The bright moon moves slowly in the cloud shadows, sometimes shedding silver light to the ground, and sometimes being hazy and vague. The wild flowers on the grassland, in the quietness, emit a warm fragrance that intoxicates people's hearts.

  The warmth and fragrance penetrate deep into one's soul, under the gentle caress of the moonlight, evoking a sense of serene tranquility.

  Morning 'dew' sniffed this refreshing fragrance, but felt nothing, her 'chest' gas blood 'surge', both hands grasped the curtain, allowing the thick fabric in her hand to be torn apart silently, the serenity of the world seemed to have nothing to do with her, only that one rich male voice continued in the darkness, like a thunderclap ---- That was the inevitable fate and truth!

  "I may not have killed him, but he died because of me... Yuan Xu believed the rumors and slander from others, and actually had the heart to do such a cruel thing..."

  Hulu sighed deeply, his voice full of bitter and unshakeable sorrow.

  "There is a gap between people's hearts, and only when there is a gap can outsiders intervene. Lin Chen was full of momentum at the time, vowing to unify the world, but this bravery has always been seen by the scholars of the Central Plains as the source of wild ambition and rebellion. In this way, three people become tigers, and under the overwhelming criticism, she hesitated to return to the capital. The emperor's heart would naturally give rise to suspicion. Therefore, Your Majesty does not need to be so sentimental."

  The strategist also sighed, but still comforted with clever words.

  He only heard Hu Lu say: "I understand this principle too, it's just that over the years, day and night, I've been unable to forget...".

  His voice was full of regret, as if he had recalled the peerless elegance that was like a celestial being on the city wall many years ago.

  "When I first met her, she was only thirteen years old, and yet she was so beautiful that it took my breath away... That scene is forever etched in my memory..."

  The strategist saw him even more depressed and said: "Khan doesn't have to be like this, the crime of this matter is now the Empress Dowager, and that one..."

  He didn't finish speaking, and suddenly heard a loud shout of anger ----

  "Who is it?!"

  A gleam of faint light, cold and cruel yet overbearing, brings out the sound of wind and thunder in the fragrance of flowers on a quiet night, piercing through the curtains in an instant, rushing straight away. (Updated fastest at 1:06 AM).

  Morning 'dew' in the midst of chaos, she suddenly trembled, like a snow lotus petal flying from the edge of the sky, swaying with the wind. The murderous aura in the sword was overwhelming, rolling in from all directions, cutting off a piece of her sleeve. A cold light flashed, and it was her long sword that broke through the air, barely avoiding injury to her tendons.

  That long sword was like a meteor, its beauty was mesmerizing and eerie. In Chen's eyes, the light was chaotic and disorderly. The moves he used were completely different from his usual ones. As the sword energy ebbed and flowed, it seemed to shatter the very fabric of heaven and earth.

  What a chilling and ferocious killing intent!!

  He slightly startled in his heart, the curved knife in his hand had returned to being strict and stable, dense like a heavenly curtain, water couldn't penetrate.

  The black-clad man didn't seem to be affected at all, and amidst the flashing sword light, there was a faintly discernible burst of eerie splendor. The white blade swept across, its movement strange and slow, yet impossible to dodge. Suddenly, a muffled hum was heard, and his arm had already suffered a serious injury.

  At this time, a loud noise erupted outside the account, and the killing in this interval was only for a few moments. The guards outside had already been startled.

  He hastily pressed the 'hole' to stop the bleeding, and with a cold gaze, he saw that the black-clothed man, who had been stirred up by the commotion, had slightly reined in the frenzy in his eyes, but the mournful and intense aura about him only grew more pronounced.

  How could there be such a suffocating feeling...... He secretly wondered, and in his 'chest', a ridiculous and faint sense of familiarity surged up.

  Who is this?

  The man in black muttered to himself, sheathing his sword. Suddenly, he saw the icy resentment and venom that couldn't be concealed in her eyes, and he involuntarily shivered with a chill.

  The next moment, that strong and cold power suddenly disappeared ---- the man in black sprang up, like a flying bird, his lightness had already reached the state of being out of this world.

  He was still shaken and tore off his sleeve to wrap around his bloody arm, with a mind full of doubts but unable to utter a word.

  Yuan Qi read several memorials under the lamp and then read "A New Account of the Tales of the World", but still showed no signs of fatigue.

  It's been more than two hours since Ling left, and at first he was furious. But after some thought, he suddenly realized that she must have gone to scout out the enemy camp...

  He was anxious and resentful, but had no way to do anything. At this time, under the lamp, he worried about her safety, his heart surged, and he couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

  Outside the tent, a rustling sound swept by, producing a mournful and cold music. A faint golden sword sound was heard outside the tent, clear and crisp. The emperor, unable to sleep, became curious and slipped out of the tent alone to investigate.

  As soon as he came out of the tent, he saw the bright moon shining brightly, with silver light like weaving, illuminating the riverbank outside the tent, making every detail visible. Each pebble was covered with a layer of hazy and lustrous micro-light.

  There is a figure standing alone on the shore, frail and weak in the bright moonlight, as if it might dissolve into a pool of clear shadow at any moment.

  That familiar figure made him secretly startled, his feet quickened, and he ran to the front in three or two steps, but was stunned by the scene in front of him.

  In those eyes, which were normally clear and untroubled, there was a riot of cold light, like crystal ice jade, beautiful but with an inhumanly transparent and bewitching quality.

  Her emotions, like boundless magma, were tightly sealed on that side. Once they broke free, they would turn into a malevolent spirit, Shura.

  "What's wrong?!"

  Yuan Qi walked closer and asked.

  The young woman bit her lip tightly until fresh blood oozed out, still seemingly unaware.

  Bright red bloodstains, dripping onto the cobblestones, white ones more crystalline, red ones more gorgeous.

  "What's going on?!"

  Yuan Qixin vaguely felt something was off in his heart, he shook Chen Lu's shoulder vigorously.

  "Speak out!!"