Cold Moon Returns
Leng Yue sat before a bronze mirror, combing her hair carefully. Her fingers ran through her flowing, glossy black hair, over and over again. Her face was as charming as a peach blossom, her lips as pink as cherry blossoms, and her clear, transparent eyes, adorned with just the right amount of eye makeup, exuded a touch of innocence, a touch of charm, and even a hint of sexiness.
Ever since the imperial edict was issued for the wanted Jade-faced Begonia, dressing up had become Leng Yue's most important daily priority due to the inconvenience of traveling. She seemed to enjoy this life, not at all anxious, and not even showing the slightest sign of worry.
Leng Yue caught a glimpse of Bantianyue slowly approaching in the mirror, but she did not stand up to salute, nor did she say hello to Bantianyue. She just continued to comb her hair quietly and carefully as if no one was around.
Ban Tianyue stroked her long hair that smelled of jasmine and said softly, "You are quite patient."
"What else?" Leng Yue said leisurely, "I'm already wanted. Even if the leader wants Leng Yue to help you kill someone, Leng Yue has to be alive."
"Are you blaming me for not giving you high enough martial arts skills?" Bantianyue asked.
"Leng Yue dare not," Leng Yue chuckled, her voice as sweet as honey: "It's just that I am now a rat crossing the street, and everyone wants to kill me. The court has promised a large reward for my capture alive. If I am surrounded by a group of masters, I am afraid... Master, although Leng Yue is willing to help you, I also have to protect myself. I hope you will understand."
"Hehehe," Bantianyue picked up a strand of Lengyue's hair and sniffed it in front of the mask, then said slowly, "Lengyue, actually, you only need to kill one more person. Kill him, and not only will you avenge the hatred of being used and abandoned in the palace, but you will also become famous throughout the world."
"Is there such a good thing?" Leng Yue scolded, "Why didn't the leader tell me earlier? Leng Yue has wasted so much effort!"
Ban Tianyue laughed heartily: "I'll teach you skills, let you vent your anger, and make you famous. But you have to do something for me, right?"
Leng Yue pondered for a moment and said, "What the leader said makes sense. I wonder if the person the leader is referring to is the goddess dragon or Sima Changfeng?"
"Neither," Ban Tianyue said, "It's Huangfu Renhe."
"Huangfu Renhe's martial arts skills aren't that great," Leng Yue said, "but he has the Dragon Goddess and the Ghost-Seeing Sorrow by his side, as well as the masters of the Imperial Palace. I'm afraid..."
"That depends on you," Ban Tianyue said. "As the city lord, Huangfu Renhe disregarded the lives of the palace maids and even drove you out of the palace. Don't you hate him?"
"Hate, of course I hate!" Leng Yue said fiercely, gritting her teeth.
"In that case, you'll have to figure out how to get rid of the Dragon Goddess and Sima Changfeng yourself." Ban Tianyue patted her shoulder. "Once Huangfu Renhe dies, I'll take the position of city lord. Then you'll be Sifang City's number one female general. Wouldn't that mean you can both avenge your personal grudge and become famous?"
Leng Yue smiled innocently and excitedly: "Yes, that's it!"
Leng Yue stood up and bowed solemnly. Her gentle steps couldn't hide her excitement. She said sweetly, "Master, Leng Yue thanks you for your cultivation!"
“Hahahaha…hahahahahahahahaha…” Bantianyue walked away with a smug smile.
Leng Yue's eyes were filled with tenderness and anticipation. She had been waiting for this day for a very long time.
"Tomorrow, I'm coming."
When Chou Doufu was handling state affairs, Shangguan Yan and Sima Changfeng were rarely by his side. Although there were masters of the palace, this was not a wise move.
Fortunately, Chou Doufu was particularly attentive to state affairs and often discussed them with Ouyang Mingri. With Mingri by his side, his personal safety was generally guaranteed, and even if an emergency arose, it could usually be handled promptly.
Leng Yue lay on the roof, shaking his head in frustration. Tonight was the perfect night to assassinate Chou Doufu, that foolish boy, and Mingri, that fool. Without Feng Yan and the other two's personal protection, if Ban Tianyue really came to kill them, what would you do?
Forget it, I don’t want to think about it anymore.
Leng Yue moved another roof brick, just enough for her petite body to pass through. She clutched the Merciless Sword and slowly descended from the roof like a ghost.
She floated very slowly and lightly, like a spider, confidently and calmly approaching her prey.
"City Lord, get out of the way!" Ouyang Mingri quickly pulled Chou Doufu behind him and shouted, "Help! There's an assassin!"
Leng Yue landed lightly on the ground and smiled faintly at Chou Doufu and Mingri: "City Lord, State Master, how are you?"
At this time, the hall was already full of palace masters and imperial guards. Leng Yue snorted and drew out the ruthless sword, stabbing straight in the direction of Chou Doufu.
The masters of the Imperial Palace immediately surrounded him and started a fierce fight with Leng Yue. Leng Yue's sword seemed to be smeared with poison, and the person he stabbed fell to the ground with just one blow.
Ouyang Mingri slowly drew out the Wuwo Sword, and the icy blue light reflected on his well-defined face.
"I'd like to ask for your advice today." Ouyang Mingri raised his lips in a provocative smile.
"Sword of Selflessness? Interesting." Leng Yue smiled charmingly, but she still stabbed at the stinky tofu without hesitation. The ruthless sword in Leng Yue's hand and Ouyang Mingri's sword of selflessness started a fierce contest.
The two of them were in tacit agreement, yet neither yielded an inch in their moves. While Mingri's Wuwo swordsmanship had reached some maturity, it was only at 30% of its original strength. Lengyue's swordsmanship was equally impressive, even slightly stronger than Mingri's. It looked as if the situation was about to collapse, as Mingri was already losing ground. If the fight continued, he might not be able to assassinate Huangfu Renhe!
Fortunately, Shangguan Yan and Sima Changfeng arrived in time. Ouyang Mingri shouted, "Protect the city lord!"
Just as Mingri shouted, "Protect the City Lord!" Lengyue's attention was distracted. Mingri immediately unleashed the third move of his Wuwo Sword Technique, preparing to deflect Lengyue's sword and point it at her throat. Unexpectedly, with a thud, Lengyue pressed the Wuqing Sword's blade against the Wuwo Sword, crisscrossing them perpendicular to her body. Then, Lengyue leaned forward and charged directly at the Wuwo Sword.
With a "puff" sound, the Wuwo Sword pierced into Leng Yue's body.
Ouyang Mingri was stunned. Chou Doufu, Shangguan Yan, and Sima Changfeng were at a loss as to what to do.
Leng Yue gritted his teeth and pulled his body out of the sword, stumbling towards the door.
Ouyang Mingri finally came to his senses and turned to Feng Yan and the others, shouting, "Capture Yumian Haitang alive!"
Sima Changfeng and Shangguan Yan immediately stepped forward to grab Leng Yue's arms. Leng Yue was now powerless to resist. The bloodstain on her chest spread out, a large, bright red flower, resembling a splash-ink peony. She raised her chin slightly, her pale face devoid of any color, yet a perplexing smile still lingered at the corner of her mouth.
Ouyang Mingri's voice was hoarse: "Yumian Haitang has been executed. He has been taken to a secret room to await his fate."
Tears welled up in Mingri's eyes, the Wuwo sword in his hand trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but clench his teeth.
Leng Yue, oh Leng Yue, how nice it would be if you had never been involved in this.
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