Chapter 36, another section, connects to His Majesty's passage...
"Did you really foresee the events surrounding the late emperor?"
With no outsiders present, Mingyue's gaze became much sharper and more serious. If Seventeen had seen it, he would probably have exclaimed in surprise, "This is clearly His Majesty!"
Facing his skeptical gaze, the abbot remained calm and composed: "It is understandable that Your Majesty does not believe me, but I have never uttered a single falsehood."
Mingyue naturally harbored some doubts and curiosity about this. In his opinion, these things were all just superstition, but he couldn't see the slightest hint of guilt on the host's face.
"snort."
But he had no intention of getting entangled with the host any further. Whether it was true or false, he figured it wouldn't be revealed right under his nose.
The abbot slowly stood up, clasped his hands together, and bowed to the bright moon, saying, "If Your Majesty does not believe me, this old monk can now perform a preliminary calculation."
Mingyue raised an eyebrow, looking at him with interest, and asked, "Okay, what does that count as?"
"Hehe, Your Majesty, please extend your hand for us to see."
Mingyue did as he was told and extended his hand. The abbot then ran his fingers across Mingyue's palm a few times, a look of "I knew it" on his face.
"What did you figure out?"
Mingyue crossed her arms and looked at him, waiting to see what kind of answer the host would give her.
“When that seventeenth benefactor came a few days ago, I saw that his love star was shining brightly, but it was covered by a veil, so I couldn’t see clearly.”
The host didn't rush to talk about him, but instead started talking about Seventeen.
Upon hearing this, Mingyue frowned slightly, somewhat confused by the host's meaning. What did "the Red Phoenix Star is in motion" mean? Did Seventeen have someone she liked?
"But the Seventeenth Benefactor denied it outright. This old monk has never miscalculated, so I looked a little longer. Hehe, it turns out that the other end of the Red Phoenix Star is connected to His Majesty."
The host's words stunned Mingyue. Logically speaking, if someone else had treated him like that, he would have been somewhat angry.
For example, once, an official tried to persuade him with great affection, claiming that his daughter was a perfect match for him based on their past relationship with the emperor. Upon hearing this, he immediately kicked the official out, which silenced those eyeing his position in the harem for a while.
Upon hearing the host say this, Mingyue's first thought was: Impossible.
The second thought came to mind the way Seventeen looked that night, her cheeks flushed, nestled in his arms.
But no matter how you look at it, it seems absurd.
I've been thinking about whether I like women or men lately, but I haven't come to any conclusions. I just keep doing things that don't fit my personality when I look at Seventeen.
If it were an outsider, they would probably be shocked. No wonder Long Zhaoming looked at him with such a deadpan expression every day. He himself knew it too. But he couldn't help it. Looking at Seventeen, he always seemed to lose control of his behavior.
After pondering for a long time, Mingyue only said, "This matter must not be spread."
The host raised an eyebrow slightly, surprised that the person had tacitly agreed, and was somewhat stunned.
However, he quickly realized what was happening and bowed his head with a smile, saying, "Of course, Your Majesty can rest assured."
"Since you can tell fortunes, why don't you predict whether our trip will go smoothly?"
Without the slightest hesitation, the host smiled gently and said, "Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, and the Great Jing will naturally prosper."
That's a nice way to put it, but whether she believed it or not, Mingyue chuckled and turned to leave.
The host stood inside the room watching the departing man, his thoughts inevitably drifting away.
He never speaks nonsense. The Great Jing Dynasty will truly prosper. Just as he refused to associate with the Zhou family, he believed in the destiny he had calculated. Today, after meeting the emperor of the Great Jing Dynasty, he was even more convinced of his belief.
......
Back at the inn, the three packed up and prepared to continue their journey. Since Long Zhaoming had already revealed his identity, there was no need for them to split up. Therefore, the Wangfu's parking lot had been waiting for them at the next location for a long time.
The three bid farewell to the place and began their journey home.
Seventeen seemed a bit restless the whole way. Mingyue glanced at him several times and finally couldn't help but lean over and ask, "Seventeen, what are you thinking about?"
"Ah, Brother Yue."
Seventeen turned her head to look at him, the horse's hooves making a "clattering" sound on the official road, the spring breeze brushing against her cheeks, and she could already feel the warmth.
"I wonder how things are going in the palace."
Talking about the palace is less about being concerned about His Majesty and more about worrying about the emperor.
In Seventeen's heart, he always felt that there was something strange about His Majesty's serious illness, but neither Yue-ge nor His Highness told him, and he would not force them to tell the truth. His Majesty must have a reason for giving such an explanation, but he just felt empty inside.
Mingyue's words came out faster than her thoughts: "Are you missing His Majesty?"
As soon as he said that, he was stunned. He was about to say something when he saw Seventeen nod seriously: "Yes, I do have some thoughts about it."
Seventeen's overly frankness made Mingyue feel somewhat uncomfortable.
I don't know if it was because Seventeen's words were too straightforward, or something else, but even though I knew the other person didn't mean it that way, I still couldn't help but let my imagination run wild.
Long Zhaoming, standing beside the two, wished he were deaf.
What terrible things did he do to deserve seeing his own old iron tree-like elder brother bloom, and bloom in such a messy way?
However, after glancing at Seventeen again and again, he felt that his elder brother's path was still very long and he couldn't see the end at all.
The three of them hurried along and finally reunited with the main group by evening of the following day.
Xiao Mowen dismounted and walked to Long Zhaoming, bowing respectfully: "Your Highness."
Long Zhaoming gave a curt "hmm" and turned to enter the inn.
Seeing this, Xiao Mowen simply scratched his head and looked at Seventeen and Mingyue, asking, "Has everything been resolved over there?"
Seventeen nodded, pulling on the reins: "It's resolved. Now we can focus on heading towards Jiangnan."
Mingyue remained silent, her eyes practically glued to Seventeen, but the person being stared at was oblivious, continuing to tend to the horses.
Xiao Mowen looked left and right, feeling as if he had discovered something, and quietly slipped away, entering Long Zhaoming's room.
"Brother Yue, how long will it take us to get to Jiangnan?"
Seventeen didn't turn around, but asked while feeding the horse hay.
"It will take about half a month."
"Sigh, it's been so long."
Seventeen's tone was somewhat dejected, which made Mingyue uncomfortable. She moved closer to him and asked, "What's wrong? Don't you want to go to Jiangnan?"
"How can you say such a thing? Of course, we must obey the mission assigned by His Majesty."
Mingyue chuckled softly, "It's just you and me here, what's there to worry about?"
"That won't do either. His Majesty taught us that walls have ears."
Seeing Seventeen's serious expression, Mingyue found him adorable and couldn't resist reaching out to pinch his chubby cheek.
"Brother Yue!"
Seventeen stared at him, wondering why he always liked to pinch his own face. What a strange habit.
"Ahem, Seventeen, have you gained some weight?"
"ah?"
Seventeen was stunned as if struck by lightning. After regaining her senses, she muttered to herself, "No, no, I can't get fat. If I get fat, I won't be able to use my lightness skill anymore."
Mingyue was amused by his rambling and leaned against a pillar, tilting her head to look at him: "What are you afraid of? I think you look better when you're a little chubby."
"I'm a bodyguard, why do I need to look so good?"
Seventeen rolled his eyes, patted the hay off his body, and turned to leave. Mingyue quickly followed, smiling and apologizing, "Brother Yue was wrong, don't be angry."
"I'm not angry. I'm not a child anymore."
Seventeen and Mingyue chatted as they walked up to the second floor. The inn had many rooms available this time, so Xiao Mowen booked one for each of them.
Mingyue stood at the door of her room, watching regretfully as Seventeen entered her room without a second thought. She seemed to recall the warm and soft embrace of that night, and suddenly felt a tightness in her throat.
After a good night's sleep, Xiao Mowen and Seventeen sat outside, while Mingyue and Long Zhaoming talked quietly inside the car.
"It will take about half a month to arrive. I hope everything goes smoothly along the way."
Long Zhaoming sighed. He had never felt that the journey back to Jiangnan was so arduous.
Mingyue glanced at him and said calmly, "Stop talking nonsense."
"Oh dear, oh dear."
Suddenly, as if remembering something, Long Zhaoming craned his neck to peek outside and asked in a low voice, "Let's not talk about such formalities between brothers. What exactly do you think of Xiao Shiqi?"
"What, what idea?"
Clearly, Mingyue was pretending to be stupid. Long Zhaoming was a little angry: "Little Seventeen looks so innocent. Don't try to fool her, you old fox."
"You seem to have a good impression of him."
Mingyue gave him a cool look, but still wouldn't budge.
"Don't change the subject. Fine, it's none of my business anyway. But it's always a bit tough between two men. You'd better think it through."
"You seem to have a lot of experience."
Mingyue crossed her arms, raised an eyebrow at Long Zhaoming, and took the initiative to ask, "Then what's going on between you and Xiao Mowen?"
When Mingyue asked him this, Long Zhaoming guiltily looked away and laughed it off, saying, "What do you mean? He's just a wandering swordsman who works at the Prince's mansion now."
"You can fool others, but you think you can fool me?"
Mingyue's tone was disdainful, directly exposing Long Zhaoming's lie. He knew his younger brother too well; he could tell what kind of wicked scheme Long Zhaoming was up to with just a glance.
"...Why should I be obligated to tell you just because you wouldn't tell me when I asked you?"
Long Zhaoming had clearly grown a bit bolder, and he pouted and retorted.
Mingyue snorted and reached out to touch Longyue, but Long Zhaoming quickly pressed her hand down.
"I'll talk, I'll talk, stop scaring me, okay?"
"Explain yourself."
After stammering for a while, Long Zhaoming finally managed to say, "I did pursue her for a while before, but I didn't succeed, so I gave up. We really have nothing to do with each other now."
"You pursued him, but failed? He rejected you?"
Upon hearing this, Mingyue almost grabbed her sword and went out to fight Xiao Mowen. Although she always disliked her annoying younger brother, being disliked by others was a different matter.
"I knew it! He... he's a little... he can't quite grasp it."
Long Zhaoming slumped in his chair, refusing to speak no matter how much Mingyue questioned or threatened him.
"Fine, I have no say in your affairs either."
Mingyue stared intently at Long Zhaoming with her dark eyes, her meaning clear and unmistakable, causing Long Zhaoming's nose to sting with tears.
"Oh, I know what I'm doing, don't worry."
Long Zhaoming sat up abruptly again, pointed at Long Yue, and asked, "Little Seventeen, don't you recognize Long Yue?"
Mingyue shook her head: "I've only seen you a few times, so it's normal that I don't recognize you."
"Hey, haven't you thought about what you'd do if you got caught that day?"
Long Zhaoming's face was full of schadenfreude. His elder brother was clearly moved by the current state of affairs, but if Seventeen knew the truth, he might be angry.
Mingyue simply lowered her eyes and gently wiped the moonlight from the veil, saying in a calm voice, "There is always a way when you reach the end of the road."
Although his tone was calm, Long Zhaoming could vaguely sense the underlying worry in his voice. He immediately felt as if he had learned something extraordinary and laughed in an extremely eerie way.
The result was that I got glared at again.
The carriage swayed gently as Seventeen sat outside chatting idly with Xiao Mowen.
The other party was a former江湖客 (jianghu keng, a person who travels the martial arts world), and knew a lot, which made Seventeen listen intently.
"Brother Xiao is amazing. No wonder His Highness chose him to stay by his side."
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