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Chapters 301-310

Chapter 301: An ice-cold warning

It was a dim night.

Long Feiye extinguished the lights in his sleeping quarters and stood alone by the windows of his study, staring out in the direction of the Leisurely Cloud Pavilion. Han Yunxi could see his entire building from her garret window, but had no idea he could do the same to her in his study. The lights of the Leisurely Cloud Pavilion were still lit, outlining the slender form of Han Yunxi in the window. If this was the past, Long Feiye would definitely spend seven to eight nights out of every ten at the Serene Pavilion. But this time, he'd always sought to return home every night. Even if his work kept him up until dawn, he would still insist on making a trip back here.

He crossed his arms behind his head and propped his legs on the window ledge, the moonlight illuminating his perfect proportions. In the darkness of the night, he looked exceptionally solitary and mysterious. As he stared at Han Yunxi's shadow, he slowly lost himself in thought. Things about the Poison Sect, the West Qin imperial clan, the Seven Noble Families, Han Yunxi's parents, his own mufei...

The tranquil moonlight shone on his cool, handsome face, but no one could guess the thoughts beneath its expressionless exterior. Suddenly, he spoke. "Aunt Ru, you can come out now."

Aunt Ru emerged from the shadows in front of his window, her long hair piled up atop her head. White gauze was wrapped around her neck and shoulders, a sign of her heavy injuries. She was going to sit on the window ledge when she noticed that Long Feiye had no intentions of removing his legs. In the end, she was left standing.

That day, she'd received news of Han Yunxi's sighting in the City of Daughters even earlier than Tang Li. The first thing she did was rush to the scene, but she found no sign of that woman. Instead, she ran into a bunch of high-skilled professional assassins instead. Her neck and shoulder injuries had come from that day. Fortunately, she'd escaped in time before she lost her life. She really had no idea who had hired the 100 assassins to ambush Long Feiye and force him onto his death.

"What, you've finally lowered yourself to beg that girl back?" Aunt Ru ridiculed.

Long Feiye didn't answer, but simply tossed her a bottle of Jinchuang Medicine.1 "The healing effects aren't bad, try it out."

"Heh, so you still know to care for your aunt's well being!" Aunt Ru's tone was acrid. "If it was you who had gone to the City of Daughters that day, the consequences would've been unthinkable!"

The City of Daughters had been a trap that lured the victim in step by step. If Long Feiye had gone there in his crazed state, he might have overlooked all the dangers and really follow the bait to the end. Long Feiye didn't reply, but Aunt Ru was long used to his silences. She held herself back and asked, "Ye'er, tell Aunt Ru the truth. Have you really taken a fancy to that woman?"

"Ye'er, Aunt Ru's thought it over these past few days. If you really fancy her, I won't object." As she spoke, she cast a glance at Long Feiye. When she saw that he was listening, she continued. "How about this? I'll take her back to the Tang Clan so we can focus on studying the Perplexing Butterfly Illusion."

"Back to the Tang Clan?" Long Feiye finally opened his mouth.

Was this an opening? Aunt Ru rejoiced before entering his study from a side door to stand by his side. "Yes, back to the Tang Clan! Your mother left behind so many rare books on poisons from the Poison Sect. What she doesn't understand, Han Yunxi might unravel. Moreover, Tianning's capital city's a place of dispute. Emperor Tianhui's been waiting for you to come back the entire time."

Long Feiye stared fixedly at the Leisurely Cloud Pavilion, not sparing Aunt Ru a glance. A cold smile crept upon his lips, as chilly as the autumn night.