The man did not turn around; his dark, deep eyes remained fixed on the crescent moon in the sky.
"It's nothing."
Jiang Qingwan couldn't help but glance at him again.
After thinking for a moment, he gently tapped the table with his finger.
"Come here, I have something to give you."
Mo Yunhan then turned around, his expression obscured by the moonlight.
"Give it to me?"
Jiang Qingwan placed the iron bead she had obtained in Majia Village on the table.
The original black has faded, turning into a matte white, like a piece of jade.
It had holes punched in it, and a red cherry blossom and a strange Chinese knot were tied on it.
"You should carry this with you at all times; it will be good for your health. Afterward, change it from once a day to once every three days. If there are no unforeseen circumstances, it may be possible to end it a month earlier."
By then...
If this person is truly a demon, she won't hold back.
Mo Yunhan held the bead in his hand, feeling a cool sensation seep into his skin, which calmed his emotions.
He knew it was a treasure.
Without refusing, she lowered her head and tied it around her waist.
Thank you.
"polite."
Jiang Qingwan took another sip of wine, looking as languid as a cat.
"Let me ask you something. How long did the Great Zhou and the Great Sui fight back then? What was the outcome of the battle?"
At that time, she was probably still locked up in the mountains by her master to learn magic, and she knew absolutely nothing about it.
Mo Yunhan frowned as he looked at her.
Why did you ask about this?
Jiang Qingwan took a bite of meat. "Today I was doing divination for someone. One person's birth date and time were very strange. He was neither born nor died."
She rubbed her fingertips together.
Then I recalled the handkerchief that Zhu Huaijun had set ablaze.
She had met him once before.
That person, neither alive nor dead, had their destiny taken away.
According to the Eight Characters (Ba Zi) method, the person is alive.
It can be found through the blood of blood relatives, but the person is dead.
According to Zhu Huaijun, her brother died in battle.
The entire squad was completely wiped out.
And it wasn't even on a battlefield, which is really strange.
If someone wants to use another person's fate to do evil, countless people would die on the battlefield, so why choose someone who is escorting supplies and provisions?
Moreover, she had looked at that birth chart.
It's not even pure Yin or pure Yang, let alone the rare metal, wood, water, fire, and earth attributes; it's just ordinary and has nothing special about it.
This is what she can't understand the most.
Taking someone's life is no simple spell.
It is listed as one of the ten prohibitions of Zhuge School.
My master once said that if this kind of magic is used and there is a clash of destinies, the person who steals the destiny is very likely to become the one whose destiny is stolen.
It is extremely dangerous.
That person's fate is nothing special, so why would anyone go to such lengths to steal it?
Her curiosity was piqued.
They were even more curious to know who had mastered this magic.
He is either a disciple of Zhuge Liang, or a traitor as his master once spoke of!
Mo Yunhan asked, "Did this person participate in that great battle?"
Jiang Qingwan nodded.
"Are there any case files available for review?"
Mo Yunhan pondered for a moment.
"I'll take you there tomorrow."
Jiang Qingwan was immediately delighted, her bright eyes sparkling with a smile as she raised the small wine jar.
"As a favor, I can give you a few life-saving talismans."
Under the moonlight, the woman's exquisite face was crystal clear and white, as if it were bathed in a layer of holy divine light.
Mo Yunhan gently turned the beads at his waist with his large, well-defined hands, but his eyes remained fixed on the person opposite him.
"Jiang Qingwan, now that you've healed my leg, what are your plans?"
The meat was delicious and fragrant, and Jiang Qingwan was in a great mood, so she replied readily.
"Wandering the world".
Unrestrained and carefree.
Unbound by any restrictions.
The weight on Mo Yunhan's heart grew even heavier.
He knew very well from the question he received at the gate of the patrol camp today that the Emperor had become wary of him.
He then thought of the jade carving that Jiang Qingwan had smashed.
Or rather, this apprehension has long existed.
It's only gotten worse recently.
Back then, he was transferred back to the capital from the army and forbidden from going to the battlefield again.
It was the last imperial edict issued by the retired emperor.
Perhaps it was out of pity for him, but more so, it was for the sake of Emperor Anxin's peace of mind.
But now the Great Zhou is surrounded by wolves and is no longer as stable as it used to be.
If internal strife continues, the Great Zhou Dynasty will be in grave danger.
He composed himself, and his eyes darkened further.
Once he has settled his mother's affairs, he will volunteer to lead an expedition to guard the border for eternity and never return to the capital.
In this way, the emperor's suspicions can be dispelled.
"Jiang Qingwan, before you leave, could you let me see Yun Tianji? I'll agree to any conditions."
Jiang Qingwan paused in her drinking, looking at him with suspicion in her eyes.
"You went to her just to get treatment for your leg, right? Don't you believe I can cure it?"
The second half of the sentence was already quite unpleasant.
Mo Yunhan suddenly stared at her and asked a question.
Are you Yun Tianji?
The question was abrupt, yet it carried a certain degree of certainty.
Jiang Qingwan was stunned, her eyes clearly showing some unease.
It wasn't that she deliberately concealed her identity.
Instead, Yun Tianji is the number one diviner in the world, who came from the Zhuge family.
And she, because of Qin Minglang, has already requested to leave the mountain gate.
This even angered her master, who refused to acknowledge her.
She cannot return to being Yun Tianji of the Zhuge Clan until she receives her master's forgiveness.
"I am not."
She tilted her head back and drank several mouthfuls of wine.
"It's almost time. Let's go to your room."
She got up and left the pavilion. Under the moonlight, her slender figure exuded an indescribable loneliness.
Mo Yunhan looked down at the beads at his waist, his voice low and deep, as if he were contemplating endless bitterness.
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