The king put down the imperial edict and said, "Sect Master, what kind of destined people have you met over the years? They don't seem very eloquent."
Ahri stood quietly, silent, like a still stone statue.
The king slowly rose and walked steadily to Ah Li and Lin Mojie. His voice was deep and powerful as he said, "To me, whether that king of a different surname has ulterior motives is not important. As long as he is capable enough to be a king of a different surname, I can appoint him as such. But if killing a king of a different surname can allow me to regain military power and stabilize my regime, then why shouldn't I go with the flow?"
The king's words struck Lin Mojie's heart like a thunderbolt. He was jolted back, his voice trembling, "Impossible! How could this be!"
The king stared intently at Ah Li with deep eyes, and did not continue speaking.
Ahri sighed helplessly and remarked, "The king's methods are becoming more and more refined."
A rare smile appeared on the king's face. He said, "I remember when we first met, you were already an old man with white hair. Over the years, I have been looking forward to your passing."
Ah Li said slowly, "You should know that the people of the Ghost Pavilion are immortal."
"I know."
The king reached out to touch Ahri, but only touched a wisp of empty air.
When he looked up, Lin Mojie and Ali had already disappeared from sight, as if swallowed by the thick fog.
The king frowned slightly, a hint of regret in his eyes: "He escaped again."
At this moment, several eunuchs slowly opened the door to the imperial study. Outside the door stood a dense array of archers and imperial guards, resembling a desolate forest.
If Ah Li were not a member of the Ghost Pavilion, the king only needed to give an order, and she and Lin Mojie would be riddled with arrows.
Ali stood with Lin Mojie on the high rooftop, gazing at everything in the Imperial Study.
Ah Li slowly said, "Do you understand now that without his tacit approval and indulgence, would the tragedy of your family's massacre have happened?"
Lin Mojie seemed to still be reeling from the blow and hadn't come to his senses.
Ahri continued, "You can also think about it. Perhaps letting you escape was to make you the sharpest weapon to assassinate the prime minister."
Lin Mojie's eyes widened suddenly, as if asking: Am I just a pawn, being played with like a puppet?
This is also the truth that Ah Li discovered. She has not told Lin Mojie because she was worried that he would not believe it easily.
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