Liu Dongjia is different.
"But she is ultimately not from this world!"
"She will bring change, disrupt fate, and will certainly accelerate the dynasty's downfall!"
The first sound rang out again, even sharper.
"What caused it?"
"Couldn't Miss Liu have come here to change the fate of this world?"
The second voice countered with a question.
This sudden question struck Helian Jue like a heavy hammer blow.
Yes, what he wanted was to change that predetermined ending.
If she really came to change all of this...
"No!"
"Xia Momo once made me think... but what happened?"
Helian Jue shook his head violently, his black hair flying in the night wind.
Images from my memory flooded back like a tide: the blood on the throne, the roar of palaces collapsing in flames. Each time I thought things would be different, but in the end, they all led to the same end.
His gaze hardened again, and he moved his right hand away from the sword hilt, instead reaching for the dragon-patterned jade pendant at his waist.
"Let's observe further..."
“If she shows any signs of danger… I’ll lock her up…”
He finally made his decision, his voice low and murmured.
He didn't want to kill Liu Dongjia; she was a good cook, and he could lock her up.
As night deepened, the lights of Bazhenlou remained bright.
Helian Jue's figure swept across the rooftops like a ghost, silently landing on an old locust tree in the backyard of the Bazhen Tower.
The dense canopy of trees perfectly concealed his figure, leaving only a pair of deep, dark eyes visible.
The small kitchen in the backyard was still lit. Through the half-open window, Helian Jue saw Liu Dongjia busy inside by himself.
She wore a plain apron, her hair was casually tied up, and a few stray hairs fell beside her cheeks, slightly damp with sweat.
Steam rose from the iron pot on the stove, emitting a peculiar aroma that was both familiar and strange.
Helian Jue's nostrils twitched slightly. What was that?
It seemed to have the numbing sensation of Sichuan peppercorns, the spiciness of chili peppers, and some other spices that he couldn't quite place.
As Zi Xi stirred the contents of the pot, she hummed that strange little tune softly.
Her expression was focused and pleasant, occasionally taking a bite, then frowning or nodding.
She didn't look like she was preparing some dangerous poison; she looked more like a simple cook immersed in her beloved career.
Suddenly, she stopped what she was doing, and as if sensing something, she looked up sharply at the window, or more precisely, at the locust tree where Helian Jue was hiding.
Helian Jue's breath caught in his throat. Impossible.
Logically speaking, even if he hadn't properly learned martial arts, with his concealment skills, even the top secret guards in the imperial palace wouldn't have been able to detect him.
How could she possibly have found him?
"I've been so tired lately that I'm even hallucinating. I saw an old mother cat climbing a tree..."
But Zi Xi only stared in that direction for a few seconds, then shook her head and muttered to herself.
She turned around and continued working, while Helian Jue in the tree felt a strange palpitation and an urge to go down and beat someone up.
Although that brief eye contact had been brief, it gave him the illusion that he had been seen through.
But he was quickly infuriated by the woman's words.
After observing for about half an hour, Zi Xi finally completed her chili pepper experiment.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
