Chapter 135: Imperial Master

"Yeah, I can do it."

The child tilted his head slightly and looked over.

Her eyes were somewhat blurred, revealing a little stubbornness, and she repeated: "I can do it."

Bei Heng felt complicated, wondering if he was pushing her too early.

She is still so young. She can wait a few more years.

But once the arrow is shot, it cannot be retrieved.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to harden his heart.

She couldn't be a normal child.

"......good."

"Aye knows that Chu'er is the bravest."

"But there's another person who can handle it together. Can you do it?"

There is another person...

Yan Chu was still being forced to kneel beside him.

They had agreed that if he failed the test this time, he would not be able to stay.

Bei Jing initially thought this was simply too overbearing and unreasonable. It was normal for a person to feel some resentment after knowing his or her life experience.

But they can only be unreasonable.

There can be no hidden dangers, what she wants is complete loyalty.

Bei Jingchu moved slowly, step by step, and walked over very slowly.

But no one present urged him to do so.

Step by step, slowly, but each step is firm and decisive.

She stood in front of Yan Chu.

He looked at her steadily, without any desperate struggle, having already accepted his fate.

It takes a lot of strength for a dagger to penetrate the heart, because the heart is protected by a layer of hard bones.

Bei Jingchu threw it in with all his might.

The soft elastic feeling of piercing flesh, the hard blocking feeling of pressing against bones, and finally piercing straight through the heart, and the warmth of his living person came through his hands.

The male protagonist should be an existence that is difficult to surpass.

But with such a sudden blow of the knife, he died.

Human life is really worthless, even the male protagonist she thinks is the center of the world.

Bei Jingchu suddenly let go of the hilt of the sword and stepped back repeatedly.

She retreated too quickly, lost her balance, and fell to the ground.

Yan Chu was still alive, breathing rapidly and trying to survive instinctively.

But gradually, the vitality slowly dissipated and became motionless.

He will gradually stiffen, decay, and become a skeleton.

She...she really...

Not wanting to stay in this bloody palace any longer, Bei Jingchu staggered to his feet and walked outside.

Changyan and Haoyue followed her as usual.

Bei Jingchu paused, "I'll be alone, you guys go back."

The two stopped where they were, not daring to move forward.

The emperor ordered Jiang Zhixian: "Go to Hongwenguan and Yanchi Palace and tell them that the princess will not be going today."

"Let her rest."

Bei Jingchu walked aimlessly, not knowing where to go.

But she didn't want to stop. Once she stopped, the scene just now would emerge more clearly.

It took her a long time to realize that the scenery around her had become unfamiliar.

She had been to every place in the palace, but she had never seen this place before.

In the distance, there stands a courtyard. Except for the eye-catching vermilion gate, the rest of the courtyard is shrouded in a thin mist, like a dreamlike fairyland.

But it also looks a bit like an isolated house in a horror movie.

Where is this?

If she had seen it before, she would have run far away, but now she seemed to have lost her fear.

Bei Jingchu walked to the front door.

What a high door.

She raised her hand to knock, but the door was opened from the inside.

"Your Highness is here? Master has been waiting for you for a long time."

Wait for her?

who?

What are you waiting for her to do?

There was something strange about this place, but Bei Jingchu's mind was in a mess and she didn't want to care at all.

She followed the man and was led inside.

When they reached the door of a house, the person leading the way opened the door and extended his hand to invite her in.

"The master is inside, please go in, Your Highness."

After saying this he left.

Bei Jingchu looked around and walked in. In front of her was a complete silk embroidery screen.

The misty light penetrated the silk screen, casting a faint shadow, and I could see the person behind.

【Playing tricks. 】

Bei Jingchu walked past quickly.

"Your Highness, would you like a drink?"

He raised the cup to her, but from the tone of his voice, it sounded like he was inviting her to drink.

【Strange person.】

Bei Jingchu didn't answer it, but walked over and sat on the seat opposite him.

[The palace used high-legged chairs, but here they still used heel-supported chairs, which was out of tune with the entire Tai Chi Palace.]

[The people are strange, and the place is strange too.]

"How do you know me?"

A clear voice chuckled: "That's a long story."

"You can keep it short."

The man did not answer. He took out a handkerchief and handed it to him, asking in a gentle voice, "Your Highness, there is dirt on your face. Do you want to wipe it off?"

Bei Jingchu reached out and wiped it, only to find that her face and hands were covered in blood, most of which had dried up.

She took it and wiped it quickly.

The handkerchief is made of linen.

She has been using silk handkerchiefs since she was born and has never used hemp handkerchiefs.

It couldn't be wiped off, so Bei Jingchu gave up.

She shook the dark red handkerchief and said, "I'll have someone wash it and then give it back to you."

"You don't have to return it. Leave it with Your Highness. When Your Highness sees it by chance, maybe he will still remember that there is such a person as me."

【It's incomprehensible, and it's weird. 】

However, Bei Jingchu was rarely impatient. Staying here, the discomfort brought by what had just happened seemed to have dissipated a lot.

"Have I ever seen you before? Just tell me whether you have forgotten me or not."

The man pointed at the peace locket on her waist and said with a gentle smile, "This little thing that your Highness always carries with him was given by me. How come you can't remember who gave it to you?"

Bei Jingchu picked up the peace locket on her waist and said, "This peace locket was given by the Imperial Master. Do you mean that you are the Imperial Master?"

"Don't you think so?"

Bei Jingchu answered decisively without any hesitation: "Not really."

"......"

"I heard that the Imperial Master of Zhaixing Tower is an old man with an immortal look, but your hands look so tender and smooth."

[The joints are clearly defined, slender and delicate, perfect for hand control. 】

The person opposite laughed again: "Thank you for the compliment, Your Highness."

Laugh, laugh, is it that funny?

“So I look fake.”

"Whether Your Highness believes it or not, it doesn't matter."

"It's just that I don't want to show my mask to Your Highness."

Bei Jingchu suddenly became interested: "You mean, the old man is fake, and this is your true face?"

"But you're wearing a veil, so you can't really be seen as showing your true face, right?"

The imperial teacher kept on making tea and going out to sea without stopping, and his voice did not tremble at all, nor did he show any emotion because of the questioning.

He half-jokingly said, "Perhaps I am just plain-looking and I am afraid of embarrassing Your Highness."

Bei Jing initially wanted to say no, but then she changed her mind and thought: [Although her voice is nice and her hands are pretty, what if her face is not good enough?]

【That makes a lot of sense.】