The Legend Of Fuyao Book 1

Clear Water and Flying Sleeves

The Mystic Essence Sword Sect was one of the best martial arts sects within the Taiyuan nation. Disciples were also mostly from aristocratic families, and it was rather negligent of Qi Xunyi to detain the whole sect without seeking approval from the local authorities. It wasnt a surprising move, however, since this particular prince had always acted as he pleased. Everyone in the world knew that he had no restraint and behaved the most preposterous of all princes. In fact, it would be weird if he actually followed conventions.

Qi Xunyi locked up whoever he wanted to before paying the Wuji nations advisor a visit. On behalf of the Taiyuan court, he expressed his deepest apologies to the advisor and immediately released an order to clear the latter of all suspicions.

At this point, Meng Fuyao had already infiltrated the advisors troops and exited the sects territory.

Somethings strange, Meng Fuyao mumbled for the umpteenth time, and finally muttered, I had wanted to shift the blame, but it was merely to cause confusion and free myself in the process. Qi Xunyis definitely aware that somethings amiss and wont be duped so easily, but it seems now that hes determined to start from Lin Xuanyuan. Dont tell me its because of his absurdity; from the exchange we had that night, I can tell that his so-called lack of restraint is a mere pretence.

Its better for a woman to be of average intelligence, Yuan Zhaoxu advised with curled lips. Isnt it good that youre free now? Why care so much?

Say it! Meng Fuyao raised her voice urgently and grabbed his collar as if she was about to release a horse for battle.

You do know that the powerful martial artists of every nation are participating in politics, and the Mystic Essence Sword Sect has always held a neutral stance. There are hints, however, that the sect is leaning toward the crown prince of Taiyuan in recent years and between the crown prince and the third prince, they are only amiable on the outside. Yuan Zhaoxu lifted his finger and regained control of his collar.

Shocked in realization, she expressed, Ahh, so all Qi Xunyi needs is an excuse, no matter how lacking, for him to take action. No wonder you had me employ the sects skills when invading his room. As for Lin Xuanyuan, even if he knew that I was the culprit, he wouldnt have been able to explain my whereabouts or even death. Hes been backed into a corner.

Her eyes fell upon the hand that Yuan Zhaoxu had reached out. On the hollow of his palm was a pale-white lotus flower mark that looked incredibly realistic. Meng Fuyao couldnt help but raise her brows and ask, Whats that? A birthmark?

After a brief pause, Yuan Zhaoxu jerked his hand, his sleeve falling back down to cover his palm. With a faint smile, he answered, Sort of.

He had on his usual expression, but Meng Fuyao could sense his unhappiness and figured that she had violated his personal space. Thus, she kept on a smile and said nothing more.

Lord Yuan Bao peeked his head out of Yuan Zhaoxus embrace and stared at the lotus flower with jealousy as if wanting to bite it off.

At this point, the troops had arrived at a stream at the bottom of the Mystic Essence Mountain and had stopped to rest and drink water. Qi Xunyis guards were a step behind them and reached in no time as well. Qi Xunyis carriage was ostentatiously bright and a beautiful maid and young male servant followed by the side. Because golden bells were attached to all four corners of the carriage, ringing's could be heard from afar and throughout their whole journey.

An enchanting and soft singing voice, mixed with a delicate laugh, rang from inside the carriage. It sounded quite familiar, and as Meng Fuyao was trying hard to identify it, she also noticed the advisor exchanging glances with his subordinate, their expressions turning awkward immediately.