Chapter 37 Amidst chaos, a young man's emotions stir.
The residence of Princess Jinning.
Qingyu looked at the woman sitting in the high seat. She was dressed in gorgeous clothes and wore a jade hairpin. She was charming and elegant. Her eyes and brows exuded wealth and nobility.
Princess Chang was undoubtedly beautiful, but what was even more striking about her was the nobility and composure that she had acquired from years of being in a position of power and wealth.
Qingyu and Wenchuan sat at the lower end of the table. When they arrived, the princess was watching the newly practiced dance of the young people from the Western Frontier. At that moment, Qingyu and Wenchuan quickly explained their purpose. The music and dance music in the room had not stopped.
The fiery and passionate young men from western Xinjiang swayed their hips, their clothing daring, their movements even more outrageous as the bells jingled, carrying a blatant hint of sexiness.
Wen Chuan remained expressionless, while Qing Yu was quite interested. Qishan was in Yizhou in the west, and Xijiang was in Xiliangzhou... both were in the west, so it could be considered her second home.
It's true that the people inside are open-minded and bold, but let alone in the heart of the human royal power, even in Xiliang itself, very few people dare to be so direct in adapting these dances, turning passion into sexiness.
As the princess listened to their conversation, her expression finally changed slightly when she heard that Fan Xiang had also gone to Jianmu Terrace—it was an expression of amusement.
"Ling'an..."
She murmured to herself, glancing at Xueying beside her.
Xueying understood instantly. She slowly withdrew, preparing to send someone to check Jianmu Platform.
Qingyu and Wenchuan weren't in a hurry. Fan Xiang had Zhang Xuan with her, and they were both people of status, so they didn't need to worry too much.
Jin Ning, perched high above, noticed their composed demeanor and couldn't help but feel a surge of interest. Few could so calmly observe the little creatures in her household. Wen Chuan, as a man, felt no humiliation, and Qing Yu, as a woman, felt no attraction.
The friends Fan Xiang has made are much better than that simpleton Zhang.
After a moment, Jin Ning slowly spoke, looking at Qing Yu, "What does Miss Qing Yu think of this dance?"
Qingyu raised her eyes, and the girl's voice was calm, "The dancer is beautiful and bold, and her movements have their own rhythm. It is a good dance."
"oh?"
The eldest princess slowly sat up straight. "So, Miss Qingyu also likes this dance?"
Qingyu shook her head honestly, "This dance is good, but the intention is too obvious."
If she also enjoyed playing these things, she would have already set up a place in Qishan to specifically search for handsome young men. For her, love was just an embellishment to her life. What Qingyu sought in her life was to be unrestrained and carefree, living up to her cultivation.
Seemingly amused by the frankness in her words, the princess smiled and nodded, then looked at Wen Chuan next to Qing Yu. The young man was handsome and gentle, but his composure was full of aloofness. Only when he looked at Qing Yu would the aloofness in his eyes disappear.
Occasionally, as she watched the hot dance moves, Qingyu seemed to think of something. The girl smiled and leaned closer to Wenchuan, whispering something. The boy didn't speak, but his eyes and brows revealed a helpless yet tender smile.
It's for his little lover.
Jin Ning thought that, through the familiarity and warmth between the two of them, the usually cheerful princess rarely recalled the Taoist-robed youth who secretly took her to Jianmutai and counted the stars for her one by one.
It's been three years since we last met.
Thinking of this, Jin Ning gently curled the corners of her lips, but her eyes held a hint of coldness as she looked at the two people below the stage who, despite not saying a word, still exuded a warm aura.
"Miss Qingyu is still young. She will naturally discover the joy of certain things in the future, just as Young Master Wen will."
The woman's voice was sharp with laughter. Qingyu raised an eyebrow, only to see the pretty woman who had just left return to the princess's side and nod to her.
Upon seeing this, Qingyu immediately stood up and bid farewell to the princess.
Jin Ning looked down at Qing Yu and Wen Chuan below her. They were not dressed in fine clothes or of noble birth, yet they gave her a sense of independence from this luxurious place.
Qingyu didn't really think that much about it. This princess was too noble, so noble that Qingyu felt it was no wonder Fanxiang didn't want to go home.
There are people in this world who are born noble and extraordinary, surrounded by followers. Regardless of their true nature, their every move carries a faint hint of contempt. That is the privilege granted to them by power. Even if they do not intend it, even if they are aware of it, what can they do? When a person has been in a high position for a long time, even their emotions become noble and cannot be refused. This applies to others as well as to themselves.
“Your Highness, we will decide what happens to us in the future. We have delivered our message. Farewell.”
After saying that, Qingyu and Wenchuan turned to leave without a trace of regret.
They have their own things to do.
Amidst the sounds of traditional Chinese music and dance, Jin Ning watched their retreating figures and suddenly found it amusing. She said to Xue Ying beside her, "Look at these children, they're so adorable."
Xueying lowered her head and didn't say anything.
The eldest princess seemed oblivious, saying, "That's good. Fan Xiang has friends now, so I won't have any worries in the future."
"It's too late. There are plenty of people at Jianmu Terrace anyway, so they won't miss me."
“Xueying,” she called.
Xueying stood beside her and responded.
"The dance tonight was quite good. Let's choose a better one to serve you tonight. Call me later tomorrow night, and I will personally go to Jianmu Platform to take a look."
Look at her daughter, look at the star she chose in Jianmu Terrace.
...
Meanwhile, at the Demon Suppression Pavilion.
Qin Tianshu didn't know why he had come. The scholar had a vague feeling that the meaning behind the star map was related to the Demon Suppression Pavilion.
The Demon-Suppressing Pavilion in Shengjing is a nine-story tower.
This tower stands in the imperial city, its exterior unremarkable, but its interior holds a wealth of wonders.
The cultivators are divided into four levels: Heaven, Earth, Profound, and Yellow. Heaven is the highest level and Yellow is the lowest. They work on the first, second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth floors, respectively, while the ninth floor is the residence of the three deputy pavilion masters.
As for the Pavilion Master, he has only ever been mentioned in seclusion by the three Deputy Pavilion Masters. Therefore, many people say that the Demon Suppression Pavilion does not actually have a Pavilion Master, or that its true master is the emperor of each generation.
Ultimately, no one clarified anything, no one said anything more, and the Demon Suppression Pavilion just existed, and continued to exist.
Qin Tianshu looked at the tall tower in front of him. The scholar gently waved his fan, and countless ink characters flew past the boy's eyes. He stepped into the tower and strolled leisurely. In a short while, he had reached the seventh floor.
The scholar looked up, and as he gently waved his fan, he saw someone.
Moonlight streamed through the window, and atop the tower, a girl in green looked at him with puzzled eyes, tilting her head to gaze at him.
"How did you get in?"
Qin Tianshu was stunned for a moment, "He walked in."
Wuxin: "Oh, is there something you need?"
Qin Tianshu opened his mouth, "Oh right, I didn't actually have anything on my mind. I... was just curious."
Wu Xin nodded. "Then take your time looking around. Remember to close the door when you leave."
After saying this, the woman in green prepared to walk around him and go downstairs, her dress seemingly brushing against him lightly.
Qin Tianshu suddenly came to his senses; the illusion downstairs had not yet been dispelled.
"wait--"
Before the scholar could finish speaking, the woman in green walked down the stairs with ease, and the illusion shattered.
Hearing his voice, she didn't turn around. The girl remained expressionless, only unconsciously furrowing her brows. After a moment, she seemed to think of something and relaxed her brows.
Finally, she raised her hand and waved to him naturally, "Goodbye."
The moon hangs in the sky, never changing its direction.
Inside the nine-story tower, the young man stood alone, bathed in moonlight.
Qin Tianshu stood frozen in place, and unusually, he remained there for quite a while.
The sound of footsteps rang out, and the scholar immediately looked up—
Wen Chuan and Qing Yu looked at him in surprise.
Qin Tianshu: "..."
Wen Chuan approached him, "Are you alright?"
Qingyu asked in confusion, "Why are you acting like you're dumbfounded? What did you see?"
Qin Tianshu took a deep breath, then exchanged a glance with them. The scholar gripped the fan handle tightly, his eyes filled with solemnity and nervousness.
"I……"
"It was love at first sight."
...
Qingyu and her two companions went up the stairs. Surprisingly, there was a strange woman on the seventh floor of the Demon Suppression Pavilion, but the eighth and ninth floors were completely deserted.
Qin Tianshu remained silent, as if he was still thinking about that moment when his heart fluttered.
Wen Chuan suppressed a laugh and had no choice but to push him along. The three of them made it to the ninth floor.
To their surprise, the ninth floor was very empty, not even as spacious as the lower floors with tables and chairs. It looked neither like an office nor a place to live.
An open space, a tall building, and moonlight.
So this is the ninth floor of the world-famous Demon Suppression Pavilion.
Qingyu walked into the open-air high-rise building and looked out. The sky was filled with stars and the lights of Shengjing stretched for thousands of miles.
The girl smiled unconsciously; it was such a high place.
Beneath the sky, above countless homes, Wen Chuan slowly walked to her side. The young man turned his head to look at her, "Are you cold?"
Qingyu continued looking up at the high place and subconsciously said, "It's alright."
Wen Chuan: "Yeah, I'm a little cold."
Upon hearing this, the girl turned her head in surprise to look back at Wen Chuan. They looked at each other, their calm gazes meeting.
Qingyu suddenly turned her head and took one last look at the high place. The girl's eyebrows were curved, and her voice was filled with a helpless smile.
"What should we do? It's too high up here..."
She paused, then turned and smiled playfully at Wen Chuan, suddenly and naturally taking his hand.
"Let me take you away."
Wen Chuan lowered his eyes and looked at their clasped hands. The boy's expression remained unchanged, but when he turned his hand, their grip tightened even more in an instant.
Beneath the starry sky, she took away a beautiful star that was afraid of the cold.
...
Qin Tianshu, who had just come to his senses and witnessed this scene, was speechless.
He turned his head away silently, continuing to look at the open space, recalling the woman in green from just now.
Qingyu and Wenchuan stayed with him in this open space for a long time. Unable to hold back any longer, Qingyu asked Qin Tianshu, "What exactly are you doing here?"
Qin Tianshu: "..." Right, why did he come here? Oh, out of curiosity.
Qingyu: "..."
Bored, she walked to the wall and leaned against it; the place felt too empty.
Seeing this, Wen Chuan put his arm around his shoulder and said to him with a helpless yet amused expression, "You like it that much?"
It was almost dawn, and apart from the moonlight, there was nothing else in the Demon-Suppressing Pavilion. The young man said softly,
"I don't know, I just feel like I want to see her again."
Qingyu leaned lazily against the wall with her arms crossed, and asked, "One time?"
The girl shook her head, and as she passed Qin Tianshu, she chuckled leisurely, "Clearly, he has many facets..."
Her tone shifted, full of mocking laughter. Qin Tianshu didn't refute her, and the three of them left the Demon Suppression Pavilion empty-handed.
It is worth mentioning that Qin Tianshu also made sure to close the building door properly.
Build a wooden platform.
Lin Fengzhi remained seated in meditation. Beneath the starry sky, his face appeared weak, and a shimmering white spiritual energy emanated from his body.
Lin Fanxiang stayed by his side, helping him recover his energy.
The Second Prince Yan Xuanci and Wuqing stood to one side, opposite them, Zhang Xuan also had a cold face, holding the Blood Moon Blade in his arms.
As long as Lin Fengzhi can't explain the significance of this star map, this matter won't end.
Of course, it's not certain. Everything eventually comes to an end. If there's no explanation, then blood will suffice.
...
Orange Garden.
The boys planned to go to Jianmutai again in the morning. With about an hour to spare, they returned to their rooms.
Qin Tianshu rarely took out painting scrolls, paper, and brushes from his book basket. He hesitated for a long time until the ink drop from the brush tip fell onto the blank painting scroll.
The image of the woman in green seemed to be right before my eyes, yet it was instantly blurred by the moonlight.
The scholar sighed softly and put down his pen.
He wasn't unaware of how strange it was, but he just really wanted to see her again.
...
The wind blew through the starlight, and Wen Chuan picked up his pen and sketched the star map they had seen together that night on the paper. The boy wrote quickly, as if he had sketched it out a thousand times in his mind.
The final star map is revealed—ink lines divide the world, revealing its turbulent winds.
Wen Chuan pondered, his gaze unconsciously drifting to the other side.
Separated by a wall, Qingyu was comfortably catching up on sleep in bed. Under the girl's pillow, the wooden flower that Wenchuan had carved for her was gently glowing.
No one knows.
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