Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 285 - Two Hundred and Thirteen: Coming into the World_2

Chapter 285: Chapter Two Hundred and Thirteen: Coming into the World_2

Heaven’s Watchtower Master also looked down upon him, his voice sanctified and noble:

"Tian Yuan."

After a brief conversation, they fell silent.

Two figures in white robes stood opposite each other through the air, one floating in mid-air with her palace skirt dancing, her eyes shining with golden light, and the other standing on the ground, his sword brimming with a cold gleam.

As the atmosphere gradually reached a freezing point,

Tian Yuan suddenly spoke up, his emotionless voice gently rising:

"Were you deliberately guarding this place in wait?"

Feng Jiuxuan, holding his sword:

"No."

He too was surprised to encounter two members of Heaven’s Watchtower in this secret realm.

Xu Yinhè had been searching for so long, yet it was he who stumbled upon them here.

Tian Yuan understood in his heart, his voice cool:

"It seems the location given to you by Xu Changtian was not very specific."

"......"

Feng Jiuxuan didn’t make a sound.

The coordinates provided by his great-nephew were too vague, and he had been wandering this secret realm for seven or eight days.

The medicine garden had been neglected, and the various materials and elixir medicines in the storeroom had decayed and were unusable.

Aside from finding some cultivation techniques and secret manuals in that library, along with a spiritual charm doll, he hadn’t found a single Sumeru Ring.

However, judging by the Saint’s direct mention of Xu Yuan’s name, that nephew must have concealed some matters from him.

At least, that great-nephew had not mentioned that the people from Heaven’s Watchtower were also aware of this.

After a brief silence, Feng Jiuxuan bluntly asked:

"Do you know the way?"

"Naturally," Tian Yuan.

"Cooperate?" Feng Jiuxuan.

Tian Yuan was also very straightforward:

"I am here only to retrieve an item; fighting here is meaningless for both of us."

Feng Jiuxuan sheathed his sword:

"Lead the way."

"......"

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Twenty days later,

"Achoo!"

A sneeze rang out in the elegant and unique chamber.

Xu Yuan, who had been sitting cross-legged on the bed cultivating, dispersed the cultivation technique and rubbed his somewhat itchy nose, taking out a bottle of elixir liquid from the Sumeru Ring.

The semi-transparent jade bottle allowed the fiery red elixir liquid inside to be seen.

Since their last encounter, Xu Yuan had not seen Li Qingyan again.

But that tall figure probably felt that beating him up upon every meeting wasn’t very pleasant, so he had someone send over a bottle of elixir liquid as an apology.

A special supply from the Imperial Family, very precious.

Its effects were simple, to widen the meridians, coupled with a yang-strengthening effect.

The latter was even more potent than the former.

When Xu Yuan learned about the effects of these two bottles of Yang Marrow Liquid from the old butler, he had almost lost his composure.

Apologizing with this thing...

A provocation?

Thinking of this, Xu Yuan chuckled and shook his head:

"This Li Qingyan does have an interesting temperament."

Having said that, he put the Yang Marrow Liquid back into the Sumeru Ring and stood up, ready to go outside for some fresh air.

These days, he had been busy, busy with cultivation.

Shame is followed by the courage to improve.

Wu Yuan’s cultivation was of military formations; as long as he could quickly advance his cultivation to the level of a Great Grandmaster, he could likely stand firm against his wife.

At least, he shouldn’t be under her all the time.

It was the same with Big Ice Lump.

The sky was clear, and cloudless; a sky unspoiled by industrial pollution stretched infinitely blue.

Walking around the Prime Minister’s Mansion, which resembled a palace complex, Xu Yuan could see that it was unmistakably filled with many unfamiliar officials.

There were imperial court ministers in purple robes, some in the deep green robes of minor officials from remote regions, and even some gorgeously dressed chairmen of commerce guilds.

Ever since the engagement was announced, these people had started to arrive.

To pay their respects and offer gifts, although the majority couldn’t meet his father, these people still came in an endless stream.

The silver they gave was a small matter for Prime Minister’s Mansion, but the gesture mattered a great deal. If others were giving and you were not, how could you even continue to mingle?

Walking along the stone-paved road to the lakeside, many noticed Xu Yuan, the protagonist of the engagement, but few came up to greet him.

After all, the recent public killing of the Prince of the Great Desert had made Xu Yuan’s reputation more complex than just that of a wastrel.

If someone misspoke and got chopped by this young master, it would be in vain.

His reputation had certainly spread far and wide.

Xu Yuan, for his part, enjoyed the quiet.

But in truth, he was somewhat surprised by Xu Yinhè’s handling of the engagement.

He had thought it was just a private agreement between the Prime Minister’s Mansion and the Imperial Family, but it had turned out to be declared to the whole world.

This was a signal, a dangerous one.

The Northern Frontier’s warfare, The Imperial Court would never compromise.

Now The Imperial Court had made its move, and it remained to see how the Sects would respond.

Based on the information Xu Yuan had, he believed the Sects would likely compromise in some delaying fashion.

The injury to Emperor Jiaying was caused by the Sects, and they surely had an estimate of the Emperor’s end of life.

An engagement in ordinary families is a major event, but it still seemed rather inconsequential in the face of imperial authority.

Blood relatives could destroy each other, much less a mere matrimonial bond.

As long as they could drag it out until Emperor Jiaying passed away, and a new emperor ascended, the fragile alliance between the Prime Minister’s Mansion and the Imperial Family could very well break instantly.

Thinking this, Xu Yuan sighed softly.

At that moment,

a voice suddenly arose next to Xu Yuan’s ear:

"Changtian, come to the study."

"...." Xu Yuan.

The voice was Xu Yinhè’s; it had been more than half a month since the engagement was set, and this was the first time he had heard his father’s voice since then.

The Inner Court was silent,

As Xu Yuan arrived at the study’s door and was about to knock, Xu Yinhè’s voice came through:

"Changtian, come in."

Xu Yuan pushed the door open and entered.

The study remained as it always had been, simple and elegant, with a window that provided a sweeping view of a large part of the Imperial Capital.

Xu Yinhè sat behind the desk, with many memorials laid out on the desk; some had been reviewed, while others had not.

Upon seeing Xu Yuan enter, Xu Yinhè put down the memorial he had in his hands.

Xu Yuan nodded and bowed in greeting: