"Rebirth of the Devil's Blood Queen - Chapter 65: The Wicked Him, Phoenix Dominates the World, Dancing Alone for You"

  Loyal and Virtuous Marquis of Silver Wharf

  "Madam, slow down." Chun Shui supported Luo Niang's arm, and on this cold winter day, he was covered in sweat. If the master slipped and fell on the snowy ground, it would cost her several lives to make up for it.

  At present, the three aunts in the mansion have indeed lost their favor, and the three young ladies are like deflated balloons, no longer daring to be arrogant, and are often scolded and beaten. However, the master is still the master, and as subordinates, they do not dare to be presumptuous.

  If they had known earlier that Fourth Miss would be favored, they would have been happy to serve Fourth Miss Leng Ziyue. Obviously, as attendants of the same miss, Hua'er lived a better life than them, just like a mistress living in the mansion, making her sisters envy and jealous.

  "Die, you little wretch! Hold on tight, or if you fall and hurt yourself, it'll be your own skin that suffers." For several days, Luo Yinian had not been spared from cold ridicule and hot mockery. Previously, she had ruthlessly trampled on Hua Yinian and her daughter, but now she herself was not faring any better.

  Her most beloved daughter, had actually attempted to stab Princess Zijin in front of all the officials with a knife, which would have meant certain death. Every time she thought about it, she was so frightened that her whole body trembled with fear.

  Wanting to scold Leng Yinling, but feeling heartache at the same time, that child has already been frightened.

  Yesterday, following the imperial edict of the Empress Dowager, Leng Feng Ling was married off. Looking around, there wasn't a hint of joy in the mansion, instead it felt eerily gloomy and ominous.

  The housekeeper found a matchmaker, made some arrangements, and let Leng Fengling sit in the flower sedan chair to set off for Nanling. This life, there was no chance of returning to the Moon Capital City again. Whether she died on the way or died in Nanling, it had nothing to do with the Zhongjunhou Mansion anymore.

  "The slave knows she was wrong." Chun Shui lowered her head, her hands tightly grasping Lu Niang's waist, allowing the sharp and pointed fingertips to poke at her forehead, and soon saw blood.

  A gust of cold wind blew over, scraping against her wound, a piercing pain, but she didn't dare cry out, and could only grit her teeth.

  "Is Madam Luo well?" The two maids, Ting'er and Ying'er, who were attending to Leng Yinling, bowed their heads and asked respectfully, their eyes fixed on their toes.

  Leng Xue said that in the Zhong Jun Hou Mansion, only her mother, Long Sun Youyou, could be called a lady. If she heard someone addressing her incorrectly, she would drag them to the front hall and beat them to death with sticks.

  From then on, no one dared to call Luo Niangniang as Mrs. Luo again.

  "Where's the young lady?" A chilly gaze swept over the two people, and with a single glance from Luo Niangniang, the maid Xiaojie, who was standing behind her, understood and stepped forward to push open the door, welcoming her inside.

  "The young lady is in her room, she said don't disturb her." Ting'er replied with a low head, her voice barely concealing her sobs, with a hint of crying tone.

  If she were called to lift her head, her face would be seen, swollen high, completely unrecognizable from its former appearance, comparable to a pig's head.

  "Go prepare some tea and snacks." Luo Yini's eyebrows furrowed as she glanced down at the maid Ying'er.

  "Yes." Ying Er nodded, biting her lip, until Luofu's figure disappeared from view, then dragged her injured leg step by step towards the small kitchen in the courtyard.

  The room was filled with a thick scent of perfume, and the furnishings were luxurious to an excessive degree, each item being something of high quality, giving off an air of having been bought by someone who had suddenly come into wealth.

  Leng Yin was lying on the bed, kicking her legs and muttering to herself, judging from her rough movements, it was definitely not anything good.

  "Who is it? Get out! Didn't I say no one was allowed to see me? Are you all deaf?" The cold, silver bell-like voice shouted as her hand slammed heavily onto the thick brocade quilt.

  It's all because of Leng Xue that she's been harmed. If only she didn't exist, things would be so much better. Why does her life have to be so resilient, always refusing to die?

  "Yin Ling, who are you telling to get out?" Luo Yiniang's face turned black, being yelled at by her own daughter, truly made her lose face.

  "Daughter, how did you come?" Hearing the familiar voice, Leng Yinling sat up from bed with a resentful expression. Without dressing up, her long hair was disheveled and her clothes were wrinkled, not looking like the young lady of the Qian family at all.

  "Look at you now, what have you become?" Luo Yiniang waved away the two maids and sat down beside Leng Yinling, stroking her hair with her hand.

  She had hoped that her first child would be a son, but instead she gave birth to a daughter. Although she was very disappointed, she really loved Lingyin and spoiled her terribly.

  Even if she gave birth to a daughter later, her love for her was not comparable to that of her eldest daughter. Luo Yiniang had hated and resented her, so why did she give birth to another daughter?

  Every time she looks at her little daughter Jin Ling, her heart aches once, reminding her of those unhappy things, so she is always lukewarm towards her little daughter, unlike the way she dotes on Lin Daiyu with all her heart.

  She had always wanted to marry Ling Yin off to a member of the royal family, whether as an imperial concubine or a princess, just so she wouldn't end up like her, a lowly and disreputable lady-in-waiting.

  "Mother, what else can you expect from me?" Cold Silver Bell pushed away Luo Niang. From a young age, she had grown up under their ruthless and cunning influence. Since then, she had understood that if she wanted to get what she wanted, she must fight for it without hesitation.

  She was the most spoiled one in her father's eyes, getting whatever she wanted because she knew how to speak and behave, understood people's expressions, and knew how to please her father to achieve her goals.

  Big sister Leng Fengling would give in to her, third sister Leng Jinglying would also give in to her, and as for Leng Ziyue, she didn't even need to be mentioned. Every time they saw her, they would hide far away, trembling all over, afraid that she would hit them or scold them.

  She was so proud, thinking she was the best, and that her future as a princess would be very good. However, what she didn't know was that after Leng Ziyue jumped off the Zhuque Platform, not only did she not die, but when she woke up, her personality changed greatly, becoming overbearing to the point of being unbearable.

  When those eyes as cold as thousand-year-old ice stared at her, her mind was always a complete blank, thinking only of falling to the ground and playing dead, or desperately escaping.

  Without any value to be exploited, she would be abandoned by her father, Cold Jing, and her mother, Luo Niang, just like her elder sister, Cold Feng Ling, who even got married through the back door without a wedding procession, not even firecrackers were spared.

  If Leng Fengling hadn't become a fallen flower, how would Father Leng have treated her so cruelly. With Eldest Sister's looks, Father could have used her as a pawn to curry favor with his colleagues and given her away as a concubine, which would be better than abandoning her directly.

  She assassinated Princess Zijin, with all the evidence and witnesses in place. Unbeknownst to her, a gleaming sword was hanging over her head, ready to strike at any moment, ending her life.

  "Yinling, you child, your mother is...!" Luo Yiniang pulled Yinling's hand and let out a deep sigh, saying: "Otherwise, I'll prepare some silver for you, and you can escape!"

  After all, she couldn't bear to part with this daughter, as long as she could live a good life, it's still not too late.

  "Where can I escape to, there's no escape." She shook her head, these past few days were the most terrifying for her, her chest still aching vaguely, and with even the slightest movement, she couldn't catch her breath.

  The kick from Princess Zi Jing nearly took her life.

  "Ah...!" Lady Luo covered her mouth, swallowing hard, almost blurting out something she shouldn't have said. "What really happened that night? How could you possibly go and assassinate Princess Zijin for no reason? Was it that wretched woman Leng Ziyue who was behind it?"

  As soon as she mentioned the birth of Leng Ziyue, she was so angry that her teeth itched. Leng Fengling was ruined by her own hands. Hua Yiniang locked herself in her room and refused to see anyone.

  Even if she came to provoke her, she wouldn't care about her, and the blow she received was fatal.

  After all, she has two daughters. The elder daughter is ruined, but she can still hope that the younger daughter will make a good life for herself and let her have a better future. But Hua Niang didn't have such good fortune; her only daughter was completely ruined, with no hope left.

  Nanling's richest man, Gong Suncai, marrying a man like that is probably the most miserable thing under heaven. Not only does he have many wives and concubines, but he also loses interest in a woman every three days, and no one can capture his heart. In the business world, if someone sets their sights on his women, they will be sent directly to the other person's bed that night.

  What's most frightening is that Gong Suncai is a ruthless and merciless person who doesn't value human life at all.

  "Don't mention her in front of me, it's all because of her, her, her..." The silver bell's emotions suddenly became agitated as he crazily smashed the teacup on the table, his face twisted and his white teeth terrifying.

  Leng Xue is a devil, she's a monster, otherwise, how could she control her mind and make her do such terrible things. Assassination, haha, in this life, she really doesn't have the guts for that.

  "Yinling, don't get agitated, mother won't say it anymore...won't say it anymore..." Luo Yinian was frightened and kept waving her hand, she really feared that Cold Silver Bell's cold hands would grab onto her neck.

  "Mother, Leng Xueyu is a demon in disguise. Our plan was so meticulous, without any loopholes. It should have been her who was caught in the act with that man, it should have been us who exposed them. But instead, she appeared late and watched as we mistakenly caught my sister. The scattered red clothes were all hinting at others, suggesting that the woman on the bed was Leng Xueyu. Only when her face was revealed to everyone did they realize they had been deceived, and she stood behind, watching the commotion.

  That night, like a dream, was one that Leng Yinling dared not recall. It seemed that compared to being caught in the act, her attempt to assassinate Princess Zijin at least preserved her innocence and dignity."

  Luo Niang's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly felt a chill run down her spine. She couldn't shake off the feeling that what Cold Silver Bell said was eerie and ominous.

  "Things are indeed strange, let's think about it carefully." Luo Yiniang patted the small hand of Leng Yinling, softly comforting her.

  She says she's trying to find a way out, but in fact she's just a woman, a woman who needs to rely on men to survive. Without the favor of men, she is nothing.

  Recently, all the ways to get close to Leng Jing that she could think of and use had been tried, but they couldn't keep him. As soon as Leng Jing returned home, he would go straight to Qiao Niang's courtyard and stay there for a whole night.

  Originally thought that, for Qing Rong Sheng having given birth to a daughter, it's better than those women who can't give birth at all. As a result, the childless Auntie Qiao unexpectedly became the favored one, receiving exclusive pampering.

  Whether it was her or Huajie, they were both because their own daughters lost face for him and made him suffer ridicule outside, so when he returned to the mansion, how could he not give them a hard time.

  "Old Madame, Second Miss, someone from the palace has come to take Second Miss into the palace." Wang Jin wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve, living in trepidation, and even on a cold winter's day, he was drenched in sweat.

  First, the eldest lady was caught red-handed having an affair and was married off to a noble family in Nanling with nothing; then, the second lady publicly stabbed Princess Zijin with a sword, witnessed by hundreds of pairs of eyes.

  Alas, as he said, the Hou Mansion has been unlucky recently, with one unfortunate event happening after another.

  Isn't there a saying 'settling accounts after autumn'? I think the people coming to the palace to receive the second young lady are likely to bring more disaster than good fortune.

  In the room, upon hearing the cold silver bell, her legs trembled and she directly hid under the table, stuttering: "Mother... I... I won't go... I don't want to enter the palace..."

  Once she entered the palace, there was no way for her to escape alive.

  "But...," Luo Niang hesitated for a moment, stood up and cleared her throat: "Wang Guanjia, the second young lady is ill, with a high fever, I'm afraid she won't be able to enter the palace."

  Drag one day is a day, while loudly speaking outside, drag the cold silver bell from under the table, indicating that she lies on the bed to pretend to be ill.

  "Mother Luo, the people from the palace said that even if they have to carry her, Second Miss must be carried into the palace." Wang Jin swallowed hard, thinking of the fierce and sinister guard in the front hall, his legs went weak.

  Nor did I know if everyone who came out of the palace was so terrifying.

  "Where is the Marquis? How could he abandon his own daughter who's bedridden with illness?" Madam Luo scolded, her chest heaving up and down in anger. The people in the imperial palace are really something else, they just lift you away like that, do they think this is a vegetable market or what?!

  She was holding back her anger and could only scold a few words in her heart. If she really wanted to say it out loud, she didn't have the guts.

  Leng Yin shrunk his body, wrapping himself entirely in the thick quilt, not even sticking his head out. His face was red from being stifled, and he couldn't breathe smoothly, his whole body shaking more violently than a sieve.

  She doesn't want to enter the palace, doesn't want to enter the palace...

  "Master Hou is in the front hall, instructing me to invite Second Miss. If Second Miss doesn't come out herself, then we can only have someone from the palace come over and take her away personally." Master Hou may be the most powerful person in the manor, but in the palace, a small master like him amounts to nothing.

  The imperial edict of the Empress Dowager, how dare the young master not follow it?

  "What did you say?" Luo Niang's voice rose in pitch, how could he be so heartless.

  "What does Master Wang mean...?" Wang Jinjin was neither advancing nor retreating, staring at the tightly closed door in frustration. As the steward of the Wang estate, he didn't dare to barge into Miss's chamber recklessly.

  He had been here for a while, and was probably getting impatient in the front hall already.

  "Mother, I won't enter the palace... if I do, I'm afraid I won't be able to come back alive... waaahhhh..." A faint, mosquito-like voice trembled and came out from under the quilt, Cold Silver Bell's whole body was startled into a cold sweat, wet and sticky on her skin, completely unaware.

  Fear filled her entire brain, for the first time she felt so close to death, wanting to escape but unable to muster up the strength, could only stand there trembling.

  Old Mother Luo gazed at her daughter, who was wrapped in a quilt and shivering on the bed. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she felt suffocated, as if something was stuck in her chest. She couldn't speak or move, and nearly fainted from holding her breath.

  "The efficiency of Wang's household is really making me wait in anger, so I had to come myself." Li Gonggong interrupted Wang Jin's words with a sharp voice like a public duck, his orchid finger raised.

  Several sword-bearing guards followed closely behind him, blocking the entire entrance of the Silver Silk Pavilion.

  "Master Li... Master Li... I... I..." Big drops of sweat rolled down from his forehead, and Wang Jin stuttered for a long time without being able to say a complete sentence.

  "Never mind, just stand aside." With a sharp glance, Li Gonggong flicked his dustpan and said coldly: "Miss Leng Er, the Empress Dowager has summoned you. If you don't behave yourself, don't blame me for being rough with you."

  He also listened and acted, the Queen Mother's death order, no matter whether this cold silver bell was alive or dead, pretending to be mad or selling silly, had to be brought back to the palace.

  Luo Niangniang rushed to the bedside of Leng Yinling, her legs weak with anxiety, and whispered: "Yinling, you said the Empress Dowager... why does she want to see you? Will she...?"

  The words were cut off before they could be finished, and suddenly Ling Yin's voice rang out as she sat up from under the covers, throwing off the quilt and pushing away Luo Niangniang, shouting: "I'm not going anywhere... I won't go..."

  The sound is as loud as thunder, deafening the ears.

  Her response was a shrill scream from Luo Niang's embarrassed fall to the ground, as well as Li Gonggong's eerie and weird eunuch voice, "Go or not, it's not up to you."

  With a gesture, several guards stepped forward and quickly seized the wildly kicking Leng Yinling.

  "I won't go, I don't want to go... Please, please spare me..." Struggling, Líng Yín (Cold Silver Bell) knelt at the feet of Li Gonggong, tightly embracing his legs. She couldn't go to that place, or she would be dead.

  Li Gonggong kicked her in the chest with one foot, patted his pants corner and said coldly: "Miss Leng Er, it's not that our family doesn't want to help you, but who dares to disobey the imperial edict of the Empress Dowager?"

  Even the Emperor has to be cautious of the Empress Dowager, he is just a small eunuch manager, how can he have such big guts, being hypocritical in front of the Empress Dowager.

  "No...," a faint whisper escaped, shaking her head in disbelief. She was still so young, could she really be dying? Cold Xue Yue, it's all your fault, even if I die, don't think you can escape my wrath.

  Even if I become a vengeful spirit, I will haunt you for all eternity, never letting you be at peace.

  "Take it away." Li Gonggong kicked the unconscious Leng Yinling, who was lying on the ground, with a look of disgust and said with a frown, raising his little finger in distaste.

  Mrs. Luo gazed helplessly at the departing figure of Leng Yinling, tears streaming down her face. It was only now that she realized how powerless she truly was.

  "Daughter." Leng Jinling wore a goose-yellow winter cotton skirt, which set off her small and delicate appearance even more. She gently helped up Luo Niang who had fallen to the ground, and in her heart, she hoped that if there was no second sister, she would receive more pampering.

  Nowadays, there are only two ladies left in the mansion, her and Leng Ziyue. As long as she grasps it well, she will definitely become a dazzling golden phoenix and make her dreams come true.

  Given her personality, she would never listen to her father's arrangements or get close to him. That was her best opportunity, as long as she was obedient and understanding, gentle and virtuous, she would definitely stand out.

  As long as she doesn't have a direct conflict with Leng Ziyue, and keeps showing weakness, Leng Ziyue, who doesn't like to cause trouble, probably won't spend time dealing with her.

  They are pursuing different things and will not necessarily conflict with each other.

  "Jin Ling, your second sister... Although she still has Cold Jin Ling to cultivate and rely on, Lady Luo couldn't bear to part with her eldest daughter, the one she had poured all her heart and soul into, Cold Yin Ling."

  "Sister, Second Sister will be fine." Lowering her eyelids, she hid the resentment and unwillingness in her eyes, and softly comforted with a gentle voice.

  Why, Leng Yinling's life was already short-lived, but in her heart and eyes, she still only saw herself, also a daughter, so why didn't she let her see her?

  Since you look down on me so much, someday in the future I will make you kneel and beg for a glance from me.

  "Hmm." She nodded gently, and Lu Niang looked at Qing Jinling with her head down, sobbing: "Jinling, if...if your second sister had a good ending, Mother would only have you as my daughter left, you must take care of yourself, do you understand?"

  Leng Xueyue, you killed my daughter, I won't let you go, absolutely won't let you off.

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  "Everyone, get out." The Moon Emperor gazed at Leng Ziyue walking into the imperial study with a swagger, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, dismissing all the eunuchs and palace maids in the hall, his eyes deep like the sea.

  A crimson-clad figure floated into the hall, cold wind brushing against her face, whipping up her three thousand strands of black hair. Her face was as lovely as a flower, her complexion as radiant as the moon, an enchanting beauty capable of toppling cities. Her icy skin and jade-like bones were wrapped in a fiery red robe, her eyes gleaming softly, beautiful to the point of being ethereal and otherworldly.

  Leng Xueyu curved her mouth and smiled lightly, "Your Majesty seems like you should give me an explanation."

  Her soft and gentle voice has a sweet and elegant tone, with an unstoppable aura that is both calm and imposing, her domineering air is naturally born.

  More like a king than a king.

  Every gesture and movement exudes nobility and grandeur, with a calm and haughty expression, a queen-like aura that makes one want to surrender at her feet.

  "Hehe, I knew you'd come, but I didn't expect your entrance to be so special." Yue Di let out a hearty laugh, and Leng Ziyue indeed was not one to play by the rules.

  He thought she would enter the palace in the usual way and wait for his summons.

  Unexpectedly, she directly entered the imperial palace and appeared in his study.

  If she were an assassin, he would probably have his head in her hands by now.

  This woman is a danger yet an enigma, drawing people in with her irresistible charm and making them irretrievably enthralled in her world.

  "Since you knew I was coming, Your Majesty still arranged for those annoying followers to tag along with me. Don't you worry that if I'm in a bad mood, I'll just get rid of them and vent my frustration?" Leng Xiu Yan stepped lightly and casually found a seat, sitting down elegantly.

  Considering the intelligence she has in her hands now, this emperor is quite incompetent. On the surface, everything looks great, but behind the scenes, he doesn't have much real power.

  For nearly twenty years, she had been enduring and tolerating, but only in recent years did she gain a bit more confidence. Seeing his firm determination to break free from the control of the old witch-like Empress Dowager, she decided to reluctantly cooperate with him this one time.

  "You won't slaughter the innocent." The Moon Emperor stared into Leng Ziyue's clear eyes, although she was ruthless and merciless in her attacks, leaving no survivors, but she had a kind heart.

  "Do you really know me?" She raised an eyebrow, with a hint of arrogance and invincibility, and she didn't mind clearing away everything that stood in her way.

  Kill the gods when you meet them, eliminate the demons when you encounter them, and usurp the Buddha when you meet him.

  "I don't understand you." The Moon Emperor shook his head, his expression unchanged, only the slight tremble of his right hand revealing his emotions. Her fleeting gaze just now was bloodthirsty and ominous.

  "The Empress Dowager and Princess Zijin must pay a heavy price, I don't know if the Emperor thinks it's more suitable." Delicate white hands picked up the teapot, Leng Xueyu poured herself a cup of hot tea, smelling the fragrance, her expression slightly relaxed, with a pure and clean smile at the corner of her eyes.

  She likes tea and lives in a deep mountain. When she is tired from practicing martial arts, she likes to brew a pot of good tea for herself and savor it quietly.

  Grandfather told her that tasting tea is like savoring the hundred flavors of life, and if you don't savor it carefully, you can't taste it.

  "Don't you want to see how the Empress Dowager will make her choice? I'll give her only three days." The Moon Emperor said this as his gaze leapt over Leng Ziyue and looked out the window.

  They, one is his mother and the other is his own sister. Giving up either of them would be a silent hurt for him.

  However, he had no choice but to give up.

  He had lost so much because of his hesitation in the past.

  Now, in order to protect him, he must do even more cruel things.

  "There are only two possible answers, what's there to be curious about?" Leng Ziyue's tone turned sharp, her voice low and warning: "Call back your people, otherwise don't blame me for not showing mercy, I'll kill them all."

  "Will they affect you?" Yue Di put on a puzzled expression, that look was just like a certain man's, really just like father and son.

  Leng Xueyu snapped back to reality, her clear and cold gaze meeting Yue Di's scrutinizing stare. She spoke bluntly: "If I were to arrange a group of people to follow you around the clock like shadows, I reckon you'd go crazy too. This time, I'll just do a favor for the Emperor, but don't ever touch my bottom line, or there really will be deaths."

  That dream, more and more clear, Leng Xue's thirst for blood also became stronger and stronger. Many times, she was crazy to want to kill people, she wanted to see blood.

  Whenever that desire came flooding in, she had to force herself to sit and meditate, emptying her mind in order to barely restrain her thirst for blood.

  She knew that crazy idea was about to get out of control.

  "I won't let them off lightly, and I ask you not to interfere. I'll recall all the people I've sent to your side. How about that?" The transaction or condition was just an excuse for the Moon Emperor to find a way out.

  Facing the powerful and arrogant Leng Ziyue, he really couldn't handle it.

  "Your Majesty, the Blood King requests an audience." The faint sound of Liu Gonggong's sharp and unique voice came from outside the imperial study, just loud enough for those inside to hear clearly.

  The Emperor's hand trembled, almost knocking over the teacup on the table. Cold Ziyue caught his complex and inexplicable gaze, her heart skipped a beat. What kind of gaze was that? It couldn't be described, containing too many things, making her feel somewhat suffocated.

  Astonishment, wild joy, surprise, unease... all sorts of expressions alternated, finally settling into calmness.

  It is said that the Moon Emperor dislikes his own little prince, Blood King Baili Chenyuan, and views him as an unlucky person. After being born and sent to the sealed land of Silver Moon City, he was ignored for twenty years.

  Leng Xue's feelings were not the same, Yue Di treated Baili Chenyuan as if he wanted to love but couldn't, wanting to get close yet afraid of getting close.

  What kind of father is he? Leng Ziyue was bewildered...

  " Declaration "

  "Yes." Liu Gonggong responded with a loud shout: "The Blood King has arrived for an audience."

  His black pupils were as clear as a lake, and he couldn't hide his immortal temperament at all. The wind blew, lightly lifting his jet-black hair like a waterfall, and in the charming ink pupils, there seemed to be a pool of water rippling.

  Even with the jade mask covering most of his face, the perfect jawline alone was breathtakingly beautiful, occasionally revealing a crystal-clear aura that blended with it in a seemingly contradictory yet strangely captivating way.

  The red robe remained unchanged, Baili Chunxiao stepped into the imperial study with a wide stride, and the large door closed with a soft creak.

  His eyes met Cold Ziyue's slightly raised, inquiring and bewildered phoenix eyes, his mouth curled into a good-looking arc, he didn't expect to see her here.

  Leng Xueying blinked her eyes, withdrew her gaze, and lowered her head in embarrassment, staring blankly at her toes.

  What emerged in her mind was what he said to her that day in the woods, his smile as bright as the stars, dazzling and unparalleled, making her infatuated.

  "What is it that you need to see me about, Blood King?" The Moon Emperor observed the unguarded interaction between the two, his eyes flashing with insight as he hesitated, unsure of how to respond.

  He really wants to call him "Yuan Er" and give him a big hug, but will he have that chance again?

  "This king indeed has a matter that requires an audience with Your Majesty." Baili Chen's gentle gaze seemed to be reserved only for Leng Zhiyue, his eyes looking at the Moon Emperor were inexplicably cold, surpassing a thousand years of dark ice.

  The blink of an eye, the spacious imperial study was filled with a chill that seemed to pierce through the air, several degrees colder than outside.

  "You said." The Emperor's face stiffened, and a pang of pain flashed in his eyes, as if that expression had never appeared before.

  They are father and son, why have they ended up like sworn enemies?

  He knew that Baili Chunyu hated him and resented him for not protecting his mother well, nor did he protect himself, and had never taken care of him for a day.

  No matter what he says or does, it's all so pale and powerless, so there's no use.

  "In seven days, it will be the anniversary of Mother's death. I request that we hold a national memorial service to pay our respects to her spirit in heaven." Ba Li Chen Yuan's tone was not one of discussion or inquiry, but rather a declaration after having made up his mind.

  His mother was the empress of Qi Yue State, and she should enjoy all the rights she deserved, no one could deprive her.

  Even so, the birthday of the former Empress of Chu was on New Year's Eve.

  That was the day he was born.

  It was also the day his mother died.

  For twenty years, he didn't celebrate his birthday, that day was his most painful day, where did the happiness come from.

  "But... uh..." Moon Emperor opened his mouth, but found himself unsure of how to start speaking.

  His queen, his Ning'er, he had preserved nothing but her title as queen, and could not even openly pay respects to her.

  He is an emperor, but also the most cowardly emperor in history, pathetic and laughable.

  The day before the eve of the Lunar New Year, a national memorial ceremony was held to pay respects to Empress Chu. This would inevitably cause a huge stir and shock the imperial court.

  The complex and profound gaze fell on Baili Chunxiao, the Moon Emperor gazed deeply at him, his Chunxiao, now only had the title of Blood King, without power or influence, how could he stand in the court. If he insisted on holding a grand funeral for his mother, it would only bring about disaster and death.

  How could he let Ning Er's only flesh and blood encounter danger again, that resolute and stubborn gaze was really similar to Ning Er's, the unstoppable momentum was even stronger.

  "No matter whether you agree or disagree, my intention has been made clear. This is the honor that my mother should have received, although it's twenty years late, but from now on, there won't be any more opportunities to delay it." Ba Li Chen's eyes, as clear as morning dew, were tinged with a faint murderous aura. He was no longer an infant who couldn't protect himself or his mother; he had become powerful enough to overthrow a nation.

  He is a demon, not a Buddha, without a compassionate heart, and will only live according to his nature.

  Protect what you like, destroy what you don't like.

  "This lady also thinks so, hehe." Leng Ziyue stroked her smooth chin, her pink lips slightly parted.

  It's almost New Year, let's make some noise, the more noise the merrier. She has a cold personality and always needs a lively atmosphere to ease her mood.

  Baili Chenyuan stared at Leng Ziyue with a cold face, then blinked and revealed a cute and charming smile. The speed of his change in expression was truly unmatched, in one word, crazy.

  "This king's words have been conveyed, it's up to the Emperor to decide." Baili Chunxuan didn't give Yue Di another glance, elegantly turned around and strode out of the imperial study.

  The resplendent imperial palace outside, he vowed that once his great revenge was achieved, he would never set foot in this place again for the rest of his life.

  "Your Majesty, if you truly wish to ease the tension between you and your son, then this decision must be made with utmost care. One misstep will lead to a series of mistakes, and I hope Your Majesty won't regret it later." Although he deeply cares for Baili Chenyuan, he still has to put on an air of indifference and nonchalance, which would only hurt him more deeply.

  Ba Li Chen Yuan is so intelligent, how can't he see his abnormality?

  Leng Xueyu stood up, her red dress fluttering, drifting away from the dust. In her past life, she yearned for a hug from her parents and loved ones. As long as they were willing to hold her in their arms, she felt like she possessed the entire world.

  If Yuandi could take the first step, Baili Chunxuan would not feel so lonely.

  "I will think about it carefully." The Moon Emperor lowered his head, and before he knew it, the imperial study was empty except for him sitting alone in the golden dragon chair, his brow furrowed.

  It was really hard when it came time to make a choice.

  At this moment, Emperor Yu could somewhat understand the hesitation and heaviness of Empress Dowager at that time.

  He, what can he do to both protect Baili Zhongyun's integrity and live up to Ning'er's spirit in heaven.

  National Day worship, countless times of thinking, ultimately did not come true.

  As soon as he mentioned it slightly in the court, he got a unanimous opposition from all officials, which is hateful and infuriating.

  "Xiao Yue'er, your movements are so slow." Bai Li Chen Yun chuckled and took Xiao Leng Yue's small hand, looking at her who was staring at him without blinking, and asked puzzled: "Xiao Yue'er, is there a flower on my face?"

  If not, how could his eyes be so strange?

  "No." With a cold glance, Leng Xue said irritably, "Wearing a mask and saying I have flowers on my face, I don't have X-ray vision." She glared at him fiercely for a few moments, but didn't shake off his hand, her icy hand tightly grasped in his warm palm, feeling warm and comfortable.

  "Haha, why is Xiao Yue staring at me? Hehe, she must be captivated by my handsome appearance that makes everyone love me and flowers bloom. " The rascal leaned his head lightly on Leng Ziyue's shoulder, coquettishly saying so. Although Leng Ziyue was not short, with a standard height of 165cm, Bai Lixuan was at least 180cm tall, and leaning against her shoulder at an angle made him look somewhat comical.

  All the way, passing through the imperial garden, they saw that the palace maids of the two of them ran very quickly, from time to time turning their heads to glance at them a few times, covering their mouths and giggling secretly.

  "Baili Chenyuan, be serious for once." With a dark face, Leng Xueyu really wanted to slap him, she shouldn't have agreed to this in the first place.

  She had a feeling of being on a pirate ship, her whole body was cool and refreshing.

  "I'm very serious, why did Xiaoyue come to the palace? Let me tell you a secret!" With an air of mystery, Baili Chuanxin stretched out one finger, perfectly capturing the rogue's style.

  "Do you think I would let the Empress Dowager off so easily?" A flash of icy cold smile flickered across her watery eyes, gone in an instant. Cold Zhenyue murmured: "How many faces do you have that I don't know about? The you from just now and the you now are completely different in style, seemingly contradictory yet strangely captivating."

  "What about you, Xiao Yue? Which one do you like better?" Blinking his big eyes, Bai Li Chen Yun asked seriously, he himself wasn't even sure what kind of person he was.

  However, he was happy to let Leng Ziyue discover it bit by bit.

  "Not a single one is likable." With a flick of his large hand, Leng Xue's toes lightly tapped, her red dress fluttering as she darted between the pavilions and buildings like a swift swallow.

  "Ah, Xiaoyue, you must have one that you like, how can you not like any of them? I will definitely catch up with you." Baili Chenyuan shouted loudly as he followed behind.

  Wherever she goes, he follows one beat behind.

  "Wait until you catch me." A while later, Leng Ziyue clearly felt a bit strained. That guy's lightness skill had reached a terrifying level.

  Following Murong's old man to learn qinggong, he praised her as a genius. In just over a month, her qinggong was already top-notch, and no one had made progress as fast as hers.

  "Xiao Yue'er, I've caught you." A long arm stretched out and Leng Zhiyue fell into his warm embrace, her chin resting on his shoulder. "From now on, when using lightness skill, don't get distracted or lose focus."

  "It doesn't count, let's start again." How can you take advantage of someone's misfortune?

  "Xiao Yue'er, Leng Yinling was carried into the Yongshou Palace by the Empress Dowager after fainting." Baili Chenyuan held Leng Ziyue as if a red cloud floated in the sky, beautiful and unparalleled.

  Leng Xueyu smiled and said, "Since the Empress Dowager has made a move, Princess Zijin won't be idle either. Let them mother and daughter fight it out, I'll investigate what happened thirteen years ago."

  If the cause of Ben's mother's death is related to Leng Zheng, she will not show mercy.

  A gentle and indulgent smile, Baili Chunyue clenched his fists tightly, the one in his arms was the most precious person in the world.

  Digression

  Mumu da, it's even later now, wu wu~~~~~~~~~