Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 149: A Girl’s Thoughts Are the Hardest to Guess

Chapter 149: Chapter 149: A Girl’s Thoughts Are the Hardest to Guess

Lv Ping’s eyes were still beautiful.

In the past, when she blinked, her eyelashes would flicker as if they could speak.

Good women, their eyes are naturally expressive.

But those expressive eyes were now wide open, staring straight at the handsome young man in disbelief.

She did not know whether Nezha was telling the truth or ’testing’ her, so she dared not respond immediately.

Nezha continued, "With such deep hatred and resentment, why not kill him? You’re so young. Don’t tell me you actually fancy this old man with a family?"

"Your highness jests. I’m but a laundry maid, and I dare not harbor affection for the master."

Lv Ping lowered her head, not daring to meet Nezha’s gaze.

Her hands unconsciously twisted the clothes she held; the early spring water was still cold, and her hands, soaked in that icy water every day, were cracked and ached as if pricked by needles, yet she never uttered a sound of pain.

Don’t you feel hatred?

With her head bowed, Lv Ping whispered, "Your Highness, why would you wish for the master’s death? These years, although he has been unkind to you, he hasn’t been overly cruel. After all, he is your father."

Neither good nor bad, neither resentful nor vengeful. There might be some conflicts she wasn’t aware of, but weren’t father-son conflicts common everywhere?

"What nonsense are you spouting? Why would I wish for Li Jing’s death? He is still my father after all. The person who wants him dead is you, and the one who wishes to kill him is also you."

The two fell into silence once again.

After a long while, Lv Ping spoke slowly, "The master is the General of Chentang Pass, with superior martial arts skills. He can fend off dozens of skilled soldiers on his own; how could I, a frail woman, ever kill him?"

"You’re right, and if you were to kill him, you should know that he is not only a military general but also a cultivator, capable of flying and exorcising demons. But in the end, he is still human. His flesh and blood have been honed for decades, and a lifetime of cultivation can still be pierced through his skin and into his heart with a sharp little knife."

Nezha whispered, "I guarantee you, if you want to kill him, you will be able to do it."

Upon hearing this, Lv Ping’s breathing gradually became heavy.

The girl in her teens understood it wasn’t her wanting to kill Li Jing but Nezha wanting to use her hand to kill Li Jing.

As long as she made a move, even with bare hands, Nezha would ensure that Li Jing died at her unarmed hands.

"As mentioned before, he is the General of Chentang Pass. If I kill him, I will surely die too."

"If you trust me, once Li Jing is dead, I will send you to Xiqi, where you can live incognito and free."

The air was filled with a deathly stillness, leaving only the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves.

After an indeterminate time, Lv Ping looked up, her expression unnaturally calm, but her beautiful eyes were now red and bloodshot.

"How much?"

"What?"

"You said you’d give me a large sum of money."

"How much do you want?"

"Five hundred pieces of silver."

"Li Jing’s head may not be worth much, but to pay five hundred silver for the life of Chentang Pass General is too cheap. I’ll give you two thousand."

Lv Ping said, "I like your... way of bargaining."

"I quite like the way you... punctuate your sentences too."

"When should I do it?"

"Whenever you want."

Nezha had already stood up. He went to report to his mother, who, despite having borne three children, was still young and beautiful. He regaled Lady Yin with such joy and mentioned a hidden paradise he had found, with exquisite scenery and pleasant views, proposing to take her there when possible.

Then he went to Bailing Town to meet Mr. Fan.

After a long absence, Mr. Fan seemed even more spirited than before, leading Nezha to chat for half an hour. Nezha thought maybe it was a sign of rejuvenated energy before death, and he worried terribly inside.

Seeing Nezha’s odd gaze, Mr. Fan asked him what was wrong.

Thinking that he meant well, Nezha frankly expressed his concerns.

Consequently, his head received two more strikes with the disciplinary ruler.

Though it did not really hurt, the crying out was inevitable, after all, the old master’s anger was the most important thing to dispel.

Seeing Nezha clutching his head and howling in pain, Mr. Fan’s anger subsided substantially and said, "I had a lung disease before, and although the air in Chentang Pass is damp, and it does not cure the root problem, it does help alleviate the symptoms, hence my better complexion."

"So that’s how it is. After a while, I’ll find a greater expert for the gentleman, and concoct some marvelous medicine that can cure all illnesses, and take care of this issue as well."

"One lives a hundred years, but death comes for us all."

"Please don’t speak such dispiriting words, sir. How about your boy? Why don’t I see him around all day?" Nezha pretended to look for the Attendant Student.

"He’s gone to buy vegetables. After all, he’s young and adjusts to society much faster than I do. This lad has been quite willful lately, fancying the girl who sells spoiled noodle meat on the street. But she has high standards, doesn’t fancy him, and yet he still won’t give up. He goes to her house every day to work for free, and he doesn’t listen even when I scold him."

Speaking of this, Mr. Fan sighed deeply with frustration.

"Everyone must go through this phase."

"And when will you go through it yourself?"

"I am a Cultivator, devoted entirely to my path."

Mr. Fan laughed again, took a couple sips of tea, closed his eyes contentedly, and said, "It seems to me that you’re somewhat distracted."

"If someone else should inquire, could you perhaps say that Nezha was with you this entire afternoon?"

Mr. Fan was taken aback, for he was a man of shrewd thoughts, and upon a moment’s reflection, he sighed, "At such a young age, already committing parricide—you truly are a demon."

Upon hearing this, Nezha prostrated with utmost respect, not daring to utter a word.

After a long pause, Mr. Fan spoke again: "Li Jing is your father, and if you would even kill him, it seems you care not how the rest of the world views you. Now you seek my help for a cover-up, you must be worried about your mother. It would seem you still have a conscience after all, then go ahead."

"Thank you, sir."

Nezha rose from the ground and asked, "Do you not wish to know why I would kill Li Jing?"

Mr. Fan merely waved his hand and said, "Sons killing fathers, is it such a rarity in this world? There’s nothing to ask. Knowing the reasons only brings vexation, now go."

Nezha bowed again and disappeared from sight.

...

Today, Lv Ping changed back into her old green dress, taking special care to apply makeup, and she gazed at her only valuable possession—a copper mirror—in her room for a long while, lost in thought at the sight of her still youthful and tender face despite being weather-beaten.

Carrying a food container, she walked through the many courtyards of the residence and finally arrived at Li Jing’s study.

Along the way, many who saw her displayed a look of surprise.

These people clearly recognized her.

They all knew of her past.

They were all curious.

Today.

At this hour.

Why she had reappeared here.

Naturally, someone quickly went to inform Lady Yin, but all remained quiet over there.

This too fell within everyone’s expectations.

Given Lady Yin’s temperament, she was likely to watch Li Jing’s reaction before deciding how to respond.

There’s nothing wrong with that; many times, the more you do, the more mistakes you make.

Li Jing was also surprised.

He looked at Lv Ping standing before him, the girl whom he had once held in his arms, pinned down on the bed with sweet nothings, now his stern visage even grimmer than when he had seen Nezha.

Thus, the faint hope that Lv Ping had harbored was utterly extinguished upon catching Li Jing’s gaze.

"Why are you here?"

"I’ve made you a bowl of ginseng soup."

"Poisoned?" Li Jing scoffed coldly.

Lv Ping trembled, her head bowed, color unchanged, she said, "I’ve come to see master about another very strange matter, concerning the third young master."

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