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”Are you complimenting me or insulting me?” Zhangsun Wuji sat on top of a pillar in a palace hall and chuckled. ”Actually, the main issue is that my lady is so worrisome. Everyone can only be more careful.”
”How could this be…” Feng Jingfan suddenly turned back in mid-air. It was obvious that she was skillful, but her inner energy was lacking. After a while, her hair was disheveled, and sweat beads started to form from the extended period of using her inner energy.
Zhangsun Wuji did not bother looking at her, or even replying to her. It was Tang Yi Zhong, that chatterbox, that started rattling off his head. ”Your Highness, since the Crown Prince and the rest knew that you are still alive, they definitely had to show you some care and concern. You may be in the Emperor's palace hall, but you still had to relay the message. The person who was doing this was your personal maid, Ming Ruo, ain't it? We didn't even have to look out for anyone else; just her.”
Feng Jingfan flipped in the air, narrowly missing a support pillar that ran across the top of the palace hall. A golden blade chased her relentlessly, cutting off some of her hair in the process. The golden blade, unfortunately, was stopped by the pillar. Thanks to that, Feng Jingfan could escape the blade's pursue. Unkempt, she landed right in front of Feng Xuan's couch coldly.
”The whereabouts of that little maid of yours was always under the control of the Crown Prince.” Tang Yi Zhong smiled cheerily. ”Didn't you notice that few decapitated heads that were being brought in just now? Other than those that were planned to be involved in the overthrowing, Ming Ruo was there too. Ah yes, also, those 'assassins' that you had especially trained, were there too. Honestly, just saying, compared to the Crown Prince's prowess in assassination, you are certainly very lacking.
”Thank you very much for helping me remove the trash.” Tang Yi Zhong bowed elegantly, concluding his little speech.
Feng Jingfan stood there without a word. Her hair was a mess from the flying blade, falling down to her shoulders, tousled and ruffled. Some of her shorter hair landed in front of her eyes, covering her gaze. The gentle light source cast a shadow on her, illuminating her expression at the moment—it was no longer an expression of fake gentleness. Rather, it was cold and sinister.
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To Feng Xuan's side. She grabbed the unfinished imperial decree with one hand and clutched Feng Xuan's wrist with another. In a stern yet slightly desperate voice, she demanded, ”Father, write! Quickly write! Regardless, I am Xuanji's Empress! I am forever nobler and more dignified than that bastard child!”
Her eyes were bloodshot as she took shallow, rapid breaths. No matter what, she would fight for it one last time!
The palace hall was relatively quiet. Feng Xuan's sigh shattered the silence as he shoved the imperial degree into her hands. ”I've already finished writing it,” he replied.
Feng Jingfan suddenly noticed that he no longer panted, and his tone was calm—he no longer sounded sickly or weak. Shocked, she quickly looked down at the imperial decree, and her eyes scanned for the name of the empress:
Feng Fuyao!
Darkness engulfed her vision as she swayed unsteadily. Countless figures seemed to flash by in her vision, attacking her from all directions. In that split second, pain and dizziness struck upon her ruthlessly.
”Feng Fuyao… Who is Feng Fuyao!”
”Your younger sister.” Feng Xuan sat up and calmly tidied his clothes as he crossed his legs. He ran his fingers through his tousled hair, smoothing it out. At this very moment, he was no longer the weakened, useless old man. He was a quiet and honorable man with a graceful smile on his face. Even though he was still pale, his demeanor of an emperor had returned.
Meng Fuyao never once came down from the top of the palace hall. She looked down upon him, unsurprised by his sudden change.
Feng Xuan looked up and smiled at her. Kindly, he waved at her and said warmly, ”Fuyao, my daughter. Here, come, let me take a good look at you.”
Meng Fuyao laughed coldly, blatantly ignoring him. She craned her neck back and stared at those oddly shaped beasts. She, from the bottom of her heart, felt that these ugly, weird beasts were a million times better looking than that old man.
Feng Jingfan stumbled backward unsteadily and hit against the couch, yet, unaware of it as though she could not feel pain. With color drained from her face, she shrieked, ”Who… who?! Younger sister? Since when did I have a younger sister?!” She whipped her head back and stared at Meng Fuyao's eyes. In those eyes, the curtains covering the window of her soul were suddenly drawn, revealing the memories from 14 years ago.
The girl from the cupboard that had been staring at her silently from 14 years ago jumped out, overlapping with this cold, sinister woman in front of her.
”It's you… It's you!”