Chapter 155 Chapter 155 He only realized at this moment that there was no way he could have nothing to do with it...
"Anyway, even if everyone doesn't support me, he will support me!"
Gu Huaijin never dreamed that when these words came out of her mouth, he would become that "everyone".
One day, she had someone by her side who would stand by her no matter what, and the person they both fought against together against the same enemy turned out to be Gu Huaijin.
Did she really want to join forces with that Li guy to deal with him?
Gu Huaijin simply couldn't bear to think about it.
It was already three o'clock in the morning. No one in the mansion was talking anymore, and all the lights along the road were out. Only a few stone lanterns dotted around his courtyard garden flickered dimly.
The simple and dignified Gu Mansion was filled with deathly silence.
Gu Huaijin stood alone at the window, untied his silk ribbon, and gazed out with his hands behind his back. Chang'an Avenue was separated from the Imperial City by a wall. Looking up, the bright yellow glazed tiles dimmed in the night, stretching one after another until they reached the horizon.
She was beneath one of the waves of the golden ocean.
Maybe sleeping peacefully.
Did you sleep well?
I was afraid that she wouldn't sleep well, but when I thought about the possibility that she might fall into a deep sleep, I felt resentful.
He couldn't sleep at all, and couldn't sleep for several nights in a row. If she slept well, why?
——"Anyway, no matter who doesn't support me, he will support me!"
His head was buzzing and his head was splitting with pain. He was in a daze and supported his forehead against the wall.
She actually said such words. Who was truly good to her? Who was devoted to her? Who had cared for her wholeheartedly for so many years, and she had discarded them like a worn-out shoe in one night? She would hold onto the slightest kindness from others!
Why was he making such a fuss, why was he using words to challenge her? Didn't she really understand?!
Why...why did I have to shout at him with red eyes and tears.
Why is she crying? She has kissed that guy surnamed Li, so isn't he allowed to be angry?
Why are you crying?
He numbly walked around the table, pulled out a chair and sat down wearily, slowly covering his face with his hands.
Why are you crying?
Surprisingly one day, he made her cry.
He never dreamed that one day he would be the one to make her sad.
Stop crying, he thought.
If I try to coax her, will she agree?
I really want to see her, coax her, kiss her, and tell her that he is too kind.
But, with their current relationship, can he really go?
He said it himself that they couldn't be together.
He took a long, drawn-out breath, and then exhaled exhaustedly after a long while.
All ties are severed and all ties are severed.
It is always easier to understand than to put into practice. The heart is harder to tame than the head, which understands things better.
I can’t distinguish between my enemies and mine in my heart.
He knew that he could only survive if he let himself go, but he was almost killed by his own heart.
In truth, the moment he uttered those bold words, he knew he was doomed. While the words might sound heroic, the price he paid was too high to bear. He acted heroic and clever for a moment, only to find himself in dire straits.
As a result, today, I can neither show strength nor show weakness. I am caught in a dilemma and am in a dilemma.
His head ached more and more, as if someone had taken a long iron nail, pried it into his skull, and used a hammer to hit it with the other end, making his teeth chatter and his soul shatter.
Should I really love her? She overturned the Tianshan Mountains.
But if he doesn't love her, how can he have the final say?
Why would he love his enemy, a spy, so madly?
Letting go like this, until she no longer loves him, he——
He didn't dare to think about it.
Why were all the roads blocked? Every path was blocked. The sect had collapsed, with no chance of recovery. The person he had waited for five years was a frivolous, heartless spy. He couldn't protect the sect, nor could he protect his lover. He pleaded desperately on both sides, but neither side could achieve his goal, and neither side could reach the shore.
Why is life so painful?
He shed tears silently, sat on the bed and lifted the quilt.
He took her old clothes from the couch and held them in his arms.
The old clothes she wore at the Four Elephants Pagoda.
It's ridiculous. All the misfortunes in his life so far were caused by this woman. However, when he was at his wit's end, the person he thought of with tears in his eyes was still this person.
The empty white clothes were hugged tightly by him, and they shrank in his arms like a strangled and powerless ghost.
There was a faint lingering scent of her neck.
He sighed softly with contentment, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, greedy and foolish.
What is love after all? She hurt him the most, but her old clothes still comforted him.
He was no longer surprised by his own shamelessness and spinelessness and remained calm.
"Good boy." He murmured.
No one answered.
"Be good." He repeated.
Still dead silent. The figure in white was her ghost on the Four Symbols Pagoda, the gentle, charming, playful, and often cunning ghost of hers—but the ghost didn't speak.
Two thin red tears fell from his eyes and quickly spread out. He didn't have time to wipe them away.
He then lowered his eyelashes and kissed her wantonly.
He kissed her softly and densely, as if she were there, as if he was kissing her skin, as if she was indulging and enjoying it, just like she used to.
He was intoxicated and addicted.
Yes, when she was wearing this dress, she called Huai Jin in a sweet voice all day long.
Just a few days.
He laughed softly and shed two lines of red tears.
He turned his head away in panic, afraid that her clothes would be stained.
What was he doing so arrogantly? The sect had fallen, just as the dead could not be resurrected. How could he let go of his old friend for the sake of the dead? He had endured five years of waiting, almost driven mad by his old friend—and now, with him right under his nose, he kept a clear line between them. When he saw him, he acted as if he didn't see him, and when he did, he would be furious and confront him.
If I had known this, wouldn’t it have been better to let her go on Wuliang Mountain?
He no longer knew whether it was more painful to see her slip away from his palm again, or to see her every day but have no connection with her.
He thought too highly of himself, and only now did he realize that he could not be completely unrelated.
He spread the clothes on the pillow and leaned over to kiss her.
Outside, the night watchman sounded. In the deep night, a lonely figure moved alone in the purple-blue night, the sound of footsteps faintly audible.
With a little sound.
There was a slight jingling sound, perhaps it was the key hanging on the night watchman's waist.
He thought of the golden bell as if he were ill.
The sound of the golden bell had been lingering in his mind ever since that night. It rang during the day, rang at night, rang when he was awake, rang when he was dreaming, the sound of the bell jingling and tinkling, accompanying her lingering cries for mercy.
Huaijin——Huaijin——Huaijin…
He couldn't bear it anymore, he was thirsty and hot, gasping for breath, and untied his belt.
That night on the boat at Fairy Lake, he was so happy and ecstatic that he felt like he was dying. His bones felt so brittle that they seemed to have been eaten away by insects. The slightest movement would cause them to flow down in a torrent of liquid.
He thought about it over and over again day and night.
I was so arrogant that night, I left in a rage, and now I regret it. I didn't ask for more back then. Now I think about it, who would have sympathized with you? With her stubborn personality, how could she have let you do what you wanted?
He simply didn't know what to do.
The greatest pain and greatest joy of his life were all given by her. The bone-eating love and the heart-wrenching pain, the abyss of self-loathing and the peak of pleasure, all depended on her alone. She wanted to withdraw, perhaps to fulfill his wish, but it was not that easy. She had long been someone who could inflict pain on him with just a flick of her finger.
He tightened his fingers and imitated her usual massage method, but he found helplessly that he had been spoiled by her.
He wanted to turn against her, but found that a part of himself refused to recognize him.
He lay helplessly on the pillow, took her clothes and covered his nose with them, his hands fisted the clothes into a mess, and he stroked them, anxious to comfort her.
With his eyes half closed, he thought in a daze.
Be careful not to get it on her clothes.
He went to bed late but woke up early. He didn't know when he finally closed his eyes this morning, but at the hour of Yin, before the rooster crowed, he woke up with a start.
It was pitch black and there was no desire to sleep.
He got up early, changed his clothes, and planned to enter the palace.
The Jiaqing Emperor never attended the morning court and was known to get up late and sleep in. He had no reason to see her until the Emperor got up.
He counted the hours, waiting hour by hour, his head feeling heavy and swollen, as if it were filled with soaked cotton.
I endured until the hour of Si.
He was finally able to enter the palace.
The sun was shining brightly all the way, but unfortunately, no matter how good the sun was, it had no effect on him. He felt cold all over and waited outside the Zichen Palace, asking Wang Rang, who was guarding the door, to report inside.
Wang Rang raised his eyelids, glanced at him carefully, and took a step back in fright.
He asked coldly, "What?"
Wang Rang bowed and said, "Oh, sir, did you not sleep well last night? Look at your face, you should take care of yourself."
He was impatient: "Stop talking nonsense. Go in and report."
Wang Rang seemed embarrassed: "Sir, Concubine Zhen is inside."
Yesterday, there was a disagreement between the two of them. Empress Zhenfei stamped her feet and walked away in tears. Today, the news spread throughout the palace. The Empress and the Master are both the most important people in the Emperor's heart. They don't like each other, so who dares to let them get together?
Gu Huaijin only raised an eyebrow: "So what? Is the Emperor going to put aside the matter of the Concubine Dowager just because there is a woman around? Get out of here."
Wang Rang did not dare to disobey and agreed to leave.
He stood outside the door, swaying unconsciously, barely holding on to the wall to keep his balance.
Why come to see her? Even if I meet her, what else can I say? What can I say that will be of any use? Will I even have the chance to say it?
He didn't know. He hadn't thought everything through and came here in a daze.
I don’t know what to do, so I came to see her first.
Just take a look.
Soon, Wang Rang pushed aside the agate bead curtain in front of the palace door and bowed, "Sir, the emperor wants you to come in."
In the Purple Palace, she was sitting opposite Emperor Jiaqing. On the table was a chessboard, with black and white pieces fighting in a chaotic and confusing manner.
Today she wore a sky-blue outer garment, a peacock-blue embroidered long skirt, and a cloisonné silk satin shawl draped over her arms. Deep and light shades of blue stretched across the ground, and her cascading black hair, adorned with a gold beaded necklace, shimmered in the air.
He faced the chessboard, twisting the chess piece, and remained motionless.
He knew it was her, and he knew she knew it was him.
But she didn't look back.
The blue really suits her.
Gu Huaijin swallowed and walked over to stand not far from her side.
Without getting even a bit close, I felt a crackling sensation throughout my body, and the numbness spread all the way down to my waist.
He calmed his mind.
"Gu pays his respects to the Emperor."
Nan Qiong Shuang sat with her back to him, her head bowed, rubbing a white piece with her fingertips, feeling frustrated.
For some reason, whenever he stood next to her, she would be completely affected by him, as if he was a whirlpool that would suck everything in, and she would be unable to escape if she even touched him.
He was looking for trouble yesterday and ridiculed her in front of the emperor.
When she thought of what happened yesterday, she became angry. She looked down and saw her hair swaying gently in the draft in the hall, and it seemed that it was swaying in his direction.
She was startled and threw the white piece into the chess box with a snap.
Emperor Jiaqing glanced at her, raised his hand and asked Gu Huaijin to stand up, and said to her: "Zhen Fei, you didn't even say a word when you met Mr. Gu? Mr. Gu is someone I admire and rely on. Even I dare not be rude to him. How can you be so rude?"
Nan Qiongshuang shuddered, knowing that she had offended Gu Huaijin yesterday, and Emperor Jiaqing was afraid that he would quit, so he was trying to win him over. She slowly stood up, turned around and bowed slightly:
"Mr. Gu."
Although they were facing each other, they were neither willing nor reluctant. They did not raise their heads or open their eyes, as if they were too lazy to even look at him.
He looked at her quietly through the silk ribbon.
She stubbornly refused to look up.
Gu Huaijin suddenly felt that all this was ridiculous.
Emperor Jiaqing scolded her for refusing to greet him, but he had no idea who was begging for help between the two of them.
He came to beg, would she forgive him?
People with great reputations are humble, while people who bow and politely behave themselves are superior.
No one knew that he was at the end of his rope in front of her.
His Adam's apple rolled. "Your Majesty, there's no need to be so polite. I, Gu, am a humble person, and Your Majesty is the head of a palace. How can I accept Your Majesty's courtesy? Your Majesty, you are too kind."
"It's my fault." She finally turned around without even looking at him, and made a formal bow to Emperor Jiaqing, saying fluently:
"Yesterday, I had an argument with you, my lord. That was my first fault. I left in anger. That was my second fault. I played a valuable pipa and then discarded it, showing my extravagance. That was my third fault. I know I was wrong. Please do not listen to my request that Your Majesty bring a troupe to the capital. I know I am guilty and dare not ask for anything more."
After saying this, she bowed again with tears in her eyes, wiping her tears with her handkerchief: "I will return to Handan Palace to reflect on the past. Please allow me to take my leave."
Emperor Jiaqing was relieved to hear her humble words and dismissed her with a wave of his hand.
He looked at Gu Huaijin with anticipation and satisfaction.
Gu Huaijin's face turned even paler.
He didn't understand what was going on and was terrified: "Sir..."
Gu Huaijin had his back to her. Even with his back to her, covered by a silk ribbon, he knew she ignored him, brushed past him, and walked slowly towards the palace gate. The two of them grew farther and farther apart, her fragrance becoming more and more ethereal. She left, light and carefree.
Gu Huaijin tried to hold on, feeling lucky that she was wearing a silk ribbon when she entered the palace today, and her tears were all hidden in the silk.
A heartless and cruel person.
*
Nan Qiongshuang came to the Zichen Palace today to ask Emperor Jiaqing to invite the Caiqing Troupe to perform in the palace.
Unexpectedly, I met that person after just saying a few words.
He had just accused her of being extravagant yesterday. She didn't need to mention it again, as she knew that in front of him, the Caiqing Troupe would definitely not be able to enter the palace. So she simply didn't mention it and got out of it.
She went straight to the Daming Palace.
Li Xuanbai had just come out of court and had not changed into his court robes. He sat in the hall and drank a cup of tea. Just as he opened the memorial, he saw Wu Shun leading her into the hall.
Seeing her, he raised his eyebrows with interest: "Why, I heard that Gu made you cry yesterday?"
Nan Qiongshuang glanced lazily at Wu Shun. Li Xuanbai immediately understood and waved him off.
She sat down unhappily: "I don't know what's wrong with him."
"What happened?" He smiled and flipped through the memorial. "You are not a shallow-minded person, and he is not a sharp-tongued person. How could one of you be angry and the other be crying in front of the emperor just for the red sandalwood pipa?"
She said nothing, but fanned herself anxiously with a red carp silk fan in her hand.
He smiled meaningfully and asked, "Has the enmity really reached this point that you can't even stand it in front of the Emperor?"
She immediately knew what he was testing, and taking advantage of the situation, she slammed her fan on the table. "Didn't you even listen to what he said yesterday? He's been here since he came down from Wuliang Mountain, and he's been treating me with disgust. The longer he's been down there, the more he dislikes me. He said he'd let me go, and now he's here to cause trouble again!"
Li Xuanbai laughed.
She leaned forward and said, "What the hell is wrong with him? I just played the pipa for two days, didn't learn it, and put it in the storeroom—and he's still finding fault with me! In front of the Emperor, he said he wanted to be frugal, and told me word by word that he would deduct the monthly salary of the six palaces. Is that human language?!"
Li Xuanbai took a sip of the teacup and was amused by her. He choked twice and put his fist to his lips.
"Maybe it was because I hadn't seen you for five years that I thought you were dead. When we met again, I was so happy I didn't know what to do. I thought I didn't want to care about anything. But seeing you still alive and well day by day, I started to feel unfair again."
She rolled her eyes viciously.
Li Xuanbai smiled as he adjusted the hairs of his brush. "It's okay. If you don't have enough money, I'll take it from Daming Palace. If he bullies you, do you think I'll let him?"
She was waiting for Li Xuanbai to say this.
"Cousin, I have a favor to ask of you."
Li Xuanbai raised his head from the pile of yellow memorials.
Nan Qiong Shuang sat opposite, looking a bit cunning, hesitant to speak, and smiling as she twirled her hair with her index finger.
Li Xuanbai was familiar with her malicious and pretentious look.
He tapped the table with his brush handle, half smiling, and pointed it in her face: "No good news."
"I want to invite a troupe from outside to perform in the palace." She rested her elbows on the table, crossed her fingers into a net, and rested her chin on her fingers obediently, smiling sweetly at him, "Is it okay?"
Li Xuanbai glared at her with a smile.
"I knew it. You—you never come to the Daming Palace for no reason."
Li Xuanbai agreed readily.
The Caiqing troupe entered the palace within a few days.
The arrival of an opera troupe in the palace was a major event in the harem. Trapped within the walls and green tiles of the palace, the women had nothing to do all day, so any fresh voice was a welcome addition, and so they gathered in the theater to listen.
Feixian Tower is a theater in the Forbidden City. Beauties from all over the palace gathered together to compete with each other for beauty. On the stage, a song "Peach Blossom Fan" was sung in a lingering and sad voice.
Nan Qiongshuang had no intention of listening to the opera. She was peeling peanuts in her hand, her eyes fixed on the face of the young actor.
Li Ya once said that a colleague of his from the past who was in the rebirth gate, after redeeming himself, was now playing the role of a male lead in the Caiqing troupe. He was fair and handsome, and his name was Sun Fen.
If there is a new character, it must be the person on the stage.
She turned around and said softly to Qinglian and Yuanxiang who were standing behind her, "After the song is over, leave this young character here. I have a few words to say."
They both said in unison, "Yes."
Suddenly, the palace door creaked open, and a pair of long legs stepped over the threshold. A man in bright yellow court robes swaggered in. Ignoring the astonished looks of the crowd, he stood beside Nan Qiongshuang.
All the concubines in the audience stood up and saluted at the same time.
Li Xuanbai pressed his palms together calmly: "Everyone, stand up."
Wu Shun attentively led Li Xuanbai to the center of the hall. Mao Linyan, who was sitting in the middle, hurriedly stood up to offer her a seat, but Li Xuanbai pointed to Nan Qiongshuang's side and said, "Let's just stay here. No need to bother."
No one expected it.
Nan Qiongshuang had become estranged from Emperor Jiaqing when she was busy with the Pipa Conference. A few days ago, she offended Gu Huaijin. Emperor Jiaqing scolded her harshly for being unruly in front of everyone. In the past few days, her influence has gradually declined.
The people in the harem were used to changing their attitudes according to the situation. Seeing that she had fallen out of favor again, they kept her in the background in everything. Even when listening to Kunqu Opera, Mao Linyan was in the middle and she was on the far side.
Li Xuanbai saw the situation and knew what was going on. Without saying anything, he just sat down beside her.
The best fruits were soon placed before her.
She peeled grapes with a smile on her face: "Why are you here?"
"After the court session, I don't feel like reviewing memorials. You have something interesting to do here, so why not join in the fun?"
She smiled and shook her head.
"Kunqu Opera, is it interesting?" He leaned back in his chair with his legs crossed, picking up a handful of cherries and plucking them into his mouth one by one. "It's so squeaky, it's nowhere near as fun as horse racing. I'll take you to a horse race someday."
Nan Qiong Shuang smiled but did not answer.
Feixian Tower wasn't Daming Palace after all. The Regent could speak freely, so she'd better be cautious.
"These cherries are quite good this year. Some of this year's tribute is really interesting." He brushed her sleeve. "I have a new batch of tribute pills. Would you like to take a look?"
"Pills? What pills?"
"Cinnabar paste." He held a bright red cherry in his palm. "It's as red as this cherry. It's said that taking it can make you immortal."
Nan Qiong Shuang sneered: "Immortality is a curse."
Li Xuanbai raised his eyes in surprise: "You don't know what's good for you, what's wrong?"
She was a little curious: "What kind?"
Li Xuanbai was about to speak when Wu Shun suddenly walked up behind them and bowed respectfully, "Regent, Mr. Gu requests an audience."
Nan Qiongshuang's heart skipped a beat, and she lowered her eyelashes, but didn't show it on her face.
Li Xuanbai indeed glanced at her expression, and she looked back at him as if nothing had happened.
He didn't understand what was going on, so he drummed his fingers on the table, looking impatient: "What do you want to ask him?"
"It is said that they have found some clues about Concubine Xie's past, and they want to report it to you and discuss it with you."
About his mother.
Li Xuanbai took a sip of tea in annoyance.
He had gone through so much trouble just to release Chang Da's sister from the cold palace. He was already fed up with Chang Da alone. There was already Mao Linyan in the harem. Did he need another Chang Chuxiu, with the title of Empress Dowager, to stand above him?
He asked, "Where is he? Did he chase him to Feixian Tower?"
The person might be downstairs, outside the door. Nan Qiongshuang's heart grew heavier as she slowly peeled the grapes.
Wu Shun: "I'm waiting in Daming Palace. I've been waiting for a long time."
Li Xuanbai: "Tell him to wait outside."
Wu Shun: "But sir..."
Li Xuanbai glanced at him coldly without saying a word.
Wu Shun immediately shut up: "Yes."
Li Xuanbai became restless when he thought about this matter. For the rest of the time, he was too lazy to say a word and leaned back in his chair. It was not because he liked listening to Kunqu Opera, but just wanted to kill time.
Nan Qiongshuang realized that he was deliberately leaving Gu Huaijin outside, and couldn't help but look out the window.
It was late July, the height of summer. The sun scorched the earth, turning everything bleached white. The stone bricks along the palace path were so shiny that even the soles of my shoes felt slightly warm when I stepped on them.
He was dressed in black, and was asked to wait in this sun?
She couldn't describe the feeling in her heart. She turned her head away, feeling confused.
After a long time, the play finally ended, the actors left the stage, and the concubines left.
Li Xuanbai had no reason to delay any longer, so he stood up and reluctantly went to the Daming Palace.
Only Sun Fen was led by Qinglian and Yuanxiang to the foot of Feixian Tower.
Nan Qiongshuang was standing in the lush green corridor under the theater. She turned around when she heard footsteps.
Sun Fen immediately bowed respectfully and said, "I, your humble servant, respectfully wish you the best of luck, Empress Zhenfei."
Because Feixian Tower is a theater, it is located in a remote area. Once the concubines leave, it becomes even more quiet and deserted.
Qinglian Yuanxiang was standing guard not far away. Nan Qiongshuang looked around and saw nothing unusual. She said softly, "Brother Sun, there's no need to be so polite. I wonder if you know Li Ya from Prince Ding's mansion? Brother Li and I are familiar with each other."
As soon as she said this, Sun Fen knew what she meant. Judging by her appearance and demeanor, he could already guess which hall or department she belonged to, even without her having to introduce herself. A woman from the Jile Hall had a distinct charm in her gaze. He bowed and said, "I am Miss Nan from the Jile Hall. I apologize for not welcoming you. I wonder what brings you to the Imperial City today..."
She was halfway through her words when she realized that he was not asking her what her mission was, but why she was introducing herself in the imperial city.
She smiled but didn't answer.
She wanted to ask about his recent situation after redeeming himself, but was afraid to ask directly and reveal her true feelings in front of Qinglian and Yuanxiang. She decided to use some ambiguous words to trick him: "Brother Sun is smart, so he will know why I came here today."
Sun Fen bowed and said, "I have redeemed myself a long time ago. I am sorry that I cannot accompany you with all the matters in the sect."
Nan Qiong Shuang was silent for a moment.
Li Ya was so warm and enthusiastic that she always suspected that there was something fishy going on. She thought that he was using the identity of a redeemer to make up lies and deceive her on behalf of the Wangsheng Sect.
But if they wanted to deceive her, why did those who redeemed themselves have different attitudes?
She hardened her voice and laughed, "This is an order from inside the gate. It's not up to you whether to obey or not."
But Sun Fen bowed again and said, "I'm sorry, I can't obey your order. That's all I have to say."
He refused to retreat at all.
Nan Qiong Shuang hissed in disbelief.
If he had been coerced by the Rebirth Sect after redeeming himself, and she had given him orders in the name of the Rebirth Sect, even if he suspected fraud, he should not have been so harsh in his tone.
She laughed, "Why, just because you redeemed yourself, we can't use you anymore? How many lives and heads do you have? We've diligently nurtured you for over ten years, and now you've redeemed yourself and turned your back on us. Do you have the slightest bit of gratitude? You know that the Wangsheng Sect hates treacherous people the most. If you refuse to do us a favor, you're a traitor!"
"Miss Nan, please don't be so harsh. Sun has already redeemed himself and is no longer a member of the sect. The sect leader has already signed and sealed the agreement, so how can I be considered a traitor?"
Sun Fen nodded politely:
"Sun was in charge of the Hidden Blade Division back in the day. Even if the young lady has taken over the position of head of the Bliss Hall in recent years, there's no need for her to speak to me like this. If she were to redeem herself and continue to work for the sect, it might have been possible under the previous head. However, since the new head, the tolerant Yuansu, was appointed a few years ago, such things have ceased to happen."
The more Nan Qiongshuang listened, the more surprised she became. She pretended to be calm on the surface, but her heart was getting more and more anxious.
She knew that the sect had a new leader, but since the Paradise Hall was under the External Affairs Department, and she was always so dedicated to her work that she only spent a few days in the Rebirth Sect each year, she didn't know the new leader well.
The Hidden Blade Division was under the jurisdiction of the Internal Affairs Division. All the people from the Internal Affairs Division were stationed in the Wangsheng Gate all day and night. He was also the head of a division and had the opportunity to come into contact with the gate master frequently, so his tone was so firm and resolute.
"I don't know what your purpose is, or who ordered you to come here to interrogate me. But now that I've redeemed myself, I'll never be involved in the affairs of this sect again. If you're unhappy, you can go to the Yuansu Sect Master and report the truth. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Nan Qiongshuang suddenly understood that Sun Fen was different from Li Ya. Li Ya was originally an ordinary assassin within the Seven Killers, a burly and talkative man, but Sun Fen was the head of the Hidden Blade Division. He was sharp and alert, and perhaps he had a personal relationship with the sect leader. He would not be led away by her in a few words, nor would he kneel down and surrender under pressure.
His tone was so firm, as if he was sure that the Wangsheng Sect would not hunt him down for his refusal.
Is it possible to redeem oneself?
She took a quick step forward and stopped him. "Forget it, former Director, I was blind to his true worth." She slipped a few ingots of silver into his hands and smiled like someone from Paradise Hall. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience. But the situation in Luojing is tense, and we're short-staffed. I wonder if you know of any other people in the capital who have redeemed themselves and could offer some assistance?"
Sun Fen squeezed the silver in his palm and lowered his eyes slightly.
Once you redeem yourself, any place is fine, and freedom is true freedom, but money is really hard to earn.
These few ingots of silver are enough to cover his wages for several months.
He thought for a moment and said, "Actually, there is one in the Forbidden City. Haven't you heard of him?"
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