Although the outside world has always spread about how the Lord of Shenxue Palace is "pretentious" and "mature at a young age", Wu Ting still smells a dangerous smell from the other party that cannot be ignored after a brief infatuation.
That smell wasn't the usual bloody scent of their demon race. What demon in the Suzaku Realm had lived to this age without seeing blood? Compared to blood, that kind of danger was more subtle, sharper, and more cruel.
Perhaps it was from the look on Shenxue Palace Master's face as he treated all the forces, big and small, that came to Qingping Prefecture to inquire equally, perhaps it was from the way he looked at a great demon as if he were looking at the grass on the ground, perhaps it was from the way he moved a command arrow as if it were a cheap building block, Wu Ting, who was originally filled with admiration, finally calmed down.
"This paper lantern is dazzling. The Pavilion Master is thoughtful."
Hearing this, Wu Ting did not show any excitement, but his shoulders drooped a little.
It's like this again, "These rare treasures are priceless, the Pavilion Master is thoughtful.", "These calligraphy and paintings are very elegant, the Pavilion Master is thoughtful.", "This batch of information is priceless, the Pavilion Master is thoughtful."... This is like a fixed sentence pattern. Just choose a quantifier based on the amount of the gift, and then fill in four words to describe it. The last Pavilion Master can be replaced by "Master", "Gang Leader", or "Your Excellency" at any time.
Frankly speaking, Wu Ting was a bit skeptical—though he wouldn't be so abrupt—even if he presented the other person with a pile of excrement as a gift, the Palace Master of Shenxue would only say in a bland and polite manner, "This pile of excrement stinks incredibly. Pavilion Master, you're so thoughtful."
"I'm a rough guy, and I've been making the Palace Master laugh these days." Wu Ting rubbed his palms awkwardly, "But there's one thing I can't figure out, and I want to ask the Palace Master."
"Master, you are too modest. But you can say whatever you want." Han Qianling's tone was very polite.
"Old Wu, I'm a rough man, with a dull mind and little experience. But the Five Colors Pavilion is a vast and powerful place, and so many people want a piece of it. I've been coming here to offer my courtesy these days. If the Palace Master just asks, I'd give you my entire fortune. Why aren't you surprised at all?"
His description was an understatement. How could Han Qianling's expression be more than a mere lack of surprise? A large, fragrant pancake was placed right next to his mouth, yet not only did he not nod or open his mouth, he even hesitated to offer the slightest hint of expression.
"Master, there's no need to torment yourself." Han Qianling's next words shocked Wu Ting so much that he gasped. However, his voice was still polite, courteous, and even humble. "Qingping Prefecture is a tiny place, and Yizhou is no bigger than a palm. For me to obtain the entire Northland is as easy as taking something out of a bag. I was surprised and happy at the same time, but it was too much."
Now Wu Ting stared at Han Qianling and couldn't utter a word for a moment.
After a long while, he managed to say in a trembling voice: "Palace, Palace Master..."
"Pavilion Master, don't worry. I have no other intentions towards the Five Colors Pavilion. You will always be the Pavilion Master. If the time is right, you may also become the Master of Qingping Mansion."
Leader of Qingping, Lord of Qingping Mansion; the difference of only two words, but there is a world of difference between them.
Wu Ting understood Han Qianling's implication and swallowed hard, "Then... I guess the Palace Master must have been the Lord of Yizhou by then."
He suddenly remembered that when he was a little demon, his father found a rabbit demon to teach him some skills. For some reason, the rabbit had become pedantic and didn't bother to teach him the proper demon skills. Instead, it shook its head and told him a bunch of nonsense like "There is a fish in the North Sea, its name is Kun". In the end, he beat him up and threw him out of the cave without giving him a single cabbage.
Now that he thought about it, he realized he might have hit the man too hard. "A morning mushroom doesn't know the new moon or full moon, and a cicada doesn't know the spring or autumn." He had been completely confused by the saying before, but now he understood what it meant.
He still couldn't understand why the other party was not tempted by the big piece of cake he had placed in front of him. He didn't know that his whole piece of cake was just a piece of snack crumbs in the other party's eyes.
The Five Colors Pavilion Master gave a wry smile, recalling the time they'd clashed. With a single blow, the Deep Snow Palace Master had inflicted a crushing pressure on him. That pressure lasted only a moment, and he'd thought he'd fainted, but it wasn't an illusion.
"It was I, Old Wu, who offended you before. From now on, I am willing to die for the Palace Master."
After he said this, he inexplicably looked up to see Han Qianling's expression. Even with this act of loyalty, the Palace Master of Shenxue Palace didn't even curl her lips. She simply raised her cup and offered him a cup of tea.
"Palace Master, I sent the wrong thing." Wu Ting smiled bitterly and sighed almost in despair, "The Beauty Lantern is made of bamboo and paper after all. It's empty, so how can it have a heart?"
"Wrong." Wu Ting's eyes widened upon hearing this rebuttal. He had assumed the person on the other side would only use phrases like "Master, your opinion is correct" to brush off everyone.
Han Qianling's slender fingers easily tore open the tissue paper of the beauty lamp. Ordinary people would always avoid damaging things that resembled themselves. Not to mention that they would feel it was unlucky to have their portraits damaged, they would also be worried if the jade lock on their belts broke. But Han Qianling tore apart the beauty lamp that was very similar to his own description without any reluctance in his movements.
He picked up the candle in the lamp, and the flame burned on his fingertips. Wu Ting saw with his own eyes that the eyes of the Palace Master of Shenxue were surprisingly gentle at this moment.
He stared at the flame on his fingertips, as if he saw someone he had been concerned about for a long time through the dancing flames. The Lord of Shenxue Palace smiled and slowly answered the question he had just asked.
"The beauty lamp is not empty."
“It has light in its heart.”
The author has something to say: Phew... I wrote the last chapter on Sunday, but I feel it would be unfair to end it there.
The last chapter is considered as this week's update. This chapter is 3000 words. I promised 8000 words last week. I still owe you 5000 words. I will make up for it bit by bit~
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