Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 818 - 511 Ye_2

Chapter 818: Chapter 511 Ye_2

"You have a pretty good personal relationship with the Third Prince, don’t you? This can be considered an indirect way of helping him."

Although Di’an incurred no actual loss, the commotion caused by the Xi’en Saint in the heart of Dayan would, at the very least for the sake of face, cause those stationed on the Island of Japan to pay more attention to the Xi’en military forces.

Xu Yuan grinned and said,

"After this, it will be time for a war of words, but I believe that after tonight, the Sects will become very interested in Xi’en."

The cultivation techniques of Dayan are constantly evolving, and the strength of the Xi’en Emperor was unmistakably displayed tonight. The Sects will inevitably covet such powerful cultivation methods.

Lou Ji waved her hand and said softly,

"It’s still a bit too early to discuss this. We should at least wait until after New Year’s Eve. For now, let’s stick to the plan and deal with those people."

Xu Yuan’s eyes narrowed slightly.

This was the original plan.

Saints’ Combat, Guest Elder’s sudden death.

Ran Jianli had already provided the list of names.

Inside Di’an City, the Prime Minister’s Mansion would carry out assassinations on the high-level officials on that list from Jiatiange.

Inside the Prime Minister’s Mansion, the Black Scale Guards would use this opportunity to take care of some of the older ministers who had become disobedient.

A dark and windy night—a perfect occasion for murder.

...

...

Zhou Fatty didn’t want to come to Di’an City, but he had no choice.

As one of the survivors from the assassination attempt against Xu Changtian, Zhou Fatty should have been feigning illness and enjoying his leisure time within the Tiexuan Sect.

But life is unpredictable. His desertion in the midst of battle was reported to the Pavilion Master by the Semi-Saint called Luo Bingli.

To maintain his status within the Tiexuan Sect, Zhou Fatty had to reluctantly come to this turbulent Di’an City to make amends for his crime.

Tonight was the last day of the great feast at the Prime Minister’s Mansion.

It should have also been his last day in Di’an City.

But what was supposed to be uneventful turned otherwise.

He watched as a beam of sword light suddenly soared into the sky from within the Mansion.

He watched two figures racing through the sky dome, battling each other.

He watched the terrifying golden light envelop Di’an.

And he watched as one of the figures decapitated the other.

And at this moment,

In this luxurious, decadent ancient building,

Zhou Fatty, holding a beautiful concubine in his arms, watched as the blood-stained man in white walked slowly towards him, holding a severed head...

...

...

Outside of Di’an City, a twenty-zhang wide river surged past, dividing the bustling city from the serene fields of the outside world.

Xiang Pavilion stood quietly upon a hillside by the river.

With the snow falling from the sky, the river, city, and fields were all draped in silver, and under the illumination of the sword light and aurora, the snow flurried even more brilliantly.

Such beauty should be accompanied by a beauty.

But within the quiet pavilion, there was no beauty, only a young man with a beautiful appearance, scantily dressed.

He looked at the riverbank with eyes full of terror.

He watched as streams of blood dyed the clear river red, only to be swiftly scattered by the rapid current.

The Second Elder of the Bamboo Mountain Sect was dead.

The beautiful young man dared not make any sound, fearing to disturb the murderer on the riverbank.

Xu Changge stood quietly by the river’s edge, gently wiping his longsword tinged with a chilly green hue using a fine handkerchief.

Beside his feet lay an old man with purple-tinged skin and white beard whispering pleas for mercy, barely clinging to life.

There were no traces of a struggle around.

By the time he arrived, the poison had already entered the old man’s body.

The first sword, a mesmerizing poison from Lou Ji disrupted the enemy’s nerves.

With the second sword, the old man ended up in his current state...

Death and assassination occurred quietly within the already martially law-enforced Di’an City, descending like a net with order upon some unsuspecting corners.

...

...

Looking at the tranquil and refined surroundings, Xu Yuan felt a sense of unfamiliarity.

Familiar, because this is the Prime Minister’s Mansion.

Unfamiliarity stemmed from the immense size of the Prime Minister’s Mansion; even Xu Yuan, a local, had only visited this place a few times.

Beixuan Institute, Xiangqin Pavilion.

The residence of the Guest Elder female guests of the Prime Minister’s Mansion.

Indeed, Lou Ji’s own mansion was also here.

While thinking about this, Xu Yuan suddenly realized he might not have brought his Human Skin Mask and subconsciously halted his steps. Before he could reach with his Will-spirit into the Sumeru Ring, he heard Lou Ji’s voice, brimming with amusement:

"You’re wearing that mask and then walking beside me, trying to ’cover the ears to steal the bell’?"

"...."

With an awkward smile, Xu Yuan asked softly,

"Should I head back to the inner courtyard first?"

"To get there from here, you have to pass by the lake pavilion. Ran Jianli is over there."

"...The State Preceptor is looking for Ran Qingmo?"

"Yes."

"....." Xu Yuan grew somewhat nervous.

Having already witnessed the power of a Saint tonight, and despite the vastness of the Prime Minister’s Mansion, with that old sword master’s cultivation, a casual sweep of his Will-spirit would probably detect him.

Lou Ji chuckled, her lips pursing into a red crescent:

"Rest assured, your father has already gone there; he’s watching over him. Just don’t barge under his nose, and you’ll be fine."

Xu Yinhè’s visit to Ran Jianli was not solely to prevent the latter from taking action but also because the Prime Minister’s Mansion was cleansing its own house tonight.

And family scandals should naturally not be publicized.

While speaking, Lou Ji’s eyes held a meaningful and melancholic depth:

"Moreover, Changtian, the people being dealt with today are all old-timers of the Prime Minister’s Mansion; there are likely some you know."

...

...

Lou Ji’s first visit was to an elderly woman, known as Granny Long.

Xu Yuan didn’t recognize her, but considering she remained within the Prime Minister’s Mansion tonight, she must certainly be an important high-ranking official.

She was spirited and stood with a straight back; her every move exuded an aristocratic elegance, signalling that in her youth, she must have been a peerlessly beautiful woman.

Even though her beauty had faded with time, traces of her past grace could still be discerned in her eyes and brows.

When Granny Long opened the courtyard door and saw Lou Ji outside, a slight, soft smile immediately adorned her thin lips.

It was gentle, with a hint of surprise.

Lou Ji’s expression bore little difference.

It seemed they were long-time intimate friends.

Without a word, Granny Long moved to welcome Lou Ji inside, but this motion halted abruptly when her gaze fell upon Xu Yuan.

Granny Long recognized the identity of the young man at Lou Ji’s side.

But,

The reports she had received stated that he had already been assassinated and killed.

Fine snowflakes like goose feathers gently drifted down into the courtyard.

Granny Long silently looked up at the sky, her eyes not betraying her thoughts; when she lowered her head, she silently turned and walked into the courtyard.

Lou Ji gave Xu Yuan a look, indicating for him to wait here.

The courtyard door closed, isolating everything within from the outside.

The snow continued to fall.

When the courtyard door opened again, Lou Ji walked out calmly.

Xu Yuan looked at her but asked nothing.

The two proceeded in silence toward the next courtyard.

Snow mist, stirred up by the passing Sword Qi, had once again begun to layer upon the ground, crunching underfoot.

Suddenly,

"If you want to ask, then ask."

"Heh....."

Xu Yuan looked at his elder sister’s composed profile, his eyes filled with contemplation:

"She...was she your friend?"

Lou Ji cocked her head, seemingly pondering how to answer.

After a while, she finally spoke softly,

"I...I used to call her ’miss’."

Xu Yuan fell silent all of a sudden.

Lou Ji let out a gentle laugh, then said wistfully,

"Sister remembers once telling you that I too was once deemed a ’lowly commoner’ by those Sects."