Zu An was startled and abruptly stood up, looking warily in the direction of the sound. He saw that the beautiful woman was no longer on the ribbon.
He subconsciously looked down and saw Yun Jianyue lying on the ground rubbing her bottom, her long hair cascading down her backside in a disheveled state, looking utterly pathetic.
He glanced at the still-swaying ribbons above, then at her on the ground, and seemed to understand something; a slight smile appeared on his lips.
"If you dare to laugh, you're dead!" Yun Jianyue suddenly turned around and stared at him, her eyes filled with danger.
However, her face was burning hot at this moment. It was so embarrassing. Not long ago, she had confidently said that she would never fall, but she was proven wrong so soon.
She was the dignified leader of the Holy Church, yet she was so embarrassed to be so disheveled in front of a young junior that she almost wanted to dig her toes into the ground.
"Don't worry, I've undergone rigorous training and I generally don't laugh, unless... I can't help it, hahahaha..." Zuan couldn't help but chuckle.
Cloud Moon: "..."
Anger from Yun Jianyue: +233 +233 +233...
Feeling a little embarrassed, she said coldly, "If you're so capable, try it and see if you can fall down!"
Zuan shook his head: "I'm the kind of person who loves to overthink all day long. I can't achieve a clear and pure mind, so I won't go looking for trouble."
Cloud Moon: "..."
She remembered that the other person had specifically reminded her earlier, and she thought there wouldn't be any problem.
"I refuse to believe in this nonsense!" she snorted, lightly touched the ground with her toes, and lay back down on the silk ribbon.
She swayed a little halfway through, but remained lying there steadily without falling.
Zuan said, "Your soul is damaged. Forcing yourself not to sleep like this will make it difficult to recover from your injuries."
Yun Jianyue's heart skipped a beat. In fact, she was forcing herself not to fall asleep, otherwise she would be extremely embarrassed if she fell down again.
Actually, the second time she lay on this ribbon, she understood why the other party pointed out that this way of sleeping required a pure and tranquil mind. Although she had reached the Grandmaster realm, her soul was damaged this time, and her mind was cluttered with thoughts, making it impossible for her to remain calm and sleep on it.
It's fine when you're awake, but once you fall asleep, your body is out of control, and it's easy to fall.
Seeing that she didn't say anything, Zu'an knew that she wouldn't be able to back down for a while, so he said, "I'm going to sleep first. If you can't hold on for a while, you can come and sleep in the bed. We can each sleep on one side and keep to ourselves. We're all people of the martial arts world, there's no need to be so formal."
After saying that, without waiting for a response, she turned over and went back to sleep.
Yun Jianyue was taken aback, and her heart wavered. In these critical times, if she didn't get enough rest at night, her damaged soul would recover even more slowly. Why suffer for the sake of saving face?
Besides, what could this guy possibly do to her? He likes Hong Lei, and she's practically his elder.
Moreover, she wasn't entirely without the ability to protect herself. If the other party had any ill intentions, she could make them regret ever being born.
With that thought in mind, she made a decision.
However, she couldn't bring herself to go to bed right away, so she lay there for a while longer. When she heard the other person's breathing gradually become calm, indicating that he had fallen asleep, she gently jumped off the ribbon.
When she got to the bedside, she found that the other person was sleeping on the inside, leaving most of the bed open.
Yun Jianyue's expression shifted between light and dark, but she eventually lay down beside him, keeping a great distance and avoiding any contact.
She took a deep breath to calm her chaotic emotions and said coldly, "I don't care if you're really asleep or pretending. Come over here and I'll chop off your hands and stomp on your feet, you hear me?"
But all she got in response was Zuan's snoring as he slept.
Yun Jianyue then closed her eyes with unease. Her soul had been severely damaged and she needed more rest. She was too exhausted to hold on any longer and soon fell asleep.
Meanwhile, Cheng Xiong was in no mood to sleep, his eyes red as he investigated the assassins who attacked Kunning Palace.
With such a major incident in the palace, he knew that if he couldn't find anything, the emperor would most likely take advantage of the situation to get rid of him.
While sending men to search the palace for any remaining assassins, he also summoned some of the guards on patrol and asked them if they had noticed anything unusual. He instructed them not to overlook anything, no matter how insignificant, and to investigate every clue.
After questioning one group of soldiers after another, someone suddenly said weakly, "I think I saw two embroidered-robed messengers coming out of the house of the Eleventh Master of the Golden Rank during the patrol earlier."
"Gold Medal Eleven?" Cheng Xiong frowned. Why was it him again? Suddenly, his eyes lit up, as if he realized something, and he immediately asked, "Are you sure it's two Embroidered-Robed Envoys?"
It is important to know that the Embroidered-Robe Envoys have a very sensitive status. Even among themselves, they rarely show their true faces. If they need to discuss matters, they will go to the government office to discuss them. The palace has specially set up offices for them, and they would never invite another Embroidered-Robe Envoy to their private residence.
"Yes, I'm sure. The other embroidered-robed envoy is a bit petite. Everyone's guessing that Lord Eleven has a penchant for homosexuality, so he found a slender subordinate to play with, hehe." The guard was glad that his superior didn't have that fetish. He always enjoyed seeing others suffer.
"That can't be right. I saw that the other person's clothes also seemed to belong to a Gold Medal Envoy. He's not his subordinate, is he?" another guard asked, somewhat puzzled.
"Really? I didn't pay much attention. The embroidered robes of all the envoys look pretty much the same." Several guards discussed among themselves, debating whether the person they saw was a subordinate or a gold-medal envoy.
This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
