256 Jun Mo Xie’s prepares for the troubles ahead; Tang Yuan’s lofty Ideals. (1/2)

”It's not a problem,” His Majesty's eyes were deep in contemplation. He smiled and said, ”Little Ling is my daughter. I would destroy the entire Family of anyone who tries to harm her. Anyone who has the guts can try!”

Mr. Wen sighed with gloom. [Some people have already shown that they aren't afraid. And you were incapable of destroying their families. Would it save your daughter if you exterminated the culprit's entire family after they kill the Princess?]

[It seems that His Majesty is determined to walk this path.]

The auction had come to an end. The Princes had already done their best to ruin it. A few people weren't happy because of it; Yang Mo was one of them. However, most people were happy and satisfied, and had started to leave.

The Young Master Jun almost laughed as he watched General Dugu flee from the scene with ghostly agility; his son followed after him like a wisp of smoke. Dugu Xiao Yi had stayed behind, and was making her way upstairs.

”Tang Yuan and Song Shang are to come here once things are done. I've something that needs to be arranged.” Jun Mo Xie seemed very serious. This was only an auction. However, Jun Mo Xie was secretly thinking, [What's wrong? This can't be a trivial matter?]

One tiny butterfly is capable of causing a ripple. So what if something was to go wrong with the Aristocratic Hall's arrangements at such a crucial time? It could easily turn the entire world upside down.

”Third Uncle, you must go outside in order to make some arrangements. We need our staff to pay attention to every family departing from here. They must take special note of who these families come in contact with. Then, our staff must retreat. They mustn't leave any clues behind. Everyone should quickly gather all the information they can. I believe that every powerful family in the Tian Xiang City is here. And this is a great chance to determine their real strength and connections. This will make their influence very clear. You will need to make the arrangements properly Uncle. There can be no mistake.”

”I understand. I will act very carefully.” Jun Wu Yi's face was somewhat serious as he nodded.

”At present only four people know that I'm behind all this – Tang Yuan, Third Uncle, Song Shang and the Prince Equivalent. Uncle is not a problem. Tang Yuan and Song Shang will be fine once I give them their instructions. Solitary Eagle may have a rough idea, but he won't be an issue…” Jun Mo Xie's mind was busy making his calculations, but he wasn't exactly speaking his thoughts out loud. He looked around and his eyes finally settled on Yang Mo. An idea came to him. ”Yang Mo, I'm going to write something down. I want you to give this to your father once you return home. You cannot let anyone else see it.”

Yang Mo dejectedly promised in response.

”Oh, and there's Hai Chen Feng. But then he's a Sky Xuan expert…” Jun Mo Xie didn't have the time to pay attention to Yang Mo's saddened state since he was busy contemplating the loop holes in his plan.

One needs to prepare for the troubles ahead if one wishes to maintain a position of invincibility.

There were many people at the scene. And Jun Mo Xie could constant feel as if someone was looking at him. Suddenly, his eyes fell on the two black robed men standing behind Princess Ling Meng, and a sense of great crisis arose in his heart.

The auction had already come to an end, and the guests were beginning to leave. The Three Princes had already left. In fact, the Third Prince was the first to leave since he was impatient to show his father what a dutiful son he was. However, the Princess was still quietly sitting her chair. The Princess had never liked the way in which her three elder brothers were fighting for the title of the Emperor. In fact, she would've never come to witness this event if it hadn't been for her father's idea.

[These men are my Elder Brother, and he is my Father. Why aren't they close to each other? Why… why…]

Princess Ling Meng suddenly felt that she was very lonely and helpless. She would usually look to Dugu Xiao Yi or her other friends for support. However, she really needed a strong and unyielding shoulder to rely on… [When will I find such a person?]

Princess Ling Meng had always been a cheerful beauty. However, she couldn't help but feel miserable at this moment. She couldn't help but reach out to those four throwing knives. It seemed as if the knifes belonging to that mysterious man were the only things that could console her. She felt as if these cold blades harbored the warmth of that man's body…

The two black-robed men had left a while ago. In fact, Mr. Wen and the Emperor had left long before the rest of the crowd. Naturally, the Princess had no right to intervene in their whereabouts.

The Princess's maid knew that she hadn't left the palace in a very long time. However, the Princess had finally gotten a chance to step outside the palace. Hence, the maid stood beside her and patiently watched the crowd disperse. The hall started to empty gradually; in fact, it became unusually empty. Soon, the mesmerizing fragrance of the flowers started to replace the intoxicating smell of the wine. The hall started to seem elegant once again as the scent of the other people also started to whiff away from it.

The Illumination of the hall seemed to be unlocking one's secrets.

Music was still playing. Its suave tune seemed to be recounting the sorrows of the previous generations; millenniums of desolation…

Princess Ling Meng sat quietly as she calmly listened to it. The music seemed to have made her figure even more fragile and desolate…

The Young Master Jun had already arranged for some people to escort Yang Mo back to his mansion. The young boy had gone through a lot today, and had suffered some very heavy blows. He had come here in high spirits in the hope of enjoying himself. However, he had returned with a plethora of mental scars. For a boy of ten — this was undoubtedly a very cruel thing.

However, the Young Master Jun hadn't tried to coax him; let along figure out ways to make him happy again.

A sword needs to be sharpened. Plum blossoms need the winter to flourish. No one can reach the top unless they ”steel” themselves.

A child's growth is always relied on his own effort. This humiliation had sown a seed in his naïve and delicate mind. He had obviously suffered a great deal today. However, this humiliation would inevitably lead to his real growth. Enduring this matter would be his greatest wealth in the time to come… no matter what the future held for him.