71 Heart of the Emperor (2/2)
Far away, the pounding sound of the war drums ceased. The entire world was replaced by a stifling ominous sense.
Jun Zhan Tian, I hope you will not make things too difficult for me…
A complex expression appeared in the Emperor’s eyes before disappearing almost instantly.
As he watched his daughter walking away, the Emperor folded his arms and pondered for a moment. Suddenly, he said, ”Shadow, go and take a look. Do not interfere unless it is absolutely necessary, and tell Jun Zhan Tian that his grandson is still alive. If he wants to throw a fit, let him be, but it must not be too extreme! Hmm, while you are at it, help me pass something to him. Sigh, the old soldier has held on to this for far too long…”
After saying that, His Majesty picked up a writing instrument and scribbled something on it. Rolling up the note, he turned around and said, ”Go.”
There was a gust of wind, and a figure that appeared imaginary materialized. The slip of paper that the Emperor was holding disappeared and a faint shadow could be seen flying out of the Imperial Palace.
”I will let you be presumptuous. However, in return, you must lend me your sword!” whispered the Emperor menacingly, a smile spreading across his face.
The Emperor had always planned meticulously. However, he had underestimated the extent of Jun Zhan Tian’s fury! In addition, the message had come too late…
”Men, send in the Great General Dugu Wu Di,” commanded the Emperor with a loud sigh: I will let things remain chaotic for now. Hopefully, there will be some people who understand and choose to control themselves. As for those who do not understand, there would be no sense to keep them. Or rather, they will not be fit to stay.
It is not that I do not allow you to fight. Rather, only those that emerge victoriously can be considered capable! Even if you fight, you must keep within the line! Those that cross the line will only bring about a calamity upon themselves…
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Princess Ling Meng returned to her own bedchambers after leaving the Emperor. It was only then that she realized that her Imperial Father had only questioned her about the Jun Family. All the questions were concerning Jun Mo Xie. Not even a single question was about His Majesty’s own daughter, who was the main target of the assassination attempt!
Why?
This assassination attempt is simply too suspicious. It had involved her, an Imperial Princess, and was possibly the sinister result of the other Princes. Was it possible that in her Imperial Father’s heart, this attempt was less important as compared to the Jun Family?
Or was Imperial Father avoiding something?
Or…
Remembering how mysterious her Imperial Father had looked, Princess Ling Meng could not help but shiver. Thankfully Uncle Ye and that mysterious expert are protecting me…
The distressed Princess Ling Meng reached into her bosom and retrieved the three small and exquisite flying daggers. She held them in her hands and noticed that they were only as big as her palms. They were slightly curved, as thin as a layer of onion, and beautifully crafted. Even the sum of the thickness of the three daggers was not much. Princess Ling Meng was puzzled. How could such a small flying dagger contain so much power, to the extent that it was able to force a group of murderous assassins to retreat without a fight?
The flying dagger laid still in her palms, its body reflecting the light from her lamp. The reflection was a crystalline radiance, colorful and dazzling. If someone were to see it, he would assume that such a dagger was a toy that belongs to a kid from a rich family. Who could have know that this was a weapon that was used by a powerful master?
I would most definitely be able to recognize this unique flying dagger, should it appear before me again! Princess Ling Meng thought contentedly to herself. Her heart was filled with a sense of longing as she thought: This absolute master is one that even Uncle Ye looks up to. What kind of person could he be?