Chapter 802: Chapter 483
“Hey… are you… are you alright?”
Dugu Chanyi suddenly called softly.
The young Confucian scholar on the stone bench regained his senses and turned his head to look.
During the ti he was in a daze, the supre Empress Dowager of Great Li surprisingly did not seize the opportunity to escape.
She was standing at the edge of the pavilion, wearing a snow-white robe of unknown origin, resembling a warm bathrobe. Her slender hands were wrapped around her chest, covering her tall, delicate figure, and she looked at him with a slightly complex expression.
The young scholar raised his hand and rubbed his thin face covered with twisted blood marks, then lowered his eyes to glance at his bloodstained fingers and the soon-to-scab wound on his arm.
He shook his head gently, lowered his arm, and smiled at the Empress Dowager of Great Li.
When Dugu Chanyi caught his gaze, she imdiately averted her eyes, looking at the fog below the pavilion steps.
She pressed her lips together, her hands instinctively tightened around the anciently nad snow robe on her delicate figure.
Just now, Zhao Rong suddenly untied her ropes, threw her to the ground, and walked to the stone bench in the center of the pavilion.
He seed like a completely different person.
His behavior was extrely bizarre.
After escaping, Dugu Chanyi watched the perplexing scholar in the center of the pavilion as he alternately rubbed his face with both hands until it was full of bloody scratches.
He then clutched his head and pulled his hair, his body twitching.
At another mont, he leaned back, his long body slouched with his elbows propping against the stone table behind him, head tilted back, dirt-streaked face breaking into a silent, radiant smile.
Dugu Chanyi watched in bewildernt, curious about the words whispered from his mouth, but ultimately didn’t approach. Seizing his distraction, she hurried to a nearby place outside the pavilion to retrieve her Suru Object and defensive magical treasures.
However, against all reason, the formally most esteed widow of Great Li didn’t imdiately escape but later hesitated with her lotus steps and returned.
Her gaze at the figure in the pavilion was sowhat complex…
At this mont, Dugu Chanyi pursed her lips and murmured to herself:
Hmph, earlier I was careless, my defensive magical treasures were not with , so I let a minor Fu Yao Realm practitioner get close. Now that I have the Liji Feather Robe, even if he advanced two realms, he wouldn’t touch a hair on this mourning widow…
Zhao Rong’s gaze lingered on the snow-white robe draped over Dugu Chanyi.
The material of this robe was unknown, purer than snow, spotless, and under the sunlight from outside the pavilion, it faintly showed mysterious lights flickering away.
It appeared extraordinarily impressive.
He studied Dugu Chanyi’s expression for a while, suddenly speaking:
“Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty.”
“Who’s concerned about you? This mourning widow fears you’ll suddenly die here, dirtying my floor.”
Zhao Rong chuckled, not bothering to expose her stubbornness.
Dugu Chanyi suddenly turned her face, pursed her lips, and stared into his eyes, saying: “Zhao Ziyu, what you did to this mourning widow just now… those offenses, I rember them, don’t think you can smooth this over.”
“If not for the imminent Fengchan Ceremony, this mourning widow would certainly hold you accountable.”
The absolutely beautiful widow couldn’t help but tremble with rage, gritting her teeth as she said: “You… how could you commit such shaless and indecent acts, the scholars of Linlu Academy are truly disappointing…”
Suddenly startled at this point, she took a step back.
Because the young Confucian scholar with a face full of bloodstains suddenly rose and stepped forward, swaying slightly.
“Wh-what do you want? Don’t co over!”
Zhao Rong looked sowhat weary, but his spirit seed exceptionally high, even at its peak in recent days.
He moved towards Dugu Chanyi at the edge of the pavilion, turning to glance at the blue sky outside, and took a deep breath.
“Seeing Heart and Understanding Nature…”
The young scholar murmured softly.
At this mont, his mind was extraordinarily clear.
Like a sea-swallow cleansed by a storm.
And not far away, Dugu Chanyi felt a similar sensation at this mont.
Her beautiful eyes blinked, and within her view, that young scholar approaching step by step, although staggering, gave her a completely different feeling.
The Empress Dowager of Great Li couldn’t help but take a step back.
Yet in the next second, she pursed her delicate lips, as though feeling her own reaction was a bit absurd. Draped in the Liji Feather Robe, she gave a cold snort, stepped forward, and glared at him.
“Hmph, do you think this mourning widow is as easy to bully as just now?”
Zhao Rong shook his head, not answering.
He reached her side, observing the response of this noble lady, and smiled.
“What happened earlier was indeed done by , in a state of clear consciousness, and it was indeed quite offensive, I took great advantage of you, Your Majesty… of this, I harbor no denial whatsoever.”
“You!”
Zhao Rong interrupted Dugu Chanyi’s words and said: “Your Majesty, please hear out first.”
He pointed with his left hand to the bite-mark wound on his right arm, speaking earnestly: “Your Majesty bit quite rcilessly just now, how about… we call it even? Next ti we et, let things revert to their original state.”
Dugu Chanyi spat twice, parting her lips in annoyance: “Who cares about biting you, this mourning widow just wants to rinse my mouth now.”
Zhao Rong nodded, continuing to speak:
“Well of course, this is rely my suggestion, if Your Majesty feels it’s insufficient and wants to make trouble for , I have nothing to say, just take it as it cos. But, indeed, there’s a but, regarding the Fengchan Ceremony, I advise Your Majesty not to think of leveraging this to pressure into ‘helping’.”
Dugu Chanyi’s furious expression suddenly restrained, squinting at the composed scholar before her.
Zhao Rong smiled.
He sighed, with a face full of sincerity, saying: “Well, although I, Zhao Ziyu, am lecherous, I always act with integrity, fairness, and impartiality, never taking sides. Your Majesty can inquire about Zhao’s reputation, everyone speaks well of .”
“???”
Dugu Chanyi couldn’t help but spit inwardly: Bah, is this what you call fairness and impartiality without taking sides? You’re just swaying like a fence-sitter… utterly despicable.
Zhao Rong nodded, “Hmm, Your Majesty hasn’t said anything, so that’s tacit consent, which is excellent.”
He glanced once more, suddenly saying:
“By the way, I ca here for two more things.”
“What things?”
Zhao Rong extended his hand, taking out a history book and returned it to Dugu Chanyi.
The latter was montarily stunned.
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PS: A bit short, I’ve run out for now, goodnight everyone.
481 has ascended through tribulation, will return to the Human World in a few days, do not miss ~ (If you really want to et, cough cough…)
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Zhao Rong interrupted Dugu Chanyi’s words and said: “Your Majesty, please hear out first.”
He pointed with his left hand to the bite-mark wound on his right arm, speaking earnestly: “Your Majesty bit quite rcilessly just now, how about… we call it even? Next ti we et, let things revert to their original state.”
If Your Majesty feels it’s insufficient and wants to make trouble for , I have nothing to say, just take it as it cos. But, indeed, there’s a but, regarding the Fengchan Ceremony, I advise Your Majesty not to think of leveraging this to pressure into ‘helping’.”
Dugu Chanyi’s furious expression suddenly restrained, squinting at the composed scholar before her.
Zhao Rong smiled.
He sighed, with a face full of sincerity, saying: “Well, although I, Zhao Ziyu, am lecherous, I always act with integrity, fairness, and impartiality, never taking sides. Your Majesty can inquire about Zhao’s reputation, everyone speaks well of .”
“???”
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