From the past to her current relationship with Xiao Zhun, everything was predestined, but she couldn't bear to expose the truth. But she had lived in peace with these truths for many years, so why did his appearance turn everything upside down?
Even if she was really blind and stupid and brought it upon herself, didn't he stir up trouble and create chaos?
Xiao Nanhui's heart began to beat wildly again, and he felt a surge of anger in his chest that he couldn't relieve until he let it out.
"Madam Bo has been caught in her own trap and deserves the consequences. However, today is supposed to be a happy occasion for the palace, and I caused this incident. This commotion is truly alarming. The Xiao Mansion is already on the verge of collapse. I beg Your Majesty to show some mercy and not to put me on the spot."
As soon as she mentioned the Xiao Mansion, the man's expression instantly turned cold.
"You're implying that I've taken advantage of you?"
Xiao Nanhui remained silent, a kind of stubbornness etched in her silence. She didn't understand the source of this inexplicable stubbornness, only feeling that she had become somewhat self-deceiving, or perhaps she had always been like this.
Prince Xuanyuan now commands hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers from the Guangyao Camp. He is of royal blood and has high prestige in the court. Even when the late emperor was alive, he could not avoid some suspicion of him, let alone now.
Perhaps the emperor was just using her incident to warn the other party, and Mrs. Bo just happened to be caught in the crossfire and became a sacrifice.
Maybe he didn't do this because of her.
Logically speaking, this was perfectly normal, but for some reason, I felt a pang of sadness.
She clenched her fists and unclenched them again, looking at the man with a cold expression beside the flower table.
"Then allow me to ask. Your Majesty, why are you here today?"
Su Wei's expression was colder than ever before, and every word he uttered seemed to be engraved on a stone tablet.
"The chief priest guarding the mausoleum, Zong Da, was ordered to leave the capital. According to the law, he was not allowed to set foot in the capital until his death. I was suspicious of him, so I came here uninvited."
As expected, he knew every move at the banquet, not because she might be in danger, but because there was someone at the banquet whom he wanted to investigate.
"What? Are you disappointed?" He cast his gaze at her from the darkness, with an unstoppable scrutiny, as if he wanted to penetrate her. "But human nature is like this. We worry that we won't see clearly enough, but we also fear that seeing too clearly will lead to utter disappointment and disgust."
If she was just a little surprised when her inner thoughts were told before, now that her thoughts were mercilessly pointed out, she felt a burning sense of shame.
And what's even more shameful is: she was indeed disappointed.
The reason for her disappointment was that she had expectations for something.
"Your Majesty is very clever and good at winning people's hearts. How could I be his opponent?"
Once she said this, she implicitly acknowledged her disappointment.
But if there is no expectation, where does disappointment come from?
Facing her sarcasm, Su Wei did not get angry. Instead, his expression softened in an instant, and his voice became much softer. For a moment, it was hard to tell whether he was talking to others or to himself.
"I didn't come here because of you, but I have murderous intentions because of you. You should know that joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness are already very far away from me."
His voice was very soft, but it was like a stone sinking into a deep pool in Xiao Nanhui's heart, causing ripples.
How can a human being not have joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness?
Buddhism says: When you have something to worry about and care about, and your heart is moved by emotions, there will be love, hate, infatuation, anger, life and death, and separation.
Could she be the one who pulls at his emotions?
She decided to take the initiative and get to the bottom of the matter.
"May I ask why your majesty intends to kill me?"
The other party did not answer but asked instead.
"Do you know who that old man in brown you were chasing after?"
"I only know that he's a priest. As for the rest..." She paused subconsciously, and finally swallowed the matter of the belt back into her stomach, "I don't know anything else."
Su Wei's fingers tapped lightly on the table, rhythmically, as if he was recalling something.
"Do you still remember the purple-robed swordsman who appeared on the cliffs of the Tianmu River Ancient Road, in front of the Changmi Platform during the Huiri Festival?"
"I remember." Xiao Nanhui nodded, "But what does this have to do with him?"
"It has nothing to do with him, but with the sword in his hand." His fingers paused, and the tapping stopped. "Legend has it that when the sword was forged, a diviner sealed the most important hexagram in the universe within it, saying that when the time came, the hexagram would naturally manifest and save the world. This sword is forged from pure red gold, with a blade three feet and one inch long and a guard three and a half inches wide. It's a single piece, without any markings or inscriptions, save for a hint of red on the jaw. It's the sword of the moving hexagram."
The more Xiao Nanhui listened, the more unbelievable it seemed to him, but even more unbelievable things were yet to come.
"The day this sword was forged, it was given to the then-An Daoyuan for safekeeping, with the intention of slaying all those who spread slander and lies in the world. It was created to purge the emperor's court. Over thirty years ago, after its last owner took it away from the An Daoyuan, it disappeared from public view."
"You mean, Yan Zi is from An Daoyuan?"
Xiao Nan realized something was wrong as soon as he replied.
Dong Yaojian left Andaoyuan thirty years ago, and Yan Zi looks to be only in his early twenties.
"I have said that the sword in Zi Yi's hand was a stolen one. The original owner of the Dong Yao Sword was indeed from An Dao Yuan. He and Xie Li entered the academy at the same year. Their cultivation levels were similar, and both had reached the rank of Grandmaster by the age of forty. Xie Li ultimately stayed at An Dao Yuan, while he chose to enter the secular world and became the late emperor's personal guard. This man's surname was Zong Hao, and he is the Mr. Zong you mentioned."
Xiao Nanhui stood still, feeling as if the blood flow in his body had stagnated, while his previously shattered thoughts were slowly piecing together.
The truth was about to be revealed, but she didn't dare to look at it directly.
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