3. I Won’t Spare Your Life Just Because You’re Scared
Her words left Jiang Chenmo speechless.
By the time he came back to his senses, the woman had already walked into the city under everyone’s gaze.
He sighed regretfully and took out a set of clothes from his Universe Bag, tossing them to Tian Zhenyin.
“Thank you, Senior Brother Jiang!”
“You should know who to provoke and who not to.” Jiang Chenmo glanced at her calmly. “If you don’t control your temper, I’ll tell the Second Elder not to let you out next time.”
Although Tian Zhenyin was still fuming, she could only reluctantly agree, muttering to herself,
“Gong Yiling… it’s all your fault, you bitch! You made Senior Brother scold me! I’ll get you back for this!”
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“Achoo!”
Coincidentally, Miss Gong let out a huge sneeze.
She immediately knew who was cursing her.
But what did a small character like her matter? Let her curse.
She wasn’t one to waste her time on such people.
After swaggering back into the capital, she put on a cloak to conceal her beautiful face and headed back to the inn.
After entering the main city, she sensed someone was following her, but she easily shook them off with an Invisibility Talisman and returned to her room like a stealthy child.
“Master!” “Young Palace Master!”
Qiu Shui and Chun Lian, who had been waiting, immediately greeted her, helping her take off her cloak.
But their main focus was on admiring their own handiwork—yes, the makeup, hairstyle, and outfit were all their choices.
After all, as Gong Yiling’s personal maids for several years, they knew best what clothes and hairstyles suited their master.
“Master, you look so beautiful.”
Their sincere praise made Miss Gong scratch her head in embarrassment. “For some reason, it always feels strange when people praise my looks.”
As a manly man, such a compliment was hard to handle.
“Oh, right.” She then asked them, “Where are my mother and Chuyue? Are they with my father?”
“Yes.” Qiu Shui nodded. “But Master, why did you come to the capital alone? You should have at least brought Chun Lian and me.”
“Silly girl.” Gong Yiling smiled and rubbed Qiu Shui’s head. “If I brought you, I might as well have brought more people.”
“Hmm?”
“It’s not that you’re weak, but you two are easily targeted.” Gong Yiling said, “They don’t dare to touch me, but they dare to touch you. If something happened to you because of that, how do you think I would feel?”
“This…”
Hearing this, Chun Lian just giggled foolishly, but a ripple of emotion spread through Qiu Shui’s heart.
“Thank you… Master.”
“You call me Master, and you still think I wouldn’t consider this?” Gong Yiling chuckled and squeezed Qiu Shui’s hand. “But you two have to be careful.”
“Although those people haven’t seen you two, Jiang Chenmo has seen you, Qiu Shui. Unless it’s necessary, it’s best not to be in the same place as him.”
Qiu Shui nodded, then suddenly realized something was amiss.
“Jiang Chenmo? The cultivator from Tianyin Daoist Mountain is here?”
“Summoned by Baili Yue.” Gong Yiling shrugged. “Who knows what kind of sweet talk Baili Yue used to get Tianyin Daoist Mountain to send people over.”
“With Tianyin Daoist Mountain’s interference, then Master’s plan…”
“Don’t worry.” Gong Yiling smiled. “I never expected Bai Dao Mountain to do nothing. Whether they find out who was behind the Heartflame Empire incident or not, they wouldn’t want to see two of the Four Kingdoms undergo a change of power in such a short time.”
“So—you two pack up. We’ll go and find my father in a bit.”
“And you, Master?”
Gong Yiling chuckled, put on her cloak again, and adjusted the hood. “Naturally, I’m going to have a chat with Baili Yue, and prepare for tonight’s debut.”
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For some reason, although Yue Linqiu’s divinations had repeatedly predicted that Baili Yue would be the final victor, he still felt a sense of unease.
The source of this unease was vague, an instinctive feeling that he couldn’t win.
Why he felt this way, he couldn’t explain. Combined with his naturally suspicious personality, it all became a dark cloud hanging over his heart, refusing to dissipate.
Why?
He had specifically summoned Tianyin Daoist Mountain, deliberately fabricated a lot of evidence to shift the blame for the massacres onto the demonic sects, and even gathered all the ancient members of the Sword Alliance.
This was a one-sided slaughter. He couldn’t imagine himself losing.
But…
The more he thought, the more agitated he became. Baili Yue picked up the inkstone on his desk and threw it.
However, he didn’t hear the satisfying sound of it shattering on the floor.
Sensing something was wrong, he looked up and saw a black figure holding the inkstone, casually tossing it aside.
Seeing this, Baili Yue’s pupils contracted in disbelief. “Who are you!?”
“Relax.” Gong Yiling entered the room and casually sat down. “I have no interest in taking Your Majesty’s life.”
“I just have something to ask you.”
“You are Gong Yiling?” Baili Yue’s intuition was sharp. He had guessed her identity just from that metaphysical sense. “What are you doing here? Guards!?”
Guards?
Breaking into the palace wasn’t that difficult these days. All you needed was a mother who could go on a rampage, and you could easily waltz in and have a good time without anyone noticing.
“I poisoned them.” Miss Gong waved her hand dismissively. “And Your Majesty need not be alarmed. I always keep my word. If I say I won’t take your life, then I won’t.”
“The reason I came here today is to get a single sentence from you. That’s all.”
“What… what sentence?”
“A few days ago, did Your Majesty send someone to ambush a woman on the main road?”
