are already so close to each other can't see their own hearts clearly, how interesting.

  He seems not very old, is he?

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  "Madam Luo is well, Master Hou is resting and no one can see him." Wang Jin bowed his head respectfully. It's not easy to live in the Hou Mansion now, Master Hou has a bad temper, and all the ladies and young misses in the various courtyards take out their frustrations on the lower-ranking servants. If he doesn't serve carefully, his old bones will be done for.

  Before he could even lift his head, a loud slapping sound echoed through the winter air.

  Luoyi's wife withdrew her hand, glanced at the newly done fingernails, and a face full of anger, "Damn you, how dare you address me like that."

  Heavy snow was falling, the roof, branches were covered with a thick layer of white snow, unable to withstand the weight of the accumulated snow, occasionally in the courtyard there would be a few creaking sounds, which was the sound of the snow sliding down.

  "Fourth Miss said that Luo Niang's name is not in the family tree, so she is not a concubine. Master Hou said everything will be done according to Fourth Miss' wishes, and please don't make things difficult for me, old slave." Wang Jin bowed his back in the cold wind, his swollen cheek numb with pain, but he didn't touch it, humbly saying in a low voice.

  He is a man with vision, in the mansion, listening to Fourth Miss's words is more effective than listening to Imperial Concubine Yi's words. No matter how capable they are, they may not be able to surpass Fourth Miss Cold Zhiyue's status as the legitimate daughter, and the fact that she dared to kill Imperial Concubine in front of the Emperor has made her a legendary figure among the common people in the imperial city.

  His Majesty did not punish her for her disrespect, which means that her current status is no longer something ordinary people can afford to provoke.

  Luoyi's hand was raised high, and the slap had not yet landed when a sarcastic voice rang out, "Hey, Sister Luo, what are you doing? Wang the steward was right, you're just a concubine, but you insist on being called 'madam', it's really laughable."

  The maidservant supported the flower lady, thick brocade clothes and silk skirts, delicate makeup, dignified headdress, even on a snowy day, they couldn't stop their love of beauty and showing off. One was dressed more scantily than the other. Before Luo lady could respond, she continued: "Look, Wang's face is swollen like a pig's head, if Master sees it later, what will happen?"

  With a triumphant raise of her eyebrows, she deliberately targeted Luofu's sore spot, trampling on it with glee. In the manor, which was Cold Xue's domain, she couldn't find anyone to vent her anger on, and it was rare for someone like Luo Niang to become her laughing stock.

  "You——" trembling with anger, neither scolding nor not scolding, Luo Yiniang's face turned pale with rage. She had thought that things had calmed down recently and wanted to have a good talk with Leng Zhuang about their relationship, and formally establish her position as his concubine.

  Who would have known, as soon as I stepped out, I encountered such a thing, how infuriating.

  "What's wrong with the two sisters?" After coughing lightly twice, Aunt Qiao paled and bowed to the two of them, and the two maids standing behind her immediately supported her, as if they were afraid she would fall.

  "Qiao, what's going on? On a cold day like today, it's better not to go out. If you catch a chill again, Master Hou will be worried to death!" Aunt Hua said with concern, but in her heart, she was furious. She was naturally hot-tempered and couldn't learn to pretend to be weak, but unfortunately, Leng Zheng fell for this act.

  A month has passed and she has been staying in Fenghe Yard, not even seeing Leng Qing once. Alone with a few servant girls, what's the difference between her and a widow?

  Listening to those words full of vinegar, Luo Niang finally grasped the painful foot of Hua Niang, and said softly: "Qiao sister, later I'll let the housekeeper send some nourishing products to your place. With a weak body, you need to nourish yourself more, so that Master Hou won't worry. Sister is knowledgeable and understanding, good at understanding people's intentions, Master Hou likes your considerate heart, it can warm his heart. If you're noisy and love to make trouble, Master Hou will be too lazy to care about you."

  She won't be happy, and neither will anyone else.

  "Wang, what's that noise outside? It's so loud?" Cold Zhen woke up from his afternoon nap, put on a thick robe, and sat on the bed asking in a low voice.

  Wang Jin trembled and respectfully replied: "Reporting to Master, it's the three aunts who have come to pay their respects to Master."

  "Let them all come in." Leng Zhan rubbed his forehead, the other day he was frightened by Leng Ziyue, she is really his good daughter, making him point and point every time he goes to court these days, not to mention being blocked everywhere.

  Zhuang Fei Niangniang is dead, and Ling Wang's faction will not let him off.

  Jiang Guifei and Ming Wang would occasionally tease him a bit, making things difficult for him.

  The emperor was even more bizarre, he not only wanted him to take good care of Leng Ziyue, but also demanded that she be not allowed to suffer any grievances. It is said that the heart of an emperor is difficult to measure, and Leng Ziyue had a deep understanding of this, having lost face in front of so many courtiers, yet the emperor was not only not angry, but also wanted to protect her, who could understand the deeper meaning behind this?

  What's most infuriating is that he originally thought the Empress Dowager was Cold Xue's lifesaver, but unexpectedly, his good daughter not only slapped the Empress Dowager in the face, but also provoked her displeasure, and everywhere she went, she wore small shoes for him, stubbornly wanting to make him lose face.

  His relationship with the Empress Dowager is also completely over.

  Unless he could bring himself to be ruthless and send up Leng Ziyue's head.

  Even if he didn't love his daughter, Ling Yue, he couldn't bring himself to kill her with his own hands.

  "Yes." Wang Jin replied softly and walked forward to open the door.

  According to the order of entry, Luo Niang walked at the forefront with a swagger, glared at Wang Guan Jia twice, and signaled him not to speak rashly later.

  The latter can only lower his head, silence is golden.

  His life was worthless anyway, even if Lady Luo killed him, who would stand up for him?

  "I offer greetings to Master Hou, wishing him good health." Three soft and gentle female voices rose and fell, half-crouching with their bodies facing towards Leng Qing, hoping he would personally help them up.

  "Everyone sit down." Leng Zhen seemed as if he hadn't seen their movements and said coldly.

  "Yes." After a while, without waiting for Leng Ting's movement, the three of them reluctantly stood up and let their maids support them to sit beside Leng Ting, not saying a word.

  Aunt Qiao occasionally let out a light cough, but instead of the usual cold and concerned voice that would have immediately responded to her in the past, he not only didn't react at all, but also furrowed his brow.

  It seems that his coldness towards her during this period of time was justified.

  "King Guan, please invite the four young ladies over. I have something to discuss with them." Leng Zheng lay reclined on a soft chair, with snowflakes gently floating in through the slightly open window, making it look beautiful.

  The plum blossoms in the courtyard are about to bloom, and the air is filled with the scent of plum blossoms mixed with concrete. Memories drift away, vague, clear, overlapping each other, floating in my mind.

  Under the plum blossom tree, a woman in blue clothes seems to be leaning against it. Her three thousand black hairs are scattered on her shoulders, dancing with the wind. Her clear eyes are like a spring, crystal clear and transparent. Her noble temperament makes people dare not approach easily.

  "Master, it's cold outside, have a cup of hot tea." Qiao Yiniang held out a steaming cup with both hands and called out softly, her eyes cast downward, her long skirt trailing on the ground, evoking sympathy.

  No one would see the flash of cruelty in her eyes, she knew why she was most favored by Cold Jing, because she was a shadow.

  The blurry yet clear face in my memory overlaps with the person's face in front of me, Cold Zheng stretches out his hand to take over the teacup, and his slightly calloused right hand gently strokes Qiao Niang's cheek. He lowers his voice and says: "You quickly sit down, from now on you don't have to come over to pay respects, your body is weak, I will go visit you myself."

  "Thank you, Master." Qiao Yiniang revealed a smile that had been repeated and learned, already becoming a conditioned reflex, and indeed she saw an exceptionally joyful light burning in Leng Zhuan's eyes.

  On the other hand, Luo Niang and Hua Niang, who were both neglected, secretly pinched the embroidered handkerchiefs in their hands, wishing they could poke a few holes in them to vent their resentment.

  "Big sister, what did Father want with us?" Leng Yinling dismissed the maid beside her, and the three sisters walked out of the long corridor, treading on the snowy ground.

  "Go and see, then you'll know, Father's mind, how can we understand?" Cold Wind Bell stepped on the snow on the ground with a dead face, as if it were Cold Ziyue, using great force to trample.

  Leng Jinling is the youngest, and she also speaks the least on a daily basis. Looking at her eyes that are always cast down, only those who pay close attention to her will know that it's often the quietest ones who are the cruelest.

  "Eldest sister, second sister, why is Leng Zhe's life so hard to kill?" The seemingly careless and unbridled words were unexpectedly spoken without malice, but heard with intention.

  "Alright, anyway those people are all dead and no one will betray us. As long as we're careful not to leave any evidence, there'll be a next time." Leng Yinling gritted her teeth, reluctantly consoling herself.

  Once, twice, she couldn't be killed. Since the killer couldn't take her life, then she could choose another way to make her reputation completely ruined.

  "Yin Ling is right, let's go see what Father wants with us first, and then we'll think of a way to deal with her plan." Leng Feng Ling raised her head and crossed the corridor in front of her, arriving at Leng Zhong's residence.

  "Oh." Ling's low voice responded with a single word, then lowered her head and stopped talking, only quietly following behind.

  She and her sister Yin Ling were born to the same mother, but their mother was very biased, always doting on her sister more, ignoring her. Her father was the same way. Just when she was about to shine brightly and catch her parents' attention, Leng Xueya ruined all her plans, forcing her to continue hiding in silence.

  To be a superior person, she is not afraid of endurance. Because one day, she can stand at the highest point and look down on all those who despise her.

  Anyone who dares to be her stumbling block will be eliminated by her at all costs.

  Whether it's her biological sister or legitimate daughter Leng Ziyue, they can only become the stepping stone for her to climb up.

  "Miss, would you like to put on the cloak?" Huahua held up the quilted skirt and grasped the cloak in her hand, chattering away like a little bird.

  It's also her fault for being so foolish, the weather has turned cold and she hasn't even prepared a few thick clothes or a cloak for Miss. The one in her hand is quite large, but regardless of the workmanship or material, it's top-notch, although I don't know where it came from, at least wear it first.

  "Hua Er, if you make another sound, I'll throw you outside." Leng Ziyue stopped in her tracks and glared at Hua Er.

  That windbreaker belongs to Baili Chenguang, she wouldn't wear it even if you paid her. The aftereffect of that 'Tsang Water' is really not to be underestimated, clearly when drinking it didn't feel like anything, yet somehow it still managed to get her drunk.

  Thinking of herself getting drunk and being taken advantage of by him without even knowing, Leng Ziyue was so angry that her teeth itched, he really is a sinister guy.

  "Miss, aren't you very cold? Your face is all red from the frost." Huā ér also didn't care whether Lǐng Zhuī Yuè really wanted to abandon her or not. She tiptoed and wrapped the cloak in her hand around Lǐng Zhuī Yuè's shoulders.

  "Cough...cough..." Leng Xueyu coughed lightly twice, covering up her own embarrassment. How could she blush so easily? Ridiculous.

  "Is it warmer like this? Later, Hua'er will help the young lady make a new cloak. This one is too big and I don't know..."

  Leng Xue nodded at Hua'er's forehead, interrupting her unfinished words, and continued to listen to her recite, wondering what other embarrassing questions she could ask, "Hua'er, go back and behave yourself making the cloak, I'll wear this one first, it's indeed a bit cold."

  Wrapped her cloak around her shoulders, turned elegantly, and waved goodbye without looking back.

  "Miss, you are really hateful." Huahua clenched her fists, pouting as she gazed at the figure that had already walked very far away, and shifted her steps back to the West Wing.

  "Fourth Miss is well." The steward Wang stood at the door, respectfully bowed, and no longer had his previous arrogance.

  Leng Xue's eyebrows rose, and she blinked her lovely eyes, a faint smile playing on the corners of her mouth. It was as if she had no idea when the servants in the Zhongjun Hou Mansion had ever seen her so well-behaved before.

  He nodded and said, "Use this to wipe your face. If you get frostbite on a snowy day, it'll be terrible."

  The hem of her skirt fluttered up, and the black silver-edged cloak lightly swept across Wang Jin's chest. Leng Ziyue lifted her foot and walked into the warm and cozy great hall.

  The housekeeper Wang tightly grasped the white porcelain bottle in his hand, carefully opened it, and a faint floral scent filled his nostrils, feeling cool.

  He used to be like that to her, but she still...

  Leng Xue looked at Leng Zhong on the main seat, found a chair and sat down by herself, without any intention of paying respects or asking for his well-being. In her eyes, Leng Zhong was not a father, but just someone slightly more familiar than a stranger.

  As for other women, as a legitimate daughter, how could she possibly pay respects and ask after their well-being, it's simply laughable.

  In the Zhongjun Hou's mansion, she didn't have her own eyes and ears, so it was necessary to buy people's hearts. Whether Wang the housekeeper was clever enough and worth using depended on his abilities.

  "What are you looking for?" They all say that they can take care of themselves and have enough food and clothing, but she sits here and even needs to pour her own water.

  Leng Ting looked at Leng Ziyue and ordered the servants to withdraw, saying in a low voice: "What kind of etiquette did you learn? Don't even greet me."

  "Slow down, Miss Li's gift is not something to be taken lightly, it's a longevity gift." With a wave of her hand, Han Xue'er smiled with her eyebrows and eyes, the concubine-born daughter made a courtesy call to ask for peace, which was the rule. He dismissed the servant and said this again, why did she feel so awkward.

  "It is fitting for them to pay homage to you." Leng Ting cast a cold, calculating glance at the six women sitting motionless on the ground.

  He had a lot of pent-up frustration, but he didn't know where to vent it. He had no idea that his wife, with whom he had shared a bed for years, was actually a member of the hidden tribe, and she had never mentioned it to him either.

  When he saw Leng Ziyue take out the jade pendant, he suddenly remembered that when Leng Ziyue was one year old, in the study room, he had personally seen Changsun Youyou draw it.

  At that time, he also said it was very beautiful and excitedly said to find a jade carving master to make one for their daughter, but unexpectedly, something happened afterwards.

  "Fourth Miss is well, your humble servant has paid her respects." Luo Yiniang, Hua Yiniang, and Qiao Yiniang stood before Leng Ziyue, bowing their bodies in a dignified manner.

  In front of the legitimate daughter, even if they are concubines, they can only refer to themselves as inferior wives.

  "Fourth Miss is well." Cold Wind Bell, Cold Silver Bell, and Cold Golden Silver stood behind their respective mothers, obediently paying respects and asking after her well-being.

  They were concubines, although their status was humble, they were much better off than their own mothers, and only needed to nod, bow and greet.

  "Everyone get up!" Leng Xueyu put down her teacup. This play has been performed, and it's time to enter the main topic.

  "Thank you, Fourth Miss." Grinding her teeth in anger, she dared not speak out and turned back to her own seat, waiting for Cold Jing to begin speaking.

  A gust of cold wind closed the slightly ajar window, making a soft sound, cutting off the entry of fresh air, and the sandalwood scent in the room became thicker, with a wisp of clear smoke rising from the incense burner.

  "I asked you four ladies to come today, just to prepare properly for tomorrow. Tomorrow is Princess Zijin's birthday and there will be a banquet at the princess's mansion. The families of officials above the third rank are all invited. When we get there, don't cause any trouble, just attend the banquet obediently." As soon as Cold Zheng's voice fell, low whispers could be heard in her ear.

  Zi Jing Gong Zhu is the biological princess of the Empress Dowager, with a personality most similar to that of the Empress Dowager. She has always acted according to her own wishes, never considering others' thoughts.

  "Is there anything else? If not, I'll leave first." Leng Ziyue stood up, adjusted her cloak, and the faint scent on it was just like the feeling Baili Chenzhuang gave her.

  Although he is very subtle, he makes it impossible for people to forget him.

  "You two prepare everything needed for the three kids to attend the banquet, Aunt Qiao, you just rest well in your courtyard. Wang Guan, whatever Fourth Miss needs, you'll prepare it, no need to come ask me." Leng Zhen swallowed back the 'Yue Er' that was on the tip of his tongue.

  His face suddenly turned ugly, and when Cong Yue was born, he loved and protected her in every way. He held her in his hands and was afraid of dropping her. Every time he called her Yue'er, she smiled especially sweetly, and she was his greatest pride.

  No one knew why he never wanted to see her again after that. He couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart, and no one could understand his suffering. He was in agony.

  How good it would be if none of that had happened.

  "It's none of your concern." Leng Ziyue stepped lightly, her head raised to meet the heavy snowfall as she walked away, that one ripple in her heart, seemingly belonging to herself.

  It seems that she needs to figure out quickly why Long Sun Youyou died, what happened when Ben Sheng was three years old, and why Leng Zheng's eyes are filled with a mix of love and hatred towards her.

  "You all go down, at Princess Zijin's birthday banquet, no mistakes are allowed, do you understand?" Leng Zhong knew that none of his daughters were easy to deal with, and behind the scenes, those little tricks were not presentable.

  If it really comes down to a fight with Leng Ziyue, who knows how one will end up dead.

  "Yes, Father." The three of them responded in unison, with a obedient daughter-like appearance, but no one could see the fierce glint in their eyes.

  It's a pity that there isn't an opportunity to show off her skills, but being able to appear in the princess's mansion is already a chance for them, so they must make good use of it.

  The white stone path, which had just been cleared of snow, was again covered with a thin layer in no time. The garden next to it also became somewhat desolate, except for the flowers that could bloom in winter, everything else was left with only green branches.

  As they walked to the depths of the small path, Leng Xue played a gentle melody on her pipa, and snowflakes fell pitter-patter down. The faint scent of plum blossoms wafted through the air, and her clear, cold voice was like the chill of snow seeping into one's heart. "Winter Snow, all of Zi Jing Gong Zhu's connections and her usual behavior, I want to see it all with my own eyes in half an hour."

  In her vague memories, Leng Xueyu remembered seeing Princess Zijin once. She was the biological daughter of the Empress Dowager and was extremely doted on, even by the Emperor himself. With a strong personality, she would only pretend to be friendly on the surface during birthday banquets, but in reality, she was looking for trouble.

  She couldn't avoid this Hongmen Banquet after all.

  "Don't worry, young master, Winter Snow guarantees the completion of the task." As soon as the words fell, a white figure flashed by, and her breath disappeared cleanly.

  She pursed her lips, and her eyes curved as she thought about how to lure the snake out of its hole and kill it with one blow. But then someone delivered it right to her doorstep, saving her a lot of trouble.

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  Blood King's Mansion

  "Your Highness, Kang Qi is back." Shen Qing stood outside the study door and reported.

  "Let him in." Baili Chunxuan put down the pen in his hand, and on the clean white rice paper, there was a drunkard with a slightly red face and dazed eyes.

  He liked to paint the various expressions of Leng Xueyu, no matter which one, it always made his heart move. The heartbeat that was originally slower than a normal person by half, every time he saw her, it beat rapidly, the feeling was strange and familiar, not uncomfortable at all.

  Her fingertips touched the painting with ink still wet, her eyes showed a different kind of gentleness, and she didn't know what his little Xiao Yue was doing at this moment.

  "Your subordinate has arrived to pay respects to Your Highness." Kang Qi knelt down on one knee, his eyes filled with reverence.

  "There are no outsiders here, and I shouldn't need to remind you again and again, should I?" Baili Chenyuan's gentle voice swept over like the wind, carrying an unrefusable majesty.

  Kang Zhi and Shen Qing exchanged a glance, then both bowed their hands and said: "Yes, Your Highness."

  "Have you checked clearly?" The long hair that fell on his shoulders like a waterfall scattered on the table as Baili Chuanxun leaned forward, like a piece of high-quality ink-colored satin, emitting a soft and gentle glow.

  "As the king had expected, the few people who escaped were Beihanguo's Beitang Heyue, Ming Wang, Ling Wang Zhang Xiao and their respective subordinates. The assassins arranged by the three ladies of the Leng family also died on the spot, as did the people sent by the Empress Dowager." Kang Qi said with a gloomy face, his heart seething with hatred.

  The King of Wang's family had just returned to the imperial city, and those people wanted to cut off the grass and eliminate the roots, forever eliminating future troubles, really infuriating.

  "Your Highness, there's no news from Miss Leng's side, everything is calm." Shen Qing said seriously without a smile.

  "Your Highness, they're so brazenly taking action, shouldn't we give them a show of our colors?" Kang Qi didn't like always being on the receiving end of beatings, at least he should counterattack.

  Baili Chenyuan stroked his chin and asked nonchalantly, "Has any news come from the imperial palace?"

  "Your Majesty, the Empress Dowager has been secretly discussing with Princess Zijin for almost an hour. I'm worried that she's plotting something and trying to take advantage of Princess Zijin's birthday to harm Miss Leng." Shen Qing furrowed his brow, thinking that old witch should have died long ago, yet she still dares to meddle at her age.

  "Your Highness, should we remind Miss Leng to get ready early?" Kang Qi was a straightforward person who didn't think too much about things.

  "Do you think she wouldn't think of it? I'm afraid she'll find the upcoming Swan Goose Banquet to be a very entertaining game." Ba Li Chen Xuan chuckled, his little Xiao Yu seemed quiet and calm, but she had a fiery heart, liked excitement, and those who provoked her would not have a good day.

  Shen Qing's shoulders shook violently. He was 100% sure that anyone who wanted to frame Leng Ziyue would only end up hurting themselves.

  "But...," Suddenly thinking of something, Shen Qing wanted to speak but stopped herself, her expression a mix of anger and helplessness.

  "Speak up." Baoli Xuan carefully put away the already dry portrait, and turned around to place it in a purple sandalwood cabinet specifically for collecting Leng Zhiyao's portraits.

  Shen Qing tugged at Kang Qi's robe, raising an eyebrow and making eyes at him. Kang Qi dodged Shen Qing's hand and took two steps back, staring back at him with equal intensity. If he didn't want to say something unpleasant, then let him do it - after all, he wasn't the one with a unlucky face.

  "Your Highness, it's because the Wang family didn't receive an invitation, so you... The reason why officials of third rank and above can bring their families to attend the banquet at the Princess's residence, but your family's master cannot."

  "Never mind, it's an expected thing. Without an invitation, I can still go." Baili Chuan'er's eyes sank, and the purpose of returning to the imperial city was something she had never forgotten for a single day. If he was afraid, if he wanted to endure, then he wouldn't have come back.

  Living in Silver Moon City, he was unrestrained and carefree, no one dared to touch his head.

  He chose to come back, he was well-prepared, like his Xiao Yue, being arrogant and domineering again, what's the harm? As long as he had chips in his hand, why worry that no one would kneel down at his feet.

  "Yes." The two exchanged a glance and quietly exited the study, gently closing the door behind them.

  The night sky is endless, the heavy snow continues to fall without stopping, the accumulated snow weighs down the branches of the trees, and from time to time, it makes a sound of falling snow, adding some vitality to the quiet night.

  Facing the cold wind, Baili Hongyuan stood with his hands behind his back, his red robe fluttering, his long hair dancing wildly in the air. The deep pupils of his eyes sparkled with starlight, shining brightly and then dimming, like turbulent waves.

  Xiaoyuer, under the same night sky, are you and I looking at the same moon that is sometimes visible and sometimes hidden?

  Digression

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  Translation:

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