Xia Fengxue's expression changed, and after a long silence, he said, "This subordinate greets the Lord of the Tower."
"Well? Are you still going to talk to me with this face?" Si Jia walked to the table and sat down, tearing off the mask from his face and placing it on the table. The face under the mask was pale from not seeing the sun for a long time, but this perfect appearance was exactly the same as Xia Fengxue in front of him.
There are still differences. Whether it is his elegant demeanor or his aura, he is much more natural and noble than Xia Fengxue.
The highest level of disguise can change not only appearance and eyes, but also body odor.
Xia Fengxue slowly raised his hand and tore off the mask from his face, revealing his true face, which was also handsome and elegant, but much more silent and cold. "Lord... what brings you to my service today?"
"I returned to the palace today only to inform you that your mission has ended. Leave the palace and return to Wuji Tower."
Xia Fengxue… perhaps he shouldn’t be called Xia Fengxue anymore. He didn’t have a name to begin with; he only had a code name, Fourteen. Every member of the Wuji Tower has a code name, and as a member of the Wuji Tower, one must absolutely obey the orders of the Tower Master. Fourteen knew he had no right to question, but he still asked, “I have been tasked with impersonating the Tower Master in the palace for ten years. Why does the Tower Master suddenly say that my mission ends here?”
Si Jia poured himself a cup of tea and casually said, "Do I need to explain myself to you?"
"No..." Fourteen felt the pressure emanating from Sijia. He knew that the Lord was warning him. What was he warning him about? He shouldn't meddle in things he shouldn't, such as... talking about Fengguang.
Si Jia coldly raised his eyes, "Fourteenth, you don't want to leave the palace, do you?"
“…Yes.” He lowered his head, finally choosing to answer honestly. He understood the price he would pay for lying to this man.
Si Jia picked up his teacup, took an elegant sip—his movements were exquisitely graceful—and spoke with utmost casualness, as if asking a question unintentionally: "Why are you unwilling to leave?"
"For...the glory."
Si Jia wasn't annoyed. Instead, he let out a short chuckle. Ever since he used the face that originally belonged to him, his personality seemed to have become two extremes. He went from being aloof to being a gentle and humble gentleman. But at the same time, his eyes were always ruthless. "It's normal that you'd be reluctant to give up Feng Guang. After all... she's such a good girl."
She was so good to him that he couldn't help but want to keep her safely hidden in his room, only feeling at ease when he saw her day and night.
"This subordinate doesn't understand..." Fourteen already knew that continuing this topic would only make things worse for him, but he still asked, "The Lord has always ignored the scenery... why..."
Si Jia smiled faintly, "People often overlook what's right in front of them, don't they? Fortunately, I haven't realized it too late yet, and Feng Guang... is destined to become my woman. She's mine, Fourteen, do you understand what I mean?"
"Your subordinate... understands." The fourteenth prince's hand unconsciously clenched into a fist at his side.
Just when Fourteen thought Si Jia would make some decision about him, Si Jia suddenly said, "However, I am indeed very grateful to you."
"Why should the host thank his subordinate?"
“For the past ten years, I haven’t paid attention to what’s happening in the palace, but I know that you’ve taken good care of Fengguang,” Sijia said. “You discovered Fengguang’s good qualities before I did, Fourteenth, do you know that this is what makes me… extremely jealous of you.”
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