Outside Linde Hall, Li Xuanzhen stood in front of the steps with his arms folded, his handsome face covered with a thin layer of light golden sunlight.
From below the steps came a wave of hearty laughter. Chief Yelu, with braids draped over his shoulder and in a laced Hu robe, entered the front hall of the Linde Hall surrounded by a group of people.
Li Xuanzhen stood above a draft and his wide overcoat robe was blown open by the wind. He watched Chief Yelu's back disappear through the vermillion palace gate.
Qin Fei stood behind him with a struggling look on his face, "Your Highness... Seventh Princess... Seventh Princess is, after all, your younger sister."
Although not a full-blooded younger sister, but still a sister with his blood.
Li Xuanzhen's thin lips were tightly pursed.
Qin Fei muttered in a low voice: "This subordinate should not speak out of turn, but this subordinate feels that Chief Historian Wei's method is too underhanded. How can you calculate a young lady like this? In this subordinate's opinion..."
Li Xuanzhen turned around abruptly.
Qin Fei was scared enough to jump three feet high. He swallowed the unfinished words back into his stomach, not daring to make a sound.
Li Xuanzhen turned his back on Linde Hall and left in big strides.
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Inside Linde Hall, Yaoying stood under a pomegranate tree full of bright red flowers. After waiting a while, she still did not see the representative from Daci'en Temple.
She asked the palace maid, "Why hasn't the representative arrived yet?"
The palace maid lowered her head and replied, "Your Highness, wait a little longer. Just now, the supervisor said that the representative has already arrived outside the hall."
Yaoying raised her eyes, quietly and carefully sizing up the palace maid.
The palace maid lowered her face, allowing her to look.
Yaoying frowned gently.
Something was wrong!
She turned on her heels and left.
The palace attendants looked at each other in dismay.
Without saying a word, Xie Qing gripped the sword's hilt tightly and followed Yaoying at a brisk pace.
The palace maid who replied was frozen in place, and only reacted when Yaoying had gone far away. She quickly ran up to her: "Your Highness, the representative will be here soon. Why are you leaving?"
Yaoying did not say a word.
The palace maid kept looking back and found a dozen figures approaching on the pathway leading to the front hall. She was overjoyed and reached out to pull Yaoying, "Your Highness, look! The representative is here!"
Yaoying ignored the palace maid, leaving without looking back.
The palace maid's heart thumped. She ran a few steps faster to block Yaoying's way, a broad smile on her face: "Your Highness, look! The representative is really here!"
Yaoying glanced at the palace maid coldly.
The palace maid calmly said, "If you don't believe me, turn around and look."
Yaoying did not turn around.
Xie Qing took a step forward and unsheathed a long sword: "Get lost!"
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Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight
Romance"Thousand Miles Bright Moonlight" will be adapted to chinese drama soon. Yaoying transmigrated into a novel. In the chaotic and troubled times, many nations were at war. Her father happened to be the most powerful of those vying for supremacy, her...
