Chapter 62 Ling Zixia lights candles and waits for you to come

The bedroom in Jingsiyuan returned to its former tranquility, as if nothing that had just happened had happened.

After Nanny Guifang took Mo'er and Xiaoxing to clean up the mess, she bowed and retreated to the outer room to keep watch.

In the bedroom, only Ling Zixia and Qing'er, the master and servant, were left, and the atmosphere seemed a little depressing.

Qing'er changed Ling Zixia into a light nightgown and then made the bed for her.

"Master, it's late. You should go to bed early. You still have to give acupuncture to Doctor Sun tomorrow." Qing'er advised in a low voice, her tone full of concern.

Ling Zixia did not go to bed to rest immediately. She just walked slowly to the window and pushed open the carved wooden window.

A bright moon hangs high in the night sky, and the cold moonlight pours down like mercury, coating the entire courtyard with a layer of holy silver frost.

Ling Zixia looked quietly at the moonlight outside the window. Her eyes were deep and distant, and no one knew what she was thinking at the moment.

Qing'er knew that her master had something on her mind, so she didn't dare to say anything more to disturb her and could only stay quietly by her side.

After a long time, Ling Zixia slowly turned around, and no emotion could be seen on her face.

Instead of going to the bed, she walked over to the dressing table and sat down in the chair again.

On the dressing table, there was still the "Ghost Candle" that Zhao Wenxuan had brought earlier. It was now burning quietly, emitting a faint soothing fragrance.

Ling Zixia looked at the flickering candlelight, a barely perceptible glint in her eyes, as if she was waiting for something.

She stretched out her slender jade fingers and took out a small silver needle from her dressing table. That was the prop she had used to pretend to cough up blood.

She placed the silver needle over the candle flame and gently warmed it, then quickly pricked her fingertip with an extremely skillful technique.

A drop of bright red blood oozed out from her fingertips, appearing particularly enchanting in the candlelight.

She did not wipe the drop of blood, but gently placed her bloody finger on the wick of the burning candle.

At the moment when her blood bead came into contact with the dancing flame, an extremely strange scene happened.

There was only a soft "puff" sound, and the candle flame, which was originally a warm orange-yellow color, suddenly turned into a faint, ghost-like green color.

The emerald green firelight illuminated the entire room in a dismal green, and the atmosphere instantly became gloomy and eerie.

Qing'er gasped in shock at the incredible scene before her, her face full of horror and confusion.

She didn't understand why her master turned the candlelight into such a horrifying appearance.

There was no emotion on Ling Zixia's face. She just looked at the emerald green flame quietly, with an unfathomable smile on the corner of her mouth.

She knew that this so-called "ghost fire" was nothing more than a chemical reaction caused by combining the special "Medicine King Bloodline" component in her own blood with the special wax of the "Netherworld Candle".

This emerald green flame itself has no killing power. Its only function is to emit an extremely special smell.

This smell is extremely faint, so faint that even the hound with the most sensitive sense of smell cannot detect it.

It has no effect on ordinary people, but for a certain type of people, it is an irresistible and fatal temptation.

And those specific people are those who suffer from "cold syndrome", such as... His Royal Highness Prince Jing of the current dynasty.

Ling Zixia is playing a big game. She not only wants to stir up trouble in the Prime Minister's Mansion, but also wants to extend her influence to the royal family.

And the Prince Jing, who has a violent temper and suffers from a strange disease, is the best chess piece she has chosen.

She had previously "relieved" Prince Jing's cold at the palace gate and passed information to him through the guard Lin Feng, all just to lay the groundwork.

And this ball of emerald green flame today was the real signal she sent to invite Prince Jing to "fall into the trap."

She believed that as long as Prince Jing was still in the capital, and as long as he still wanted to cure his cold, then tonight, he would definitely follow the "medicinal fragrance" that only he could smell and come to her in person.

After Ling Zixia finished all this, she slowly stood up and gave instructions to Qing'er, who was already scared silly beside her.

"Go and fetch my moon-white coat."

When Qing'er heard this, although she was confused, she immediately did as she was told.

Ling Zixia changed into that simple coat. She did not stay in the room for long, but walked straight to the stone table in the yard.

She asked Qing'er to brew her a new pot of the best Biluochun tea and brought two clean white jade teacups.

Then she waved her hand, signaling Qing'er to leave.

"Master...are you...are you waiting for someone?" Qing'er finally couldn't help it and asked in a trembling voice.

Ling Zi-" Xia did not answer her, she just said lightly.

"Tonight, no matter what noise you hear, don't come out. Got it?"

Her voice was soft, but it carried an unquestionable authority.

Qing'er's heart trembled. She knew that the person her master was going to meet tonight must be an extremely important and extremely dangerous person.

She didn't dare ask any more questions and could only bow her head in response, then quickly retreated to the servants' room and closed the door tightly from the inside.

In the entire Jingsi Academy, Ling Zixia was the only one left.

She sat alone at the cold stone table. She poured herself a cup of hot tea and also poured another cup for the empty seat opposite her.

The lingering fragrance of tea slowly spread under the cool moonlight, mixing with the faint and strange aroma in the air.

She picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then waited quietly.

She was waiting for a big fish, a fish big enough to stir up the entire court, to fall into her trap.

Time passed minute by minute, the night grew darker, and the chirping of insects around gradually subsided.

It was three o'clock in the morning and everything was quiet.

An extremely slight, almost imperceptible sound of breaking through the air suddenly came from outside the high walls of Jingsi Temple.

Immediately afterwards, a tall and agile black shadow, like a ghost, silently climbed over the courtyard wall and landed steadily on the open space in the center of the courtyard.

The black shadow's movements were extremely light and agile, and there was no sound when it landed, showing its extremely high martial arts skills.

He raised his head, revealing a face that looked handsome yet evil in the moonlight, and his deep eyes flashed with a beast-like brilliance.

The person who came was none other than the current Prince Jing, Zhao Tianqing.

He followed the strange fragrance that made his blood boil and found this place.

When he saw the woman in plain clothes sitting alone at the stone table, leisurely sipping tea, a trace of undisguised surprise and possessiveness flashed in his eyes.

He knew that he had come to the right place tonight.

Ling Zixia slowly raised her head after the uninvited guest appeared.

There was no trace of surprise or panic on her face, as if she had already expected his arrival.

She looked at him with a faint and distant smile on her face.

She stretched out her hand and made a "please" gesture, and her voice rang out like heavenly sound in the silent night.

"Your Highness, I have been warming this cup of tea for you for a long time."