C214 (1/2)

It was still Murong Xiu's turn to eat dinner with Zi Yuan that night. The head steward of the imperial kitchens was still very happy. After all, what he feared the most was when Zi Yuan was eating only a little food by himself, he didn't know what to do. He didn't know if this empress didn't like what he made, or if she was sick or something.

The head steward of the imperial kitchens was Helian's man. Every day, he would write a secret report to the Profound Wings of Helian through the Dark Guard, telling him what his beloved empress had eaten today, and whether she had eaten seriously. The empress had eaten very little in the past, so he had no idea how to write a report.

Fortunately, in the past two days, the empress had suddenly thought it through and decided to have a meal with the only guest in the palace. As the chief steward of the royal kitchen, he did not care whether the regent of Westward was a man to be on his guard against, but he was relieved that his queen could eat and eat and be well every day as his king expected. As such, he was very grateful to the guest called Mu Rong Xiu.

Mu Rong Xiu hadn't drunk much today. Although he was still recovering from his injuries, he was already feeling much better. He hadn't eaten his fill last night, so although he managed to fall asleep due to the alcohol, he was very hungry in the morning. Thus, tonight, he also ate his dinner in big mouthfuls.

Zi Yuan suddenly laughed as he carried his bowl. ”I just thought, when my son grows up, will he also eat in front of me with his mouth wide open?”

Murong Xiu stopped his chopsticks and looked at the woman in front of him who had started to have a mother's love for him. He didn't respond to her words. After all, a woman was still a woman! A woman who had a heart of stone would always be soft in front of her own child!

When they were almost done eating, Murong Xiu suddenly said, ”How about you let me raise your child?”

”In your dreams!” Zi Yuan immediately refused.

”Then why did you have to ask me how to raise a child first!” Mu Rong Xiu felt wronged as he called out.

”Consulting is counseling. Consulting doesn't mean that we should raise the child for you, okay!?” Why should I raise Helian's child for you? ” Ziyuan was now like a lioness protecting her son.

”It's not like I can't explain how I took care of the child. Since I can't explain it, I decided to take action.” Murong Xiu defended himself.

”You are a great schemer. Don't you know how to bring up a child? I don't believe it! ” Zi Yuan turned around and prepared to leave. ”Alright, let's continue fighting tomorrow!” I'm leaving! ”

After a night of silence, Murong Xiu lay on his bed and thought about the person he could have peeped on during the day. After some thought, he concluded that only the young duke of Dongping Kingdom, Feng Lingxue, was the most suspicious. He had mixed some of his original martial arts techniques with the Heaven Arts Grimoire and with Zi Yuan's aptitude, he should be able to separate and break them apart. As Feng Lingxue did not use the Beginner's Heaven Arts, she would not be able to memorize these martial arts techniques for a short period of time. After making up his mind, Murong Xiu fell asleep.

On the afternoon of the second day, when Zi Yuan and Murong Xiu fought, they discovered the changes in him and a look of astonishment appeared in their eyes. Murong Xiu winked at her, and Zi Yuan immediately understood what he meant.

When it was almost evening, that familiar gaze could be felt again. After the two of them exchanged blows like before, Murong Xiu suddenly hugged Zi Yuan. The two of them exchanged places. Murong Xiu sent a burst of force forward with his right hand, then he sent a spell of his left hand towards Zi Yuan.

The Violet Garden borrowed Murong Xiu's strength to quickly arrive at the location where the muffled groan came from. The longsword was placed against the peeping man's neck as Murong Xiu followed and used his fingers to brush aside the person's mask — — It really was the Marquis of Dongping Kingdom, Feng Lingxue!

Mu Rong Xiu wasn't the least bit surprised, but Zi Yuan was completely shocked. ”Why is it you!?” Why are you in my palace! ”

With Mu Rong Xiu's poison dart on her shoulder, Feng Lingxue's upper body was numb and unable to move. He coughed out a mouthful of blood and said with a faint smile, ”I just wanted to look at you from the side.” There was a hint of loneliness in his tone.

Zi Yuan looked at him in disbelief. ”What nonsense are you spouting?!” He couldn't help but feel an unspeakable disgust and confusion towards him.

”How is it? I'm not wrong, right?!” Murong Xiu interrupted, ”I said that the peeping star is most likely the queen's admirer, and you're still saying that I'm spouting nonsense. Since when have I, Murong Xiu, ever spouted nonsense?” The latter half of the sentence was somewhat complacent.

”You must be here to execute some sort of plan or mission!” The sword in Zi Yuan's hand did not relax at all. It pierced through Feng Lingxue's skin, causing a bit of blood to ooze out. ”Speak! What on earth did you sneak into my Northern Desert Palace?” Ziyuan could avoid the topic of adoration.

”The empress is truly a happy person!” Feng Lingxue said with a smile, ”Xue Xue is indeed here to carry out a mission.” He turned his head to look at Murong Xiu. ”We meet again. I didn't expect that the Northern Yue's water and soil would raise you better than the Western Region. Those who don't know you think you're from the Northern Yue.”

”Humph!” Murong Xiu snorted. ”You can't anger the current me by saying that!” He shook his finger, ”Useless, useless!”

”I know it's futile. I was just thinking, if the water and soil of Dongping Province were to nurture you, would it be better than the Northern Yue or the Northern Yue, would it give you the appearance of a Dongping Country person?” Feng Lingxue smiled faintly. She didn't seem to want to anger Murong Xiu, but her words made those who heard them feel uncomfortable.

”So, your mission, is actually to kidnap me?” Murong Xiu stepped on Feng Lingxue's chest. ”Yo, you're quite strong. But, do you feel numb here now?” In another twelve hours, you will die with a mouthful of blood. ”

Feng Lingxue coughed out another mouthful of blood, ”That won't happen, Your Highness, how could you kill this marquis? Hm? Right? ”