Chapter 306: Chapter 123 Birthday Gift_2
A thin sheet of paper, like a light leaf, flew into the fla of an oil lamp and instantly turned to ash.
"Do you really not intend to hand it over to the Court of Judicial Review?" he proposed again.
Lu Tong’s heart, which had just relaxed a bit, imdiately tightened again as she said coldly, "No."
"I don’t want to hear their insincere apologies."
The justice achievable under the current laws was just too trivial. Capital punishnt could be commuted to a lesser sentence, and lesser sentences could gradually beco acquittals. Even if the truth ca out, Lu Tong did not believe that the Grand Preceptor’s Mansion would let Qi Yutai pay with his life for a life taken. At most, he would receive so superficial punishnt, compensate her with so money, and perhaps even pretend to weep and show sincere repentance in front of her door.
Truly disgusting.
Pei Yunng watched her thoughtfully.
Lu Tong stood amidst the ss, her dress stained with mud, and her hair braid had beco disheveled during their previous argunt, so she simply removed the silk ribbon and let her jet-black hair cascade down, making her shoulders look even more fragile.
A frail woman, challenging the son of the high and mighty Grand Preceptor in the Imperial City, was like an epheral mayfly shaking a mighty tree, or a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
But Lu Tong was not as weak as she seed on the surface. Many had died by her hand, just like earlier in the room when she whispered close and looked at him with intelligent, autumnal eyes. Had it not been for his instinctive sense of danger in that mont that made him draw his sword, it was uncertain whether he would now be a fresh mound of soil under that plum tree.
He was fully convinced that his na, "Pei Yunng," appeared on that piece of paper because if he ever obstructed her path of vengeance, he would beco her next enemy. Just as she had silently done away with Liu Kun, Fan Zhenglian, and Ke Chengxing.
She was by no ans a weakling.
Pei Yunng suddenly said, "Miss Lu San."
This address made Lu Tong start, "What?"
"Tonight, I was not here, and you did not see ," he averted his gaze looking out the window, his tone seemingly laced with a warning, "In the future, I will not shield you."
This was to set clear boundaries, an indication that if her quest for revenge backfired, Pei Yunng would not turn a blind eye for the sake of past relations.
Lu Tong smiled faintly, "I am already very grateful that the Marshal would take such a step back."
She wasn’t lying with that comnt.
She had thought that tonight, either she or Pei Yunng would surely die—no, perhaps both. But this way, when Yin Zheng sobered up from the drink tomorrow and walked into the room to witness this New Year’s tragedy, she would likely faint from shock. And Renxin dical Hall, which Du Changqing had struggled so hard to rebuild, would probably suffer a terrible decline, burdened with the reputation of a murderous house.
Contemplating these scattered thoughts, she found herself absurd to the point of laughing briefly.
The stray fireworks outside lit up her face, and her smile actually seed quite captivating.
Pei Yunng also saw that smile.
He gazed at her deeply for a mont, "You..." he began, seemingly wanting to say sothing, but then he changed his mind. Finally lowering his gaze, his tone was ambiguous, "Forget it, just do as you see fit."
Lu Tong turned back around, and saw that he had sheathed his sword and walked out the door.
Lu Tong was startled for a mont and then, looking down, suddenly noticed that she was still clutching the silk handkerchief Pei Yunng had given her. The silver eagle on it was crumpled into a ball, and blood had dyed the eagle’s wings red, spreading like blooms.
Just as she was about to call out to Pei Yunng to return the handkerchief, the person who had just walked into the courtyard paused as if he had rembered sothing, turned, and walked back.
Lu Tong instinctively tightened her grip on the poison powder hidden in her sleeve.
Maybe in the short walk, Pei Yunng had reconsidered; n’s hearts were as inscrutable as the ocean’s depths, the compassion of the powerful could not be trusted, nothing was more important than his own prospects.
If he ca closer, she would blind him with the poison while he was off guard and then kill him.
Pei Yunng ca to a halt in front of her.
Lu Tong was on alert.
The purple-red robe he wore took on a lustrous shine in the bright, colorful glares from outside the window, and his eyes sparkled with a deep, unfathomable light as he watched her silently.
After a mont, he took out a small wooden box from his bosom and placed it on the table.
The box, only as long as a palm and exquisitely detailed, had a beautifully carved longevity figure on the lid.
Lu Tong didn’t understand what it was and looked up at him hesitantly.
Pei Yunng massaged his forehead, reminding her, "Midnight has passed; it’s New Year’s Day."
Lu Tong was sowhat bewildered, not understanding what he ant.
Pei Yunng observed her for a while, exhaled a sigh as if he had finally co to terms with the fact she indeed hadn’t rembered, and tossed the wooden box into her arms—suddenly laughing.
"It’s New Year’s Day," he emphasized once more, "Miss Lu San, a birthday present."
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