819 Singing to the Moon and Waiting (1/2)

Ning Que had stayed in the City of Wei for many years, and naturally knew the importance of the Xiangwan Plain.

This war in the mortal world had to be split into two levels. The Academy against the Drunkard, the Butcher, the Sword Sage, Liu Bai, and the other sublime beings hidden in the world. The Tang cavalry would take care of the rest of the enemies.

The Tang Empire cavalry was still the most powerful in the world. As long as they acclimated to the situation on the battleground, they could kill cultivators within the Five States. The situation that had happened before the Verdant Canyon would be impossible to replicate because there would not be another Academy in this world. And no one would be able to find someone like those at the back of the Academy's mountain.

If the Tang Empire really acquiesced to the West-Hill Divine Palace's conditions and gave up the Xiangwan Plain to the Golden Palace, it would mean breaking their own limbs. They would be giving up their greatest weapon.

Ning Que would not agree to this condition under any circumstances. However, he knew the key point of this negotiation with the West-Hill Divine Palace, and the appearance of the Drunkard in Chang'an was truly about the Xiangwan Plain.

The Night Hall was silent. Everyone, including the Empress, was waiting for him to make his stand. The Academy's stand in this situation was the Tang Empire's stand.

Ning Que stood up and looked at the officials, then said, ”Negotiate with them first and let me think about it again.”

Since this matter was one of a national scale, there wouldn't be a single person who could make a decision in such a short period of time.

That night, Ning Que returned to the house at Yanming Lake. However, he did not look for Ye Hongyu.

Dawn approached, along with the sounds of roosters crowing. Dog barks and chicken squawking filled the streets. Hot steam escaped from the seams of the Bun Shop which had yet to open. The morning breeze blew the steam onto the streets, wetting the green stone floors.

A new day had come.

The imperial court continued negotiating with the West-Hill Divine Palace's diplomatic corps. According to news from the palace, the Divine Hall seemed oddly insistent, unlike the previous days. They refused to make any concessions on regards to ceding the Xiangwan Plain.

Ning Que knew why the Divine Hall was acting so. He waved his hand, signaling for the Imperial Center Administration official to leave. He woke up, drank a bowl of porridge and arrived at the plum garden. He opened the doors and entered.

Ye Hongyu liked to bathe in the morning because she liked to spend the day refreshed.

She had just showered when Ning Que entered her room.

Damp black hair hung on her naked shoulders, the tips dripping with water, covering her chest nicely.

Ye Hongyu glanced at him, then walked up to the mirror and started combing her hair. She asked, ”Have you decided?”

As she combed, her black hair was moved from the front to the back and everything could be seen clearly in the mirror.

Ning Que asked, ”Decided on what?”

Ye Hongyu said, ”On signing.”

Ning Que shook his head.

Ye Hongyu saw him shaking his head in the mirror, and her hand holding the comb froze. She said, ”I thought you had already decided and were unhappy, having come to rape me in return.”

Ning Que said, ”Even though you're really beautiful.”

Ye Hongyu said, ”Even thinking about it is distasteful.”

Ning Que said, ”At least I never thought of it.”

Ye Hongyu replied, ”I'm not wearing any clothes, and you are staring at me. Then, what are you thinking about?”

Ning Que replied, ”This is my home. Furthermore, I've already seen you naked in the Wilderness swamp.”

Ye Hongyu asked calmly, ”I've never asked you, did I look good?”

Ning Que thought about it and said, ”Your body is indeed mesmerizing, but once I think of your Divine Robe of Judgement and those threads under your skin, I become disinterested.”

Ye Hongyu rose and put on her blood-colored Divine Robe of Judgement. Then, she faced the mirror and started drawing her brows.

The Divine Robe of Judgement combined auras that were both holy and cruel. It laid over a delicate body that was like white jade, and it grew even more enchanting, especially since Ning Que knew that she wore nothing under the robe.

She was not wearing the skirts of maidservants, because she was now the Great Divine Priest of Judgment.

”The Tang Empire cannot possibly keep the Xiangwan Plain. The Divine Hall can make concessions except for the Xiangwan Plain. Otherwise, this war against the Tang Empire would be pointless.”