Volume 1 Chapter 42 - An Unexpected Event at the Grand Ceremony! Jiu'er Has Done Something Bad!

Volume 1 Chapter 42 - An Unexpected Event at the Grand Ceremony! Jiu'er Has Done Something Bad!

On the 15th of August, which should have been a day for family reunions, the grand event of the empress’s investiture overshadowed everything else. The streets of the capital were lined with red carpets and filled with soldiers, all for today’s grand investiture ceremony!
The investiture ceremony of Feng Yu’s empress consisted of seven parts. The first was worshiping heaven and earth at the national temple, presided over by the abbot. The second was paying homage to the ancestors at the imperial mausoleum, led by Prince De and others. The third was affixing the golden seal and writing the new empress’s name on the imperial stone tablet. The fourth was the return to the Golden Throne Hall to bestow the empress’s seal. The fifth was a parade through the capital, announcing the event to the world and receiving the people’s homage. The sixth was a celebratory banquet back at the palace with all officials. The final part was the emperor and empress’s first night together.
Although there were only seven procedures, starting from dawn and lasting until midnight, it was a physically demanding event!
The investiture ceremony had nothing to do with the Empress Dowager Leng Jiu, but she couldn’t avoid making an appearance. Her position had long been set, so she was destined to be a side character for the day. Even if she had a role, she wouldn’t be proactive about it. She slept until noon, ate her lunch, and then lazily made her way to the Golden Throne Hall, where chairs and a red carpet were set up, waiting for the investiture ceremony to continue.
Leng Jiu sat idly in a high position. The hall was currently filled with concubines and some minister’s wives. Ziche Moyao was there too, chatting with the seventh princess. The civil and military officials had gone to the imperial mausoleum. Leng Jiu scanned the crowd and didn’t see Long Yueli, which surprised her: “Lu Chang! Did Prince Xuan go to the imperial mausoleum too?”
Lu Chang stepped forward, “Prince Xuan left the capital yesterday, likely returning to his fief for some business, so he didn’t attend the ceremony at the mausoleum.”
“Oh!” Leng Jiu nodded. She had thought it unlikely that Long Yueli would obediently go to the mausoleum.
“The Emperor has arrived!”
The announcement from the ceremonial officer startled the murmuring crowd. Leng Jiu followed everyone’s gaze and squinted as she saw Xiao Yan approaching in his usual luxurious crimson purple brocade robe. However, unlike his usual loose robes, he was dressed in a form-fitting outfit with wide sleeves, a jade crown, a broad jade belt, and golden boots, making him look less opulent but more heroic. Despite this change, he still exuded incomparable magnificence and extraordinary presence.
Xiao Yan’s frame was somewhat slender among men, similar to Gong Yuwei. Ordinarily, such a build might appear weak, but both Xiao Yan and Gong Yuwei possessed extraordinary good looks and unique temperaments. Gong Yuwei exuded an icy, otherworldly aura that made people hesitant to approach, while Xiao Yan radiated an innate nobility and imperial authority. Simply standing there, he commanded everyone’s attention.
Soft murmurs of admiration could be heard, although faintly. Everyone rose and bowed, “Greetings to the Emperor!”
Xiao Yan raised his hand gracefully, “At ease.”
He then approached Leng Jiu with a slight smile, “Empress Dowager, you arrived early?”
Leng Jiu, tilting her head and squinting, lazily smiled and teased, “If the Emperor walked down the street dressed like this, I reckon all the women’s hearts in Feng Yu would be captivated.”
Xiao Yan chuckled softly, “The Empress Dowager jests.”
“I’m not joking!” Leng Jiu pointed below, “The Emperor can see your handiwork for himself!”
Xiao Yan didn’t turn to look, instead sitting next to Leng Jiu, “I can’t argue with the Empress Dowager.”
Leng Jiu nonchalantly cracked a green fruit and glanced at the besotted Ziche Moyao and seventh princess. She sighed dramatically, “Ah, youth is wonderful!”
Xiao Yan smiled, “The Empress Dowager is still in the prime of her youth; there’s no need to envy others.”
Leng Jiu laughed, “I feel old at heart!” She suddenly joked, “If I were like Miss Ziche or the seventh princess, I might also be smitten by the Emperor.”
Xiao Yan’s eyes flickered briefly but he said nothing.
“Miss Ziche greets the Empress Dowager!” Ziche Moyao’s voice suddenly rang out. Leng Jiu turned slightly and squinted with a smile, “At ease.”
“Thank you, Empress Dowager!” Ziche Moyao stood up straight and shyly smiled, “I’ve heard from the seventh princess that the Empress Dowager is kind and approachable. I wanted to chat with you. May I stay to accompany you?”
Leng Jiu glanced at Xiao Yan, seeing no change in his expression. She smirked, “I have nothing to discuss with you, and I dare not have Miss Ziche as my companion!”
Ziche Moyao, clearly having other intentions, was visibly taken aback by the rejection. Leng Jiu didn’t enjoy being used as a stepping stone and had no interest in playing matchmaker. Xiao Yan raised his eyes briefly at Leng Jiu’s refusal but did not intervene.
“Empress Dowager…” Ziche Moyao was embarrassed and wanted to say more, but Lu Chang stepped forward, “Miss Ziche, please.”
Ziche Moyao, humiliated under everyone’s gaze, retreated awkwardly. She felt deeply embarrassed and angry. She wanted to complain but had no valid reason, so she just sulked.
The seventh princess, not understanding the situation, didn’t try to console her. Instead, she was lost in her own thoughts. Despite Xiao Yan’s allure and nobility, she couldn’t forget someone else, someone whose image in white like snow stayed in her mind. Although she knew they were fated to be apart, she still cherished the thought that he remained unmarried, holding onto a faint hope.
The sound of the gong startled everyone, signaling the emperor and empress’s return.
All the noblewomen and concubines stood up and knelt to welcome them, except for Leng Jiu and Xiao Yan, who remained seated.
“The emperor and empress return to the palace, presiding over the central palace, ensuring peace and prosperity throughout the land…”
Two figures clad in bright yellow appeared together—Long Yi and Hua Yuxuan. They walked slowly, accompanied by two ceremonial officers holding scrolls akin to imperial decrees, chanting along the way. Behind them followed the neatly dressed civil and military officials, among whom Gong Yuwei, dressed in his usual white attire, stood out conspicuously.
A large dragon throne was set up at the entrance of the Golden Throne Hall. Long Yi led the luxuriously dressed Hua Yuxuan up the steps. They turned to face the crowd, who immediately knelt and chanted, “Long live the Emperor! Long live the Empress!”
A ceremonial officer stepped forward, “The auspicious time has arrived, present the Phoenix Seal!”
Another officer took out a scroll and began reading aloud, while another knelt and presented the Phoenix Seal to Hua Yuxuan, who knelt to receive it.
Long Yi felt conflicted. This Phoenix Seal was not meant for Hua Yuxuan. He had once wanted to give it to another woman, but in the end, he had been forced down a path he never wished to take. Hua Yuxuan, however, was excited. No matter how calm she appeared, she couldn’t hide her excitement and joy. After enduring and waiting for a year in the palace, she finally became the Empress, the most esteemed woman in the world.
“The new Empress receives the seal!”
Long Yi raised the Phoenix Seal and slowly moved to place it in Hua Yuxuan’s hand. Just a few inches away, a soldier rushed in with an urgent message, “Eight hundred miles urgent military report!”
He knelt and presented the report, speaking rapidly, “The Leng Kingdom launched a night attack the day before yesterday. Yuanfeng City was breached, Prince Xiaoqin was captured, and General Zhao Yun was severely injured, his life or death unknown!”
“Clang!” Something fell and made a loud crash. Everyone looked up to see the golden Phoenix Seal had slipped from Long Yi’s hand, rolling down the nine jade steps. The crowd was shocked and quickly knelt, knowing that a broken Phoenix Seal was a dire omen.
Hua Yuxuan’s face turned pale. She had been so close to receiving the seal, but it slipped from her fingers, rolled down, and shattered with a “clang.” An Empress without the Phoenix Seal—could she still be considered the Empress? Panic and pain filled Hua Yuxuan’s heart. She looked up at Long Yi, but was stunned by his expression: “Your Majesty…”
Long Yi’s face was dark with rage, his anger palpable and terrifying.
“Report!”
Another soldier rushed in, as if to add to the chaos, kneeling and speaking urgently, “The Leng Kingdom launched an attack to the east yesterday morning. Yuanfeng City’s two neighboring cities were captured, and the governors of both cities surrendered!”
Silence fell over the hall. Suddenly, Long Yi moved swiftly, grabbing Leng Jiu before she could react, pinning her against the dragon throne by her neck.
Many people, sensing the dangerous tension, lowered their heads, wishing they could disappear. But some continued to watch, such as Gong Yuwei and Xiao Yan.
Xiao Yan instinctively moved to intervene, but Long Yi’s rage-fueled speed was unmatched. He was too late to stop Long Yi from grabbing Leng Jiu. Gong Yuwei, shocked, quickly approached the steps.
“Emperor!”
“Your Majesty!”
Two voices called out in alarm, but Long Yi didn’t hear them. He stared at Leng Jiu’s face, a face he had loved, hated, and grown tired of, but never before had he wanted to tear it apart like now. He spoke through clenched teeth, “Leng Jinghua! Are you satisfied now? My empire is in ruins, played with by you and your lover, eaten away piece by piece. Will they come for my life next?”
His voice, though not loud, was heard by many, including Hua Yuxuan, who was closest and most shocked. She looked at Long Yi and Leng Jiu, stunned by this revelation.
“Ha! I thought you were more composed, more capable. How could you lose your cool over something like this?” Leng Jiu, despite being nearly strangled, showed no fear, only a mocking smile. “Long Yi, I told you before, the game has begun. Whether you win or lose depends on your skill. Losing this much and going mad proves you’re unworthy to be my opponent!”
Long Yi tightened his grip, his voice hoarse with rage, “To you, the empire is just a game? So many soldiers’ lives wasted because of you. Are you even human? How can you be so cruel, so venomous?”
“Ha!” Leng Jiu sneered, “I’ve made myself clear before. Questioning me now won’t change the answer. Don’t you think you look ridiculous?”
“Leng Jinghua!” Long Yi’s forehead veins bulged, and he tightened his grip, seemingly about to strangle her.
“Xiao Jiu!” Gong Yuwei, disregarding court etiquette, hurried to grab Long Yi’s hand, “Your Majesty, please calm down!”
“Yuwei, step aside!” Leng Jiu pushed Gong Yuwei away, fearlessly meeting Long Yi’s gaze, “If you want me dead, this is your only chance. Don’t blame me for not giving it to you! But if I die, the Leng Kingdom will level Feng Yu. Not just the Leng Kingdom, but the grasslands too. Within three years, Feng Yu will be no more!”
“You…you…” Long Yi’s hand trembled, his eyes bloodshot, but he dared not apply more pressure.
Leng Jiu swiftly moved, and before anyone could react, Long Yi collapsed unconscious onto the dragon throne. She took the golden silk scarf handed to her by Lu Chang and wrapped it around her neck. Her gaze swept over the crowd coldly, “Eunuch Qu! The Emperor has fainted from anger. Quickly take him back to Chang Le Palace!”
Eunuch Qu hurriedly lifted Long Yi, calling for a soft sedan to carry him away.
“Lu Chang! Escort the Empress back to Furu Palace!”
“Yes!”
“Empress Dowager! The ceremony to confer the Empress’s title is not yet complete…” a ceremonial officer timidly reminded.
Leng Jiu narrowed her eyes, her voice cold and commanding, “The Emperor has fainted. How can we complete the ceremony? With the nation in crisis, why are all of you still kneeling here instead of discussing the war situation?”
“Empress Dowager!” Prince De angrily demanded, “What is going on? Why did the Emperor suddenly turn against you and then faint? Don’t you think you owe us an explanation?”
Leng Jiu stood in front of the dragon throne, exuding authority and sneering coldly, “What? Is Prince De questioning me?”
“I wouldn’t dare!” Though he said he didn’t dare, his posture was defiant, his tone threatening, “I just want to know the reason!”
“I’ve already said that the Emperor fainted from anger. Perhaps Prince De is too old and his hearing is failing?”
Prince De, his face contorted with anger, stared at Leng Jiu. He had honed an imposing presence from years in court, and few officials could stand up to him. No woman had ever dared to raise her head in his presence, yet she remained unfazed, her composure and the aura she emitted even made him uneasy. For the first time, he had to take this young Empress Dowager, whom he had always looked down upon, seriously.
Seeing that her point was made, Leng Jiu looked at Hua Yuxuan, who still knelt on the ground, too stunned to react, “Lu Chang! Did you hear what I said?”
“Yes, Your Majesty!” Lu Chang immediately moved to assist Hua Yuxuan.
“Get away!” Hua Yuxuan pushed away those helping her, her face still showing shock. She raised her hand, pointing at Leng Jiu, “You… this is all because of you…”
Before she could continue, Xiang Ming and Qing Ling stepped forward. Xiang Ming swiftly pressed Hua Yuxuan’s pressure point, and the two, with bowed heads, respectfully supported her, “Empress, let us help you back to rest!”
They quickly carried Hua Yuxuan away, not giving anyone a chance to speak.
Leng Jiu’s gaze swept over Prince De and the civil and military officials, “What are you all waiting for? An invitation to feast?”
“We take our leave!” Finally snapping out of their shock, the officials hastily retreated, followed quickly by the noblewomen. The concubines bowed to Leng Jiu before leaving with their attendants, leaving the place nearly deserted.
Leng Jiu then addressed Prince De, “Prince Xiaoqin’s capture is a serious matter. The Emperor cannot attend to state affairs temporarily, so we rely on you, Prince De!”
“I am not worthy of such a heavy responsibility!” Prince De replied angrily.
Leng Jiu laughed coldly, “If the only prince in court cannot bear the burden, who else can hold up the Fengyu Kingdom? Might as well hand it over to the Leng Kingdom directly!”
Prince De glared at Leng Jiu for a moment before storming off.
With this matter settled, Leng Jiu turned to Gong Yuwei and smiled slightly, “I’m fine.”
Gong Yuwei looked at her neck, wanting to check her injury but knowing this was not the place. Suppressing his urge, he still couldn’t help but ask softly, “Does it still hurt?”
Leng Jiu shook her head, “Not really. You should go, don’t give people a reason to gossip.”
Gong Yuwei clenched his fist within his sleeve. He wanted to say he no longer cared what others thought, but if anything happened, both he and she would be criticized. He couldn’t be careless. He nodded lightly and then turned to leave.
After he left, Leng Jiu sat back in her seat, looking at the now desolate square that had just been bustling with ceremony. She gave a mocking laugh and closed her eyes to rest, feeling exhausted from the ordeal.
Xiao Yan watched Leng Jiu silently. He had observed everything from Long Yi’s sudden outburst to the current desolation. Her reactions had shocked and impressed him. For the first time, his emotions fluctuated so wildly, and he found himself deeply admiring a woman, even respecting her.
Leng Jiu slowly opened her eyes and met Xiao Yan’s gaze, smiling calmly, “Has Emperor Liang found amusement in this?”
“Empress Dowager is the most dignified and imposing woman I’ve ever seen. I deeply admire you; how could I laugh?” Xiao Yan said sincerely, then added, “Empress Dowager must be tired. Why not return to the palace to rest?”
“Indeed.” Leng Jiu lowered her gaze again and raised her hand to be helped up by Lu Chang. She left without saying farewell.
Xiao Yan watched her retreating figure until she was out of sight.
“Emperor Liang…” Ziche Moyao approached shyly.
Xiao Yan, returning to his senses, looked at her indifferently, “Miss Ziche, do you need something?”
Ziche Moyao faltered. She did have something to say, but it wasn’t her place. After hesitating, she finally gathered the courage to reach for the blood jade hanging in her clothes, only for Xiao Yan to speak first, “I have matters to attend to. Excuse me.”
Desperately, Ziche Moyao tried to retrieve the jade, but Xiao Yan was already walking away, leaving her there, heartbroken.
Equally heartbroken was the Seventh Princess. When Gong Yuwei entered earlier, her eyes had never left him. Watching his beautiful, serious face made her heart race uncontrollably. After so long, she finally saw him again, but he hadn’t noticed her. His eyes had been on the high platform, and she had thought he was watching the Emperor and Empress. But when he rushed forward, disregarding etiquette to grab the Emperor’s hand, she realized he wasn’t looking at anyone else—he was looking at the Empress Dowager.
She saw his unrestrained concern for the Empress Dowager and the gentle smile the Empress Dowager gave him. At that moment, her heart felt like it had been plunged into cold water. So, it turned out he and the Empress Dowager… Then what about his fiancée?
Ziche Moyao and the Seventh Princess walked out together, both lost in their thoughts, saying nothing. Finally, Hua Ruir had a chance to catch up and speak to Ziche Moyao, “Sister Moyao, I need to talk to you!”
Ziche Moyao paused, her expression dazed. “Go ahead and speak.”
The Seventh Princess was about to leave, but Hua Ruir grabbed her arm. “The Seventh Princess should hear this too!”
“Ah?” The Seventh Princess was a bit surprised.
Hua Ruir led the two to a secluded place, had Qier stand guard, and then, with a very serious expression, said, “Sister Moyao, do you remember what I told you?”
Ziche Moyao snapped back to reality a bit. “You mean about your background?”
Hua Ruir nodded heavily, her face full of anger. “Yesterday, I finally recognized that woman as the Empress Dowager!”
Ziche Moyao was shocked. “You mean that person is the Empress Dowager?”
The Seventh Princess was confused. “What are you talking about?”
Hua Ruir took a deep breath. “I am the cousin of Prince Xuan and the daughter of the Hua family from the martial world. I have known since childhood that I was betrothed to Prince Xuan, so I always waited to marry him. But last year, a woman appeared. She was with my Brother Yue, even doing things that only married couples should do. At first, I thought she was just seducing Brother Yue, but then his friend, Lord Jin, appeared. I saw her embracing Lord Jin in broad daylight. I was furious and tried to separate them, but Lord Jin resented me, threw me out, and caused me to lose all my martial arts, turning me into a beggar!”
“I always thought of revenge, but I never expected that woman to be the Empress Dowager!”
Ziche Moyao and the Seventh Princess were stunned. “Are you sure? Is this all true?”
Hua Ruir nodded solemnly. “I swear on my life. If there’s a single lie, may I die a horrible death!”
The two exchanged a glance, still in shock. After a long while, Ziche Moyao spoke, “This matter cannot be spoken of carelessly, or it could mean execution.”
“Of course I won’t speak carelessly!” Hua Ruir sighed. “I told you this because Emperor Liang and Prime Minister Gong both seem to have unusual relations with the Empress Dowager. I don’t know their exact relationships, but it’s certainly not simple. I’m warning you not to be foolish like I was and end up harmed without knowing it!”
The Seventh Princess, already suspicious, felt her face turn pale upon hearing Hua Ruir’s words. Meanwhile, Ziche Moyao, recalling Leng Jiu’s rejection and Xiao Yan’s indifference toward her, felt a weight on her heart.
Seeing her words take effect, Hua Ruir coldly smiled inside. She knew Leng Jiu’s high status made personal revenge nearly impossible, but she could incite others. The status of Ziche’s daughter and Liang Emperor’s fiancée was perfect for her plan. Adding the Seventh Princess, she was determined to bring Leng Jiu down. Though she felt disgraced and knew Brother Yue would never want her again, she vowed not to let Leng Jiu live peacefully and to drag her to hell as well.
Back at Weiyang Palace, Du Heng handed Leng Jiu the latest report from the Leng Kingdom, which included a detailed battle report and a letter from Lan Ze, asking how to handle Prince Xiao.
Leng Jiu, after reading, narrowed her eyes. “Send a message to Lan Ze. Keep Prince Xiao for now, but if you find Zhao Yun, kill him immediately.”
“Yes!” Du Heng bowed and left.
“Have Qingling and Xiangming watch over Hua Yuxuan. Let her ‘rest peacefully’ for now.”
Lu Chang nodded in agreement.
“Empress Dowager!” Ziyu entered with a tray of medicine, her face full of concern. “Please let me examine your neck first.”
Leng Jiu glanced at her, then closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Ziyu carefully removed the silk band, revealing dark purple bruises where Long Yi’s fingers had gripped, indicating he had shown no mercy. Another bit of force, and Leng Jiu could have been killed.
Holding back tears, Ziyu gently applied medicine to the bruises, then wrapped her neck with a breathable silk bandage.
“The Emperor is truly heartless to have used such force!”
Leng Jiu chuckled softly. “This is nothing. You haven’t seen real cruelty yet.”
“How can you still smile?” Ziyu gently wiped her tears. “You have no idea how scared I was when the Emperor was choking you. I was so frightened, but all I could do was watch and do nothing!”
“Silly girl!” Leng Jiu looked at her. “If you truly want to reach a high position and stand at the pinnacle, then you must learn to smile. No matter what happens, never show emotions of despair or fear. Even if Mount Tai collapses in front of you, remain unperturbed. Let no one see your inner thoughts or guess what you’re thinking. That is success!”
Ziyu didn’t understand. “Doesn’t that mean you have no joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness?”
“Who said there’s none? You just don’t let others see it or read your mind!”
Ziyu somewhat understood and nodded dumbly. She realized there was more to learn.
A grand ceremony to install the Empress ended in such a way that left everyone speechless. The Phoenix Seal was shattered. Although the Empress was recorded in the royal family registry, without the Phoenix Seal, the power seemed somewhat unreal. However, few people had the mind to worry about this now. The fall of three major border cities and the Emperor’s fainting from rage were the top priorities. The urgent war reports kept everyone busy.
“Get out! All of you, get out of my palace!”
“Clang, clang, clang!”
The sound of shattering porcelain accompanied Hua Yuxuan’s furious shouts in Fuxi Palace. A group of palace maids had to retreat. Qingling and Xiangming exchanged glances, stood at the door, and closed it, blocking the teacup Hua Yuxuan had thrown.
“Clang!”
The teacup shattered into pieces. Hua Yuxuan sat weakly on the chair, her eyes filled with tears. “Why? Why do this to me?”
She had waited for so many years, endured for so long, and finally awaited the Empress ceremony. Why did it end up like this?
“Leng Jinghua!” The conversation between Long Yi and Leng Jiu suddenly flashed in her mind. Hua Yuxuan’s sadness was replaced by resentment and hatred. Her eyes widened with a fierce expression. “It’s all you! Because of you, you can’t stand to see me happy! It’s all because of you!”
Hua Yuxuan screamed and smashed countless things in the hall. She collapsed on the couch when she was exhausted, but the hatred in her eyes didn’t fade. “Leng Jinghua! I must kill you!”
Hua Yuxuan clutched the edge of the table, her nails cracked and bleeding, but she seemed not to feel the pain, consumed by hatred and the desire to kill.
“Tianxuan!”
A shadow fell. “Master!”
Hua Yuxuan stared blankly ahead. “Kill Leng Jinghua for me. Take all your men and kill her at all costs!”
“Yes!”
Hua Yuxuan’s face twisted with rage, her eyes bloodshot.
The sky hadn’t completely darkened, but a full moon had already risen from the west. The moon on the fifteenth of August was especially large and round, tinged with a red glow from the sunset.
“Is the Empress Dowager leaving the palace this late?” Ziyu asked as she saw Leng Jiu changing clothes.
Leng Jiu took a wooden hairpin carved by Gong Yuwei from the dressing table, tied her hair, and smiled with satisfaction before answering Ziyu, “I promised to spend Mid-Autumn Festival with someone, so I can’t break my word.”
Ziyu didn’t ask further and stepped aside.
Due to the previous assassination attempt on Xiao Yan, Leng Jiu had used up her throwing darts and realized the danger of walking at night without weapons. So this time, she not only brought the Nine-turn Cherry Blossom Bracelet but also the Qingfeng Sword given by Hua Jinzhi.
After a busy day, no one would disturb her, so she left the palace confidently, not knowing if Gong Yuwei had returned.
By the time Leng Jiu reached the palace gate, it was already dark outside, and thousands of lights were lit. Although the festive atmosphere was somewhat muted today, it was still more lively than usual due to Mid-Autumn Festival. Leng Jiu went to an old famous restaurant and bought a jar of osmanthus wine, some mooncakes, and snacks before heading to the Prime Minister’s residence.
To save time, she used her lightness skills to travel. However, she soon sensed a murderous intent. Her opponent was evidently a master at concealing their presence. Although Leng Jiu couldn’t immediately pinpoint their location, her beast-like instincts told her there were assassins trailing her, and more than one.
Who was in such a hurry to kill her? Leng Jiu really couldn’t think of anyone immediately. Long Yi was impossible. If he had woken up, he would probably be fuming over a pile of memorials right now. Could it be Prince De? That seemed somewhat possible.
She could barely sense the presence of her pursuers, which meant their skills were not inferior to hers. Leng Jiu didn’t dare to be complacent. She estimated the distance to the Prime Minister’s residence and saw that the General’s residence was closer. Deciding on a direction, Leng Jiu used her lightness skill and sprinted.
Seeing the General’s residence gate from afar, Leng Jiu felt a glimmer of hope, but then she noticed two shadows already waiting there. They had clearly anticipated her move. Alarmed, Leng Jiu realized the pursuers were already close. With the General’s residence inaccessible and the Prime Minister’s residence too far away, she decided to head to the Prince Xuan’s residence. The secret guards there knew her and wouldn’t let her be assassinated.
Leng Jiu leaped off the roof and moved stealthily through the shadows. The moon was already very bright, casting a pale light, and the dark areas became even darker, providing perfect cover.
“Damn it!” Leng Jiu needed to cross the main street, but there were few people there, and two pursuers were on the rooftops. If she crossed, they would surely spot her. Trapped between a rock and a hard place, she wondered why she was so unlucky.
As she was thinking of a plan, she suddenly sensed a presence behind her that made the hair on her back stand up. This was a master, more formidable than the others. Without a second thought, Leng Jiu slipped into a nearby house, hugging the walls and hiding in the shadows. Just as she concealed her presence, she felt a breeze outside the wall, and her skin prickled. It wasn’t fear, nor excitement, just a natural reaction to encountering a master—annoying nonetheless.
Relying on her instincts, she chose a direction, quickly climbed over a wall, and began to move stealthily. At this moment, all she cared about was staying alive. Losing face was inconsequential compared to losing her life.
After sneaking through several courtyards, Leng Jiu cautiously entered a larger one. She sensed the presence of another master here, but they were far enough away. Using her family’s lightness skill, she managed to get inside. Her eyes gleamed with an idea. Since it was hard to reach the General’s residence, Prime Minister’s residence, or Prince Xuan’s residence, she decided to stay here. If assassins came, the guards here would surely respond, providing her with free bodyguards.
Smiling mischievously at her plan, Leng Jiu walked deeper into the courtyard, looking for a hiding spot.
Sensing someone inside the house, Leng Jiu checked that no one was around before carefully opening a gap and slipping inside. As she began to take in her surroundings, she heard a shout, “Who’s there?”
Startled, Leng Jiu quickly moved forward, instinctively covering the mouth of the only living being there. Nervously, she whispered, “Shh!”
After confirming that no one outside had noticed, Leng Jiu sighed in relief and turned to look at the person she had covered. Their eyes met, and both froze.
The person was evidently bathing and had just reached for his clothes when Leng Jiu moved too quickly. He was still undressed, pressed against the edge of the bath by her, their bodies tightly against each other. Her eyes drifted downward, taking in his naked side. She knew he wasn’t wearing any clothes, his body smooth and bare…
Leng Jiu, who had never known what shyness was, felt her face flush. She was embarrassed, flustered, and a bit overwhelmed. Heavens, this was Mid-Autumn Festival, not April Fools’ Day. Was she being pranked?
The man she had covered had pale, almost translucent skin, still slightly pink from the bath. Though his body was slim, it didn’t appear weak, with a hint of firm muscle. His hair was wet and disheveled, cascading over his shoulders. His handsome face had lost its usual calm and elegance, now frozen in surprise, with a touch of shy embarrassment in his eyes.
Leng Jiu had one hand on his shoulder, feeling the smooth, soft texture of his skin, and the other covering his mouth, sensing the unusual warmth… Despite the awkwardness of the scene, Leng Jiu suddenly felt as though she had molested an innocent man.
After what felt like an eternity, Leng Jiu snapped out of her shock and jumped back as if she had touched hot coals, almost colliding with a pillar. She stopped just in time to avoid the most embarrassing scene.
“Ahem!” She coughed dryly, trying to compose herself. “Put your clothes on!”
The air seemed to freeze for a moment, then she heard the faint rustle of fabric. Moments later, a calm voice responded, “Done.”
Leng Jiu took a couple of deep breaths before turning around. In front of her was a man wearing only a simple dark purple robe, his hair tied casually with a silk ribbon, without any extra adornments. Despite his simplicity, his noble aura set him apart from ordinary people. This man was none other than Xiao Yan, the emperor of Liang, someone Leng Jiu never expected to meet in such a situation.
Feeling uneasy, Leng Jiu looked around. “Just now… that was an accident, a complete accident!”
“I know.” Compared to Leng Jiu’s embarrassment, Xiao Yan seemed much more composed. He stepped forward, lifted the curtain, and entered the inner room. “Come in and have a seat.”
Leng Jiu reluctantly moved inside, gradually dissipating her awkwardness. If it were anyone else, she might have even teased them, but facing Xiao Yan, this elegant and graceful emperor, she was at a loss.
Xiao Yan was a man of refinement. His room was simple yet tastefully and meticulously decorated. He had even placed a sandalwood antique rack, not for antiques, but for various tea sets and tea canisters, mostly made of jade.
The table was always set with a tea set. Xiao Yan sat down and began preparing tea. The simple action seemed dignified and pleasing to the eye, making it hard to look away. Whether it was his calm demeanor or the soothing aroma of the tea, Leng Jiu’s awkwardness gradually faded. She moved closer and watched him make tea.
He performed the tea-making process with precision and order, filling two cups once finished, and handed one to Leng Jiu. “Try this ink chrysanthemum tea.”
Leng Jiu took a sip. To her, it was just slightly better than regular chrysanthemum tea…
Xiao Yan didn’t really expect her to comment. He took a sip himself and then asked, “Why are you out in the middle of the night?”
At this, Leng Jiu’s expression drooped. “I just came out to spend Mid-Autumn Festival with someone. Who knew I’d run into a bunch of assassins, each more skilled than me? One or two would have been manageable, but there was a whole group. To save my life, I had to run, and I ended up here!”
Seeing her current demeanor, Xiao Yan could hardly believe she was the same woman who, just during the day, had smiled calmly under Long Yi’s grasp. Now, she looked nothing like an empress dowager, her cold and proud aura retracted, displaying the irritation of an ordinary woman. She spoke so casually that Xiao Yan was momentarily stunned, then smiled. “Did you perhaps notice the secret guards here and decided to hide?”
Leng Jiu immediately gave him a look of admiration. “Smart! I was just looking for a safe place and didn’t expect to find you here!”
Thinking of the recent awkward moment, Leng Jiu blushed again.
Xiao Yan’s hand holding the cup also froze briefly, but he quickly regained his composure. “So, what do you plan to do now?”
“Just hide for now!” Leng Jiu said sheepishly, then asked, “Do you only have those few guards outside?”
Xiao Yan looked at her. “Do you want me to deal with them for you?”
Leng Jiu chuckled. “If you can, that would be great. Besides, didn’t I save your life before? ‘A drop of water should be returned with a spring,’ so if you save my life now, I can owe you a bit less later!”
Xiao Yan couldn’t help but laugh at her shameless words. Instead of feeling annoyed, he felt he should indeed repay her favor.
“I have fifty hidden guards newly assigned. Taking them down shouldn’t be difficult.”
Leng Jiu’s eyes lit up. “Thanks!”
Though he hadn’t explicitly agreed to help, Xiao Yan shook his head slightly in amusement. He stepped outside and fired a small signal arrow into the sky. Instantly, the hidden guards gathered around, and dozens more quickly approached, silently.
Seeing Leng Jiu by Xiao Yan’s side, the guards were shocked. They hadn’t noticed her arrival and immediately knelt to apologize.
Xiao Yan didn’t hold it against them. He had dismissed them while he bathed, and Leng Jiu’s skills seemed formidable. Not detecting her was understandable. He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze cold. “There are assassins nearby. Kill them all, regardless of their allegiance.”
No one responded verbally. The guards dispersed like phantoms, dividing into five groups and moving in different directions. A dozen or so remained to protect Xiao Yan and Leng Jiu. The atmosphere was thick with murderous intent.
As the night breeze rustled the trees, Leng Jiu retrieved the items she had left by the door and turned to Xiao Yan. “Since we’ve met by chance, why not have a drink of osmanthus wine and some snacks together?”
Xiao Yan looked at the jar of wine, his eyes flickering. He intended to refuse but found himself nodding when he met Leng Jiu’s smiling eyes. The nearby hidden guards were shocked. How could their master drink alcohol? However, knowing Xiao Yan’s principles—his decisions were never to be challenged—they dared not step forward to dissuade him.
Drinking wine and admiring the moon naturally required a spot with a good view of the moon. Conveniently, there was a stone table in the courtyard. Leng Jiu placed the items on it while Xiao Yan had someone bring cups and chopsticks.
Leng Jiu opened the seal on the wine jar, and the fragrance of the wine, mixed with a faint osmanthus scent, wafted out, intoxicating anyone who caught a whiff.
Seeing Leng Jiu’s eager expression, Xiao Yan couldn’t help but smile. “Where have you seen a woman who loves drinking as much as you do?”
As she opened the snacks, Leng Jiu replied, “I’ve already cut back a lot. If it were the past, drinking a bottle a day would be nothing. Now, I can’t find that same taste, and no one drinks with me, so I drink less.”
Xiao Yan handed her the chopsticks and personally poured the wine. With a bubbling sound, the wine filled the cups, and the fragrance became even stronger.
Leng Jiu eagerly took a cup, sniffed it, and looked intoxicated. Seeing Xiao Yan smiling at her, she raised her cup. “Though we aren’t very familiar, we can still share a drink under the moon. Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!”
Xiao Yan raised his cup and gently clinked it against hers. Watching her tilt her head back to down the wine in one gulp, he hesitated but then drank his own wine slowly.
Leng Jiu wasn’t being overly optimistic or thinking Xiao Yan’s help solved everything. She was just bored at the moment, so she used the opportunity to pass the time by chatting with Xiao Yan. With her favorite snacks and the wine, she had finished more than half the jar of osmanthus wine in no time. Xiao Yan, however, had only had a few small cups and barely touched the food.
Leng Jiu wasn’t one to force others, especially when it came to drinking. It depended on personal preference, and forcing it would be a waste, so she didn’t insist.
Xiao Yan glanced at the full moon above and casually asked, “Did you come out tonight to accompany Gong Yuwei?”
Leng Jiu nodded after drinking a cup. “But at this hour, who knows if he’s asleep or not!”
Xiao Yan picked up his cup, not pursuing that topic further, and asked, “Today’s events caused quite a stir. Long Yi surely won’t let you off. Aren’t you worried?”
Hearing that name, Leng Jiu snorted. “Him? A ruler who loves his throne more than anything but can’t see people’s hearts, stubborn and self-willed. To me, he’s no match at all. If it weren’t for the hassle of killing him, he wouldn’t be alive today!”
Such blasphemous words rolled off her tongue not as a boast, but as a simple truth. Xiao Yan knew she had the capability. She could push Long Yi to such a state of losing control yet having to back down. Her imposing manner could intimidate the civil and military officials. Such a woman indeed possessed the skills she claimed.
Leng Jiu, feeling down after this topic, quickly changed the subject. “By the way, I noticed Ziche Moyao seems deeply in love with you. Why do you seem indifferent? Weren’t you here to find her? Now that you’ve found her, are you not interested anymore? Even though she’s a bit delicate, she’s quite pretty. Don’t men like women like that?”
Xiao Yan looked at her, feeling inexplicably troubled. He drank his wine in one gulp but choked, bending over and coughing.
“Cough, cough, cough!”
“If you can’t drink, then don’t!” Seeing him cough until his face turned red, Leng Jiu, exasperated, raised her hand to pat his back. But the moment she touched him, she froze, instinctively grabbing him and using her lightness skill to leap away.
Just as she flew up, a flying sword struck their previous spot, shattering the stone table into pieces. A long, cold sword stood in the middle, its sharpness evident. The sword’s trajectory had aimed directly at her back. Had she been a moment slower, she would have shared the same fate as the stone table, and Xiao Yan would have been affected too.
Seeing Xiao Yan was unharmed, the hidden guards immediately engaged the attackers. Several guards surrounded them protectively. Leng Jiu was about to release Xiao Yan but suddenly felt a weight on her shoulder. She sighed. “Hey, Xiao Yan, are you drunk?”
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**Author’s Note:**
It’s been a long time since I’ve added extra chapters. Today, I’ve added 2,000 words. Give me some rewards! How about a flying kiss? Haha, Xiao Yan got teased and even got drunk. Go ahead and indulge in your fantasies!