Long Xun didn't say much. He simply left Yin Bei in the palace, letting Yin Chen and Yin Bei have a good talk, while he himself left the palace and returned to the Imperial Preceptor's residence.
Long Xun's figure disappeared completely from sight.
Inside the imperial study, the small candles on the desk burned steadily, creating an atmosphere of unparalleled tranquility.
Yin Chen and Yin Bei, these cousins who look exactly alike, stared at each other quietly. One was all smiles, friendly and harmless, while the other was calm, sharp, and exuded an aura of aggression.
"For the sake of family..." Yin Chen murmured softly.
Suddenly, Yin Bei revealed a strange smile, as if he had heard something ridiculous. His eyes shone like stars, and he was dazzling, making Yin Chen appear dim and insignificant in an instant.
"Yes, for the sake of family," Yin Bei said.
No one knew what had happened between them; it wasn't until the next day that people learned that the Prince of Pingnan had been placed under house arrest.
He was fined three years' salary and confined to the Prince's residence, where no one was allowed to enter or leave.
People only say that the Prince of Pingnan angered the emperor, but no one knows the specifics.
Time flew by like water, and soon it was the night of the battle between the Sword God and the Sword Immortal.
The emperor still sent ten ribbons to Lu Xiaofeng, but this time there was no plan of rebellion behind it, and these ribbons all fell into the hands of the martial arts practitioners.
As the Imperial Advisor, Long Xun sat beside the Emperor, gazing at the Sword God and Sword Immortal standing opposite each other atop the Golden Palace, showing no concern for their fate.
The Gu woman had returned to normal at some point, still acting carefree as ever. However, she and Hua Manlou were still holding hands. When Lu Xiaofeng teased them, they were a little shy, but both generously admitted their feelings for each other. The Gu woman even ran over to send Long Xun a wedding invitation.
Chen Ziqi was also there. She stood discreetly among the martial arts practitioners, her gaze fixed intently on the two top-notch swordsmen, not even daring to blink.
With the moon high in the sky, the sword gods and sword immortals, who had been preparing for a long time, clashed. Sword light swirled around them, and the two men, both dressed in white, looked like true immortals and gods.
Lu Xiaofeng quickly recounted the scene of the battle.
Long Xun didn't pay attention to the fight between the two. His gaze was fixed on Yin Chen and Yin Bei, who should be under house arrest beside him. These two cousins, who should be fighting to the death for the throne, were getting along peacefully at the moment, although their auras were slightly discordant.
Unlike Yin Chen, Yin Bei had a special cross-shaped mark on his forehead, drawn with an indelible dye, which completely distinguished him from Emperor Yin Chen.
The third one was unexpected. He was a handsome man with a cold face, also dressed in white. His hair was neatly tied up in his hair crown, and his thin lips were tightly pursed. He was none other than Yin Xi, the heir of the Prince of Taiping. Of course, everyone is more familiar with the name he gave himself, Gong Jiu.
But among the emperor were mostly his ministers and even historians... He diligently recorded the battle between the sword god and the sword immortal, occasionally asking those martial arts practitioners with keen eyesight for advice.
Apart from Lu Xiaofeng's incessant chatter, everyone else sensed that the atmosphere was a bit strange. It was a sad state of affairs that this earth-shattering battle between the Sword God and the Sword Immortal hadn't attracted much attention from most people.
In the eerie silence, Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng simultaneously found each other's weaknesses in their lonely battle, sending their swords toward each other's chests, yet at the same time, they seemed oblivious to the swords about to pierce their own chests.
When everyone came to their senses, they belatedly realized that the duel had already ended, and that the two of them had actually... died together.
The Gu woman jumped up like a rabbit, her face full of shock: "Dragon God! How could this be?"
Long Xun remained calmly seated in his chair and said indifferently, "He's not dead, just seriously injured. Gu Nu, go and treat him."
Lu Xiaofeng and most of the martial arts practitioners rushed to the rooftop in an uproar, but they did not hear Long Xun's voice. Only the three time-traveling individuals and Hua Manlou remained in their seats.
Chen Ziqi looked at the man who remained calm, only slightly tightening his grip on his folding fan, and paused before saying, "Young Master Hua, aren't you going to go and take a look?"
"I believe in A-Xun, and I also believe in Xiao Gu." Hua Manlou revealed a gentle smile.
After receiving Long Xun's words, Gu Nu flew to the rooftop, took out her insect flute, and played a "Drunken Dance to the Nine Heavens." Amidst the rings of purple light, Gu Nu, who soared through the air like an immortal, left the group of ancient people dumbfounded.
After she finished playing her tune, the sword god and sword immortal, who had just looked like they were on the verge of death, stood up at the same time. They looked at each other and surprisingly spoke at the same time.
"Your heart is on the right side."
"Your heart is on the right side."
They both fell silent, then shook their heads simultaneously.
No, that's not true.
No, that's not true.
The two people's unusually synchronized speech left everyone present speechless, and then something even more shocking happened!
After looking at each other for a while, Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng suddenly approached each other and simultaneously raised their hands, placing them on each other's left chest.
Everyone: "..."
Could it be that these two discovered some hidden feelings after World War I?! But with so many people around, shouldn't you two please leave?!
Only the two swordsmen, who seemed oblivious to everyone around them, understood the incredible things that had happened to each other.
They could both feel the other's steady and strong heartbeat beneath their palms.
And just now, the tips of their swords did indeed penetrate here, but neither of them felt the obstruction that should have pierced their hearts from their swords.
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