Chapter 482: Chapter 207: A Sword from the West! (Subscription Request)
By the dim pondside, only one lantern was hanging at the back of the pavilion.
The orange candlelight filtered through the thin paper of the lantern onto Zhao Ruixiang’s face, but was obscured by his brow bone, making his entire face appear quite sinister.
Especially with his head turning straight from front to back, and the two sharp teeth baring from the corners of his mouth, it made his figure look terrifyingly like an evil ghost.
Wen Renying dared not move, not a single bit.
A demon capable of evading the millennia-old array of the Imperial City must possess a bloodline divine ability far beyond what she, a re nine-tailed demon fox, could handle.
In an instant, the surroundings of the pond were terrifyingly silent, so quiet that Wen Renying could hear her own slow heartbeat.
Zhou Tiance followed Zhao Ruixiang’s gaze, his previously upright body slouched again, his cold deanor transford into a kindly smile, and he spoke:
“Yuan Er, it’s late, why aren’t you resting?”
“Tomorrow many court ministers will co to the residence, and they will need you, the head of the Zhou Family, to host them.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yuan erged from the shadows beyond the grey-tiled white-walled corridor in the backyard, his silver-white long hair casually draped over his shoulders.
He gazed at the two people in the pavilion, two faint blue gleams shimring in his black pupils, his hand already pressing on the hilt of the knife at his waist, and calmly asked:
“Great-grandpa, may I know who this gentleman is?”
Zhao Ruixiang was startled, his front chest, facing backward, instantly flipped around, coughed, and spoke leisurely:
“Ah, so it is the new Duke Jingye, I thought the Zhou Residence had been robbed.”
“Hehe, I’m getting old, always suspicious, I hope you’ll forgive , Marquis Jingye.”
Zhou Tiance secretly frowned, hesitated, and said: “He’s the current Minister of Rites, Zhao Ruixiang, you may call him Uncle Zhao.”
Zhao Ruixiang, hearing this, nodded with a smile, but didn’t speak, his eyes squinting and fixed on Chen Yuan.
Chen Yuan looked at both of them, remained silent for a mont, withdrew his hand from the blade, and calmly bowed:
“I didn’t realize Lord Zhao was present, please forgive .”
Zhao Ruixiang’s smile grew wider: “That’s right, the Old Marquis said it best, it’s more intimate if you call ‘Uncle Zhao’.”
Chen Yuan paused, bowed again: “Uncle Zhao.”
“Ah,” Zhao Ruixiang responded, turned to look at Zhou Tiance, his gaze subtly indicating for him to put away the dicine bottle in his hand, and said with a smile:
“The Old Marquis has worthy successors, congratulations.”
“I heard that tomorrow the whole Kyoto Prefecture will be present, I bet it’ll be lively.”
Zhou Tiance, with no change in deanor, flipped his hand, hunched his body, coughed: “The Zhou Residence hasn’t been so lively in a long ti, you should co early tomorrow.”
“Absolutely.”
Then, Zhao Ruixiang looked up at the dark night sky, said: “It’s late, I should head back.”
“Spring has just begun, and the Kyoto Prefecture gets quite rainy, I hope tomorrow will be good weather.”
Saying this, Zhao Ruixiang gestured to Zhou Tiance, then took his leave with Chen Yuan, still departing through the courtyard’s back door.
Seeing him leave, Wen Renying secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
That was terrifying for a mont—thankfully, it was Chen Yuan he discovered…
Eh?
Tomorrow the Zhou Residence is hosting guests, because the gentleman’s brother succeeded as Duke Jingye?
Later, she’ll have to find a way to contact the gentleman~
Silence for a mont.
Zhou Tiance looked at the silent Chen Yuan, coughed: “Yuan Er, best go back and rest early.”
Chen Yuan nodded slightly, but his feet remained firmly planted without moving.
“Great-grandpa, you haven’t told yet, the true identity of this ‘Uncle Zhao’.”
Zhou Tiance was taken aback, his wax-yellow aged face hidden in shadow suddenly looked much more unpleasant.
“You heard everything?”
“Yes, grandson heard him call you ‘Tianshu’!” Chen Yuan calmly asked:
“Great-grandpa, he is a demon of the Demon Court, isn’t he?”
Hearing this, Zhou Tiance pursed his lips slightly, his hunched body straightened a bit, slowly calming his turbulent thoughts.
“Yes, it is indeed a demon of the Demon Court and one of its pillars—’Black Impermanence’ Liao Ai.”
Chen Yuan squinted his eyes, a hint of killing intent quietly vanished, his tone growing colder as he said:
“Great-grandpa, now that I have succeeded as Duke Jingye, do you also wish to see follow in your footsteps?”
Zhou Tiance gently shook his head:
“Yuan Er, grandpa promised you, whether it is the Devoted Army or ‘Hidden Dragon’, you shall command them in the future.”
“Then, could you please tell grandson the purpose of it coming alone to the Kyoto Prefecture?”
Chen Yuan looked directly at him and said: “You should know how terrifying a Great Demon King replacing a court minister is!”
Zhou Tiance paused for a mont, then shook his head: “I do not know.”
“Truly not know?”
“I do not!” Zhou Tiance suddenly sighed:
“From the mont I joined the Demon Court, willingly becoming a pawn of the Fengyue Demon Emperor, I have been beyond my control.”
“This ti ‘Black Impermanence’ has co, previously I didn’t know, nor did I know it would hide within Zhao Ruixiang.”
“As for its purpose…”
Chen Yuan raised his hand to interrupt: “That’s enough.”
“Great-grandpa, grandson hopes you can sever all ties with them!”
“Otherwise, even if I inherit the Marquis position, the Zhou Family will still be dood to endless calamity!”
Upon hearing this, Zhou Tiance’s stooped posture seed lower, his body more hunched, nodding forlornly.
“Yuan Er is right, shortly I will sever all ties with the north…”
Chen Yuan looked at him deeply, coldly said: “I hope great-grandpa will follow through!”
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and walked out of the backyard corridor, his steps precisely asured as he gradually departed.
Zhou Tiance was left alone, gazing into the darkness beyond the corridor.
Standing still for a long ti.
He then sat back at the stone table, his expression sowhat complicated—both gratified and sowhat desolate.
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