Chapter 147 Origin Chapter 147 Origin...

Chapter 147 Origin

Everyone thought Yang Xiao would mention the near-death experience, but he made no attempt to bring it up. Moreover, he appeared very elegant and composed, as if he were truly just a guest.

Ling Hao was naturally happy to see this happen. Although she felt a little sorry for Yang Xiao, who had almost died, her heart was now on the side of love, so all she could do was apologize.

After the four people were seated, the food and drinks were served.

Since Ling Hao and Gongzi Yu had just finished breakfast, they were simply keeping the guests company. Hong Qigong, however, didn't seem uncomfortable at all, enjoying his food and drinks.

As for Yang Xiao, he only said a few words occasionally, his gaze and attention entirely focused on the poems. After the poems left, he became restless, apologized, and walked out.

Hong Qigong was a little worried and subconsciously wanted to follow.

"Don't worry, Chief Hong," Gongzi Yu said with a smile, "Left Envoy Yang will be fine." He didn't want to kill him now, and Gongzi Mingyue couldn't get out, so Yang Xiao would indeed be safe. Oh, of course, if Yang Xiao did something excessive, then there was no guarantee he wouldn't lose a hand or a leg.

“I’m not worried about Yang Xiao, I’m worried about that girl who loves poetry,” Hong Qigong said.

Ling Hao said, "Then there's even less to worry about, Seventh Master. You shouldn't waste this fine wine and food. If you leave, the dishes will get cold."

Speaking of this, Hong Qigong couldn't leave. Yes, if he left, the dishes would get cold. Oh well, Yang Xiao should know his place. Consoling himself, Hong Qigong sat down again.

Ling Hao couldn't help but chuckle. Hong Qigong could be quite childlike at times, and perhaps that's why he was able to live such a carefree and unrestrained life.

Gongzi Yu glanced outside, then looked away, her eyes holding a profound meaning. Although her poetry usually seemed harmless, in reality, anyone who angered her was facing certain death.

She was sent to the island as a guard when she was young, not because she was obedient, but because she was skilled. Yang Xiao's martial arts might be considered decent, but he was no match for poetry.

"Please wait, young lady." Yang Xiao caught up with Shici.

Knowing that avoiding the meeting was useless, Shici stopped, turned around and looked at him, "I wonder what important matter Yang Zuoshi has to discuss with me?"

Don't say you're busy, okay? She's busy eating, drinking, or spacing out; these are all very important things.

Yang Xiao stood in front of Shi Ci and glanced at the token at her waist. "Miss Shi Ci, although it may be a bit offensive, I would like to ask you a question."

Shici smirked, "What does Left Envoy Yang want to ask?" Ugh, so annoying, I really want to go back and rest.

"Is the Poetry Girl from the Persian headquarters of the Ming Cult?" Yang Xiao pointed to the token on the Poetry Girl's waist. "That's the token of the Persian headquarters. I can't be wrong about it."

"Yes," Shici readily admitted, then nodded at him and turned to leave.

"Wait." Yang Xiao hadn't expected her to be so decisive, and instinctively wanted to follow her again.

"Left Envoy Yang, you said you only had one question." Shici said this and then disappeared in front of Yang Xiao.

Yang Xiao stared in disbelief at the scene before him. It was as if she had suddenly vanished from the spot. How could this be? He looked around, but indeed found no trace of anyone leaving. Was this also the main altar's martial arts technique?

Of course not. It's just a martial art that Shici specifically practiced to be lazy, and it's very useful in tracking and assassination. Of course, its most useful application is for being lazy, since that's what Shici started with; she never forgets her original intention.

Yang Xiao searched for a long time but still couldn't find the poem. He hesitated for a moment, thinking that he couldn't afford to fall out with Ling Hao, so he didn't search the inn again. He thought to himself that since they didn't seem to be leaving so soon, he still had a chance to find the girl and ask her another question.

When Yang Xiao returned, Hong Qigong had already finished eating the food and wine on the table and said most of what he wanted to say to Ling Hao. Seeing Yang Xiao return, he got up to take his leave. His intuition told him it was best not to stay any longer.

Although he didn't know why, Hong Qigong trusted his intuition. A martial artist's intuition goes beyond mere intuition; naturally, one must believe in it.

Yang Xiao wanted to say something, but he still took his leave with Hong Qigong. Before leaving, he looked back at the inn one last time.

This scene naturally caught Ling Hao's eye, and she was somewhat surprised, "Why is Yang Xiao so concerned about poetry, that he doesn't even care that you want to kill him?"

"It was that guy who wanted to kill Yang Xiao, not me," Gongzi Yu said, refusing to take the blame for Gongzi Mingyue.

"Is there anything special about Shici's background?" Linghao asked curiously. "Never mind, I'll go ask Shici. If she doesn't mind, she'll tell me." With that, she turned and went to find Shici.

From the first time she found the poem hidden in the shadows, she never failed to find it, and this time will certainly be no exception.

Just as Gongzi Yu was about to speak, he watched Ling Hao's efficient departure and felt somewhat annoyed. Damn it, why does everyone have to compete with him for one of A-Hao's spots? It's so annoying.

"Poetry." Ling Hao easily found the poetry, and with a swift movement, she climbed onto the roof and sat down beside her. "Why did you hide on the roof this time?"

The poem says, "It's peaceful here." Although we were still found, as long as it wasn't the young master who found us, it's acceptable.

"Poetry and lyrics, Yang Xiao seems quite interested in you today. Is there anything special about your background?" Ling Hao didn't want to beat around the bush and went straight to the point.

Shi Ci raised her hand and took off the token from her waist, placing it in Ling Hao's hand. "Actually, Yang Xiao doesn't care about me, but rather the meaning this token represents."

"This token?" Ling Hao examined the token in her hand, turning it over and over, but couldn't see anything special about it. Of course, this could also be because she couldn't understand the characters on the token; they were crooked and she really couldn't read them.

Hmm, they do look quite like earthworms.

Shi Ci smiled and said, "Yes, this is the token."

Shici was a holy maiden of the Ming Cult's Persian headquarters, or more precisely, one of three holy maidens. In the Persian headquarters, becoming a holy maiden was an unparalleled honor, granting the potential to become the cult leader. However, the holy maiden was required to travel far and wide, performing meritorious service for the cult. Upon the cult leader's death, the elders would evaluate the holy maiden and select a new leader.

During this period, there were various difficulties to overcome and hardships to conquer, and countless people died along the way. Shici was one of the three holy maidens. Although she was still young at the time, she had extraordinary martial arts talent and was kind and approachable, and was well loved by the sect. Therefore, she had a good chance of becoming the next sect leader.

She no longer wanted to mention the original name of the poem; after all, she is poetry now, and she will always be poetry.

At the last moment, the poem was betrayed by an elder from the Persian headquarters. She knew that the elder's daughter was also a saint, which was why she was attacked. However, she was always wary of other saints, because she knew that the church forbade its members from participating in rituals.

Clearly, the elder believed his daughter could become the next leader, so much so that he risked everything to target the other holy maidens. Shici fell victim to this, her life hanging by a thread. Coincidentally, the emperor's secret guard was within the Persian headquarters and intervened to save Shici.

No one knows why that secret guard was at the Persian headquarters; only the current emperor knows, because that guard disappeared many years ago. But she certainly won't say, so naturally, no one knows.

It's unclear what that guard was thinking, but he brought Shici to the Kyoto guard camp and made her a new guard. Shici, who survived, became a lazy guard who always did only half-hearted tasks.

The emperor, for reasons unknown, took a liking to her poetry and sent her to Prince Yu's side to protect him. In this respect, she and her secret guard were indeed a very well-matched master and servant.

For Shici, survival is all that matters; other things aren't so important. Staying by Gongzi Yu's side is much better than staying in the capital. At least she has more opportunities to slack off and earn money. If the eldest and second young masters were a little more easygoing, that would be even better.

Years passed, and just when Shici had almost completely forgotten her origins, Yang Xiao recognized her token. Shici was still a little annoyed, "Miss, I don't want this token anymore, it's too cumbersome, you can have it."

She's doing quite well now and doesn't want anything to change, much less go back to Persia. So she should just throw this thing away, even though she should have done so a long time ago. She just couldn't bear to part with it before, and then she forgot about it.

"You really don't want it anymore?" Linghao asked, somewhat surprised. "You've worn it for so many years, which shows how important it is to you."

“The person who put this token on me was very important to me back then, but he is no longer important now.” Shi Ci smiled.

The token was placed on her by her biological father, so it held special meaning for her. But now, she's come to terms with it, so it's no longer important, and she can throw it away.

Ling Hao raised an eyebrow, because she realized something.

“It seems you’ve figured it out, young lady.” Shici’s gaze drifted into the distance. “The elder who wants to kill me is actually my biological father. He wants to kill me for another daughter. Perhaps it’s because my biological mother is from the Great Zhou, and I don’t resemble a Persian; I’m more like a Great Zhou. He’s dedicated his life to the Persian headquarters, so he simply can’t accept me. I can understand that.”

I can understand, but I will never forgive.

Since he had always opposed her becoming a saintess, he shouldn't have agreed in the first place. She tried so hard, so desperately, just to get him to look at her a few more times, only to bring about her death. How ridiculous!

She was so ridiculous back then, still harboring fantasies about him. But it doesn't matter, she survived and no longer cares about him. She's doing well, and that's enough.

Oh, of course, it would be even better if we could kill him.

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Author's note: The holiday is over ┭┮﹏┭┮