Chapter Thirteen

  Night, quiet.

  The moonlight scattered and fell on the magnificent mansion of the prime minister.

  Today, the noble guest, King Zhen of the state of Ziyan, stayed at Lin'an Temple. The temple has pavilions, towers, small bridges and flowing water, gardens and artificial hills, all perfectly arranged. The layout is elegant and the scenery is pleasant. This was specially designed by the prime minister's mansion when it was built to entertain noble guests.

  The dim yellow candlelight flickered.

  He Lanting gazed out the window with her narrow, slanted phoenix eyes at the branches swaying in the wind. It was already autumn, and a hint of chilliness lingered in the air.

  "She fell into the lake, but she's still alive, it's really unexpected." A hint of inexplicable charm floated on the corner of his mouth as the candlelight flickered, but completely different from the smile was his icy gaze and voice devoid of any emotion.

  "How is it that the master has so many thoughts about a discarded woman today? Has the master changed his interests? But this doesn't seem like the master. In the eyes of his subordinates, the master is extraordinary and unmatched, if he really took a liking to a discarded woman, it would truly shock everyone."

  Yes, shock everyone. Lü Mùzé slanted his eyes coldly at Hè Lántíng, smiling. No woman had ever entered the master's eyes, even the princess Su who was about to be married into the manor, the master's attitude towards her was also cold and distant.

  The vast majority of women, in the eyes of men from the Imperial Dragon Country, or even men from all over the world, were lowly and only suitable for temporarily warming the bed. "However, if the master has taken a liking to her appearance and wants to favor her for a night, it's not unacceptable."

  For those with ambition, nothing in the world can be an absolute obstacle!

  He Lan Ting let out a soft laugh, his eyes deep and profound, like the distant darkness of a black night. "One night?" Although he didn't have much interest in that woman, her cold and almost dismissive attitude towards him today had piqued his curiosity, just a tiny bit of curiosity, about how she would react?

  Murong Chen can sit stably in the prime minister's position in Wangyue Country, and he must have his ways. What about Murong Yi who seems to have walked into a dead end?

  Lü Muzhe took in Helian Ting's expression, and a thought of watching a good show arose. The master seemed to do things unreasonably, even notoriously ruthless, but the true master was cold-blooded, with a heart as cold as ice that had been frozen for ten thousand years. The only thing he was interested in was this beautiful kingdom. Familial love, friendship... romantic love? In the master's eyes, they were like a wisp of smoke, unnecessary to exist. As for Mu Rong Yi, who had received some attention from him, it was likely that she had already become a pawn in his hands.

  Yes, chess pieces.

  Everyone in the world is a pawn in his eyes, a pawn for achieving his goals, and he is no exception.

  "The messenger from King Ming of Chu State has arrived with a message. Meet at the Fushou Wine House in ten days." Lu Muzhe said in a deep voice.

  Upon hearing this, the profound and icy glint in He Lan Ting's eyes seemed to deepen, her lips curling up into a more enchanting smile. "As expected, he will definitely meet with me to obtain that thing. Who would have thought that someone as aloof as him, who looks down on the throne of Chu Hua Kingdom, and views all things in the world as fleeting clouds, actually values that thing."

  "Master, why are you especially wary of the King of Hell?" Lü Muzhe asked in confusion. In his eyes, the King of Hell was a blind man, and even if he were one of the world's most brilliant minds, he would still have flaws and it would be difficult for him to ascend to the throne of the ruler of the world.

  "In this world, only he is worthy of being the king's guardian." He Lan Ting sneered and said in a domineering tone. The King of Hell, Chu Ming, was born blind on the day of his birth, and for many years, people from all over the world searched for the divine medicine Lingzhi to cure him, but it was all in vain. Yet, the current stability of Chu Hua Kingdom among the three kingdoms is due to the absolute wise man, Chu Ming, who stands behind it, making Ziyue Kingdom and Wangyue Kingdom dare not make any moves.

  ……

  The whole house was filled with a strange and weird smell, to put it bluntly, it smelled a bit stinky.

  The lovely little bun curled up in a corner, with a pair of small white hands tightly covering her mouth.

  "Come on, have some. Although the durian smells bad, it's extremely fragrant!" Murong Yi held up a piece of durian meat in front of Tian Er, with a warm and friendly smile trying to entice the little bun.

  Looking at Tian Er's scrunched up face because of the durian's smell, that evasive little appearance, made Mu Rong Yi even happier. "Tian Er, good boy."

  "Mama, stinky! Tian'er won't eat." Tian'er desperately covered his mouth, his mouth was fragrant and didn't want to become stinky.

  "Haha, little cutie, you're indeed Mom's son, so adorable!" Murong Yi was delighted to eat and watch. She just had that kind of quirk, liking the painful expressions on others' faces when eating durian. Naturally, as her son, it was his duty to make her happy.

  Child abuse?

  You're the one who's cruel to children! Your whole family is cruel to children! She's teaching her son how to be filial to his elders!

  A mother and son are enjoying eating durians together. Some people just like to ruin the harmonious atmosphere.

  "Open the door."

  A domineering order.

  Murong Chen?

  Murong Yi sneered, "What is this old thing Murong Chen trying to do, coming to the Three Treasures Hall for no reason?"

  She sat on a chair beside him, slowly savoring the durian flesh with relish. "It's delicious, really delicious." "I don't know, sir, what brings you here?"

  "Open the door, I need to discuss something with your father." Murong said coldly from outside the door, looking at the tightly closed door with a face full of impatience.

  "It's late, I want to enjoy family time with my son, no time to deal with other things. If you have something to say, Father, let's talk about it tomorrow." Murong Yi said calmly.

  Upon hearing this, Murong furrowed his brow, "This matter concerns whether you can make the world look at you with different eyes in the future, and also prevent Tian Er from being gossiped about by the world. This is a big deal."

  What's the big deal? Murong Yi sneered: "I'm fine now, what does it have to do with me how others think? Tian Er is my son. If those people are really innocent, let them gossip as they please. I don't care about these rumors." Sounds good, but can Murong Chen be so kind and want to clear Murong Yi's name out of the goodness of his heart?

  Murong Chen listened to Murong Yi's words and knew that if he didn't speak up now, she would never open the door for him. But had he, who had navigated the officialdom for many years, been intimidated by a little girl? He kicked the door open with one foot.

  A gust of cool wind burst in through the door.

  Murong Yi's expression didn't change, but Tian Er had already gotten up from the small corner earlier and was now sitting obediently by Murong Yi's side.

  The mother and son looked at Mu Rong Chen who had burst in, both of their faces expressionless.

  "Oh, I didn't know Father had such a shocking hobby. Sneaking into my room in the middle of the night without even getting a woman's consent, what is this? Does Father want to disregard ethics and barge into my bedroom with such urgency? What does he want to do?" Mu Rong Yi raised an eyebrow, coldly scanning Mu Rong Chen, her tone full of mockery.

  Digression

  Girls, recently Shu Da Ye's memory is too bad, the chapter title is written wrong, and even posting a notice is at the wrong time. How terrible, could it be senile dementia?