Chapter 230 (1/2)
The young men encircling the sedan chair all wore short white robes, likely Moran Hall* disciples. They were all expressionless, or stern as one could say, making others not dare to approach. [T/N: (State Teacher) Gong Moran’s school/sect]
The sedan chair was covered with white silk and satin, and was decorated with an enormous night pearl on top, richly displaying brilliant lights and vibrant colors. The four corners of the palanquin were all studded with rubies, and long tassels hung from each corner. The curtain in front of the luxurious palanquin was a layer of white gauze that blocked people from peering inside, leaving only a vague figure visible to the naked eye.
Sure enough, white is the color that pretenders love. And this state teacher is just like a goblin, letting you see a little of his shadow while not showing his true face, making people more curious.
As the procession approached, the surrounding people bowed even more respectfully with their heads lowered, their faces full of awe and veneration.
Nan Xun clicked her tongue in her mind. This must be what a king’s procession looks like.
This eight-bearer sedan chair was also extremely luxurious. Don’t know what Nanyun Kingdom was like, but in the other three kingdoms, only the king of the country was qualified to ride on an eight-bearer sedan chair. If other people rode on one, then it would be a crime worthy of exterminating the whole clan!
The monarch of Nanyun Kingdom had obviously heard about the grand procession of the State Teacher, however, judging from the expressions of the people, it seemed like this scene was very normal.
A gust of wind blew by, raising the white veil.
Nan Xun immediately stared through the gap with wide eyes, and she saw a man’s two thin, rosy lips!
They were furled lightly, forming a straight line, seeming like there wasn’t any warmth within them. She wondered if it was his indifference from standing aloof from worldly strife, or if it was his unfeeling heart that considered everyone beneath his notice.
With just a glance, Nan Xun could already imagine how extraordinary the man was.
The state teacher wasn’t old. Rather, he looked really young.
“Little Eight, how old is the state teacher?” Nan Xun asked Little Eight.
Little Eight said mysteriously, “This ah, grandpa won’t tell, afraid that it will scare you.”
Nan Xun: …
Little Eight didn’t tell her so there were two possibilities. One was that the state teacher was incredibly young. The other was that the State Teacher was… inconceivably old.
Nan Xun decisively believed that it would be best not to know.
The pompous procession finally arrived at Nan Xun’s side.
At this moment, the figure inside the white gauze curtain seemed to move slightly, and the speed of the entire procession gradually slowed down.
Don’t know if it was an illusion or not, but Nan Xun felt that the figure inside the curtain turned his head and looked at her for a long time.
Nan Xun subconsciously glanced around, but she didn’t see anyone distinctive. Could it be that State Teacher noticed that she was sneaking a peek at him through the curtain?
Nan Xun hurriedly asked Little Eight, “Is State Teacher looking at me ah?”
Little Eight said, “This grandpa will amplify your senses, see for yourself.”
Nan Xun: …
In the next second, Nan Xun felt her five-senses were enhanced. Sounds of breathing and footsteps clearly passed into her ears, while various smells filled her nose, especially the smell of men’s sweat. Oh gosh, her nose was going to be broken like this.
Nan Xun looked into the sedan chair between crowds of people.
At this time, she really noticed a gaze directed at her from inside, and even through a layer of gauze, she could actually feel an abnormal aura coming from that figure.