Chapter 11 Identity "He...he's a demon—"
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After that day, Mu Qingheng got busy again.
Not only him, but Sheng Yuanting has also become very busy these past few days. Mu Meng hasn't received his guidance for almost half a month.
"Greetings, Your Highness. Is there anything urgent that you have come to see His Highness the Crown Prince?"
That day, after finishing her cultivation, Mu Meng went straight to Mu Qingheng's palace, intending to watch him drink his medicine. A guard stood watch by the palace gate, and upon seeing her, respectfully inquired...
Mu Meng recognized most of the guards here and nodded with a smile: "Yes." Seeing her brother drinking his medicine properly was of course an important matter.
The guard bowed his head and said, "Please wait inside for a moment, Your Highness. I will immediately send someone to deliver a message to His Highness the Crown Prince."
He spoke with a serious expression, and Mu Meng realized that her brother was not in the hall at the moment: "No need, no need, don't bother him. I just came to see him. There's no rush."
"However, my brother has always been back by this time. Is there some important official business today?"
The guard wasn't quite sure either: "His Highness the Crown Prince had already returned, but the secret guard presented him with a letter. After reading it, his expression turned sour. He must have gone to discuss matters with General Xuantian."
Mu Meng understood; these past few days, they had been busiest with matters concerning the demon race.
She was well protected and didn't have to worry about these things, but she had heard about the political affairs outside, especially since they were making such a big fuss.
Unlike the Celestial Clan, the Demon Clan has few offspring. The Demon Emperor has more than a dozen sons, two of whom are almost on par with Yue Liutian. It is conceivable that he would inevitably be powerless to deal with them.
The Moon Flowing Heaven faction advocates maintaining friendly relations with the Celestial Clan. If he cannot succeed to the throne, none of his brothers will maintain the current peaceful relationship with the Celestial Clan.
So this matter is, in essence, a family affair of the demon race, but it is closely related to the celestial race, and the celestial race cannot sit idly by.
However, it is reasonable for his brother to help him, but what is rare is that he would actually ask Sheng Yuanting to be his helper.
Thinking about it, Mu Meng felt a little happy: her brother had finally stopped being prejudiced against Brother Sheng. Actually, putting that incident aside, they were both equally steady, reliable, and exceptionally talented. Given time, they would definitely become good friends.
The hall was empty, and Mu Meng and the others were bored, so they went to Mu Qingheng's study to read some books to pass the time.
The door to Mu Qingheng's study was tightly closed. When the guards at the door saw Mu Meng coming, they all bowed respectfully.
The study was a forbidden area of Changjin Palace, and no one except the Crown Prince was allowed to enter or leave. But Princess Mumeng was the Crown Prince's darling, and they had seen how much he usually doted on her. So what if he let her stay in the study? What if they tore the study apart?
After the guards bowed, they opened the door and invited Mu Meng in, without any intention of stopping him.
Mu Meng had entered and exited this study many times, but each time it was when her brother was there, and she was always talking to him, never paying close attention to the place. This was the first time she had focused her gaze on the study's furnishings—the arrangement was simple, but there were so many books that it was almost comparable to the Celestial Clan's library.
Mu Meng slowly walked over, glancing at each row of bookshelves.
She studied diligently and practiced martial arts from a young age, but her academic achievements were rather ordinary, unlike her brother who was exceptionally talented and had a wide range of interests.
The bookshelf contained not only cultivation techniques and history of the Celestial Race, but also records of other races, and it was very comprehensive. Mu Meng looked through them one by one, and stopped when he got to the row of records about the Demon Race.
The two demons we encountered in the peach blossom forest of Yunze Realm last time, despite the efforts of my father and brother to capture them, have come to nothing, as if they had sunk into the sea.
Moreover, the desolate tomb remained deserted, devoid of any signs of life, and it was unknown where the two demons had come from.
She didn't know much about the demon race, since they had already become extinct when she was born.
With a thought, Mu Meng took a moment to select a book from the bookshelf and slowly flipped through it.
The Demon Race is one of the six clans of the six realms.
Originating in the desolate borderlands, they are mysterious, aloof, and rarely come into contact with other races.
High spiritual power, sharp reflexes, and an extremely strong will.
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Mu Meng read carefully. Her original impression of demons came from the conversations of her elders, who always imagined them to be menacing creatures with blue faces and fangs. In reality, after reading the introduction to demons, she realized they were just another race.
This book says that the biggest difference between the demon race and other races is that their hearts are not made of flesh and blood, but of stone.
However, a heart of stone is still a heart, and with a heart comes emotions, desires, and feelings, no different from an ordinary heart of flesh. Although it is not easily injured by sharp blades, it is sensitive and fragile, and does not easily open itself to others, because once injured, it is difficult to recover.
Mu Meng watched intently, resting his chin on his hand and muttering to himself, "The Demon Clan's stone heart sounds heartless, but I never expected it to be so compassionate..."
As she was looking closely, a commotion suddenly broke out outside. At first, Mu Meng didn't pay attention, but the commotion continued for a long time, as if something had happened.
Mu Meng pushed the book aside and walked to the door, where he saw two rows of guards rushing out.
For some reason, she had a bad feeling: "What happened?"
"Your Highness, no..." The guard on duty at the door was still standing upright, but the expression on his face did not lie, and besides, he was stammering, so it was obvious that something was wrong.
Mu Meng was even more suspicious: "Don't give me a perfunctory answer, tell me everything in detail."
Before the guard could answer, something on her chest began to glow.
Mu Meng's face instantly drained of color—it was the Soul Flower, the Soul Flower was warning him that something had happened to his brother!
"It's...it's His Highness the Crown Prince who's in trouble," the guard said, biting his lower lip. His expression was a mixture of confusion and indignation. He said in a calm voice, "General Sheng Yuanting of Xuantian attempted to assassinate His Highness the Crown Prince. His Highness...His Highness was stabbed through the heart and is in critical condition!"
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The Soul Flower has the ability to teleport instantly, quickly transporting a person to the side of someone they want to protect.
Mu Meng could hardly remember how she activated the Soul Flower. She only remembered that her brother's image kept flashing before her eyes. She would occasionally think of Sheng Yuanting, as if she could see him stabbing his brother's heart with a sword, and hear the thunderous words "life hanging by a thread" echoing in her ears.
She channeled her spiritual power and instantly arrived at Sheng Yuanting's residence.
A large crowd has already gathered here.
"how so……"
"Who could have imagined this would happen? Sigh, back then..."
"We can't jump to conclusions without verifying the information."
"The facts are clear and obvious, so what misunderstanding could there be?"
"What a pity..."
"Step back, all of you." Mu Meng said as she strode forward. She was young and obedient, and rarely gave such direct orders to her elders, but she couldn't care less at this moment.
The ground was covered in blood, dark red and scalding hot. The overwhelming smell of blood made you almost feel its heat.
The bloodstains showed signs of being stepped on, with streaks of blood clinging to them, making the ground a dirty mess.
Mu Meng's breathing became erratic. Sheng Yuanting lay in a pool of blood, his eyes wide open, his hand desperately reaching forward—
Beside him, Mu Qingheng stood quietly.
He was thin and tall, with extremely delicate, pale skin that was almost transparent. He stood tall and elegant, and bright red blood kept gushing from his chest, gradually staining his cool white shirt a deep red.
"Brother!—" Before Mu Meng could think about why no one was helping her brother, she rushed forward and placed her small, white hand on Mu Qingheng's chest.
"Your Highness, you mustn't!" someone in the crowd shouted.
Mu Meng ignored it completely; her brother was so badly injured that everything else had to be put aside for now. She focused her mind slightly, and her spiritual power immediately surged, pushing the Crimson Heart Pill within her body to its limit.
The sudden expansion and dissipation of spiritual energy caused everyone around to involuntarily take a step back.
Under Mu Meng's protection, Mu Qingheng was unaffected by the spiritual energy, but sounds gradually rose from all sides:
"Your Highness, there's no need to heal his wounds yet—"
"Your Highness, his wounds shouldn't heal immediately! We need to collect evidence..."
The crowd gradually became agitated, with voices calling for her to stop rising and falling.
Mu Meng frowned.
This is a wound from a sharp blade; if left untreated, it could lead to serious long-term health problems. Why is everyone trying to stop her? And...
"Him"? Why don't they all call their elder brother "Your Highness the Crown Prince"?
"misty."
Suddenly, Mu Qingheng grasped Mu Meng's small hand.
His fingertips were icy cold, yet his gestures remained gentle. Mu Meng looked up at him.
His expression was calm, yet beneath that calm lay a subtle hint of bewilderment and helplessness.
Mu Meng saw it clearly, and a sudden pang of pain shot through her heart. Just as she was about to speak, someone in the crowd finally shouted, "He...he's a demon!"
At the same time, Mu Qingheng smiled slightly and said softly, "Mengmeng, you don't need to waste your spiritual energy on me anymore."
A devastating upheaval crashed down on her, the surrounding clamor almost shrill, and Mu Meng's heart sank: "Brother, what happened? What are they saying..."
Mu Qingheng smiled at her, took a step forward, and held Mu Meng's hand tightly without letting go.
"General Xuantian, Sheng Yuanting, attempted assassination but has been executed by me. As for my identity—"
He lowered his head, glanced at the still-dry bloodstains on his chest, and smiled bitterly: "I have only just learned of this myself. This matter is of great importance, and I have countless questions in my heart. I ask... Father Emperor to make the decision."
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