C230 (2/2)

Imperial Advisor's leaf?

How did he get back?

Ye Lianhe's expression was extremely cold as he looked at the shadow outside the window. ”What? Do you still want this king to invite you?”

Outside the window, it was still deathly silent. Luo Lingwei raised her head to look at Ye Lianhe's wrinkled brows, and reached out her hand to pacify the pain in her heart.

Ye Lianhe kissed Luo Lingwei's slender fingertips, hugging her even more tightly.

To be able to infiltrate the courtyard without being discovered by the dark guards, his father was indeed an old friend and not someone to be trifled with.

The atmosphere was tense for the time it took to drink a cup of tea. The mask was polished to the point where the two eyes were partly engraved with the prevailing cloud crane patterns from the previous dynasty. There was no extra decorations; it was simple and clean. It covered half of the face, leaving only a thin, bloodless chin.

From the potential appearance, the Imperial Advisor seemed to be a young man.

Luo Lingwei leaned on Ye Lianhe's chest and whispered, ”Master Ye, no matter how you look at it, you don't look like someone from the previous dynasty.”

The previous dynasty's female emperor had died at least fifty years ago, but her master was only in her twenties …

Ye Lianhe sneered, ”He's just an immortal old demoness.”

Longevity?! Luo Lingwei was shocked.

Could it be that this place really had immortal immortal pills?

Ji Wu Ye laughed: ”Little friend, you really have good eyesight. You only found traces of Wu Ye after a short while.”

Ye Lianhe poured two cups of tea and made a gesture of 'please', ”I wonder if there is anything worth searching for in this young man? I actually have to trouble the Imperial Advisor to find it so far.”

Ji Wu Ye didn't feel uncomfortable in the slightest with Ye Lianhe's merciless intention to expose him. He swung his whisk and slowly leaned against the window sill.

He was wearing a cloak and a mask. Apart from the identity of his master's sword, there was nothing on his face that could be seen.

This outfit was indeed a standard set for the legendary Imperial Advisors.

”Little friend, I'm guessing you don't know that the Golden Dinner of Night Illumination was not created by the Old City Lord of Yuzhou.”

Ji Wu Ye shook his head and refused Ye Lianhe's invitation. His left hand gently caressed the sword hilt. His gaze fell upon the rows and rows of Glazed Palace lamps in the distance.

”The feast of absolute bliss was created by the previous dynasty's female emperor. Her true intention is — to hunt.”

His voice was too quiet. It was as calm as a pool of stagnant water. Luo Lingwei, on the other hand, could smell the terrifying smell of blood and shivered in the cold wind.

”A feast of bliss?” Night Lianhe pretended not to understand as he rubbed the rim of his cup, which was as heavy as water.

His father had lamented many times in his life that this previous emperor was a rare figure. If he was a man, then the late emperor probably wouldn't be his match. It was a pity that those conceited old officials had to drag on and forcibly cut off their century-old foundation.

Ji Wu Ye laughed: ”Little friend, there's no need to pretend that you don't understand.”

Nightingale was silent.

If that was the case, then the so-called Midnight Golden Flowing Night Banquet was probably used by some people as a cover for the hidden feast of absolute bliss.

”Did the Imperial Advisor go all out to sneak in just to remind us of this?”

Since his master had described the nature of the banquet, it had proved that he was not the one who had gone out of his way to invite Nightingale to join him.

But if it wasn't him, then who could it be?

”Then what is the purpose of the Imperial Advisor's visit?” Ye Lianhe didn't believe that after hiding for dozens of years, he would suddenly appear in front of him and kindly remind him not to participate in the Golden Night Banquet. This person was even more scheming than the previous emperor, who had a shrewd name.

”A friend is not an enemy. Wu Ye was only here to remind him because of his old friend's friendship.” Ji Wuxin didn't bother to explain as he disappeared into the night.

Luo Lingwei did not even see his shadow.

”What a fast Qing Gong!”

Ye Lianhe untied the scented sachet on his waist and found it increasingly interesting. If he hadn't seen wrongly just now, then Ji Wu Ye had secretly observed the scented sachet more than once.