Chapter 268 - 267 The Sorrow of Zhao Jiangning

Perhaps it was for Chen Mo to heal her injuries.

Or maybe because she thought he had taken so much advantage of her, she believed she held some weight in his heart and sought his comfort.

But she felt that Chen Mo’s attitude towards her had become indifferent.

Even though the Chen Mansion still received her with courtesy.

However, Chen Mo no longer had any intention of teasing her.

Nor did he joke with her.

He didn’t even take advantage of her; he treated her properly and professionally.

He even significantly reduced the time for treatment.

Today, when treating the injury on her right leg, it took just the time of an incense stick to heal.

Chen Mo released her calf, wiped his hands with a towel prepared nearby, and said, "Prince De Ning, today’s treatment is over. In at most two days, all your ailments should be healed."

After speaking, Chen Mo turned his back and said, "Prince De Ning, I have some matters to attend to, so I won’t accompany you. You can leave on your own once you’re ready."

Seeing Chen Mo’s attitude of wanting to dissociate after healing, for some reason, she felt a pang in her heart, bit her lip, and ultimately said nothing.

After he left, her eyes immediately became misty.

She struggled to get up, tidied herself in front of the copper mirror, and headed outside before regaining her strength.

As soon as she walked out of the room, she stumbled and was caught by Chen Mo, who was instructing Chun Lan at that moment.

"Prince De Ning, are you alright?" Chen Mo asked with concern.

Chun Lan looked at Zhao Jiangning with a meaningful glance.

A single man and a woman alone in a room.

Both came out one after the other.

Prince De Ning’s legs went weak as soon as she came out.

What they did was obvious without explanation.

"None of your business."

Zhao Jiangning shook off Chen Mo’s hand and left Chen Mansion with the help of two maids.

"???

"Crazy." Chen Mo muttered angrily, thinking he’d kindly treated her without teasing, yet received such treatment.

Of course, if he knew what Zhao Jiangning thought, Chen Mo would surely exclaim his innocence.

Because it was only this morning that he did that thing, Chen Mo was still in a sage-like state, coupled with the simulated coercion, making him feel like a villain. So, he didn’t tease Zhao Jiangning during treatment.

As for having matters to attend to, Chen Mo genuinely had issues to handle due to the recent failure of the Western Shu rebellion, leaving him with much to process.

But in Chun Lan’s view, she thought Zhao Jiangning must have been bullied by her master just now.

"It’s too much." Chun Lan couldn’t help but sigh.

"What?" Chen Mo was bewildered.

"I didn’t expect Master could even handle Empress De Ning." Chun Lan said.

Chen Mo: "..."

Flicking Chun Lan’s forehead, he said, "It’s not what you think, don’t overthink, go get to work."

"Master, I understand." Chun Lan giggled and, after becoming Chen Mo’s woman and under his indulgence, became much bolder.

"Do you want to be unable to get out of bed tomorrow morning?" Chen Mo warned.

Frightened, Chun Lan stopped joking and quickly ran away.

...

The continual rebellions perhaps made Zhao Ji increasingly uneasy; the entire Imperial Palace, even all of Bianliang, was on heightened alert.

There was originally no curfew in Bianliang, but today, a curfew was imposed, with Imperial Guard patrols at night.

Chen Mo was assigning his men to patrol in shifts at night.

As for the guards protecting the Imperial City, they were all pro-royalists.

The rain did not stop all night.

A hundred miles away from Bianliang, deep in a mountain forest under the curtain of rain, towering ancient trees blocked out the sun, and thick canopy stretched to the horizon. The occasional roars of wild beasts added a deadliness to the deep forest.

Having escaped from Shuiming County that day, the old Daoist hid here, using the natural herbs of the deep forest to treat his chest wound.

Chen Mo’s sword had pierced his chest, though not fatal, it caused him considerable harm, greatly reducing his power.

But the continuous heavy rain made the environment of the deep forest extremely harsh, not life-threatening but certainly irritating.

Especially tonight when a landslide buried the cave he was residing in; it took all his strength to escape.

He roamed through the deep forest at night, seeking another cave to dwell in.

He headed towards the source of the beast’s roar, judging it as a tiger’s roar and considering occupying the tiger’s den.

Tap tap...

Tiny raindrops fell endlessly in the dense forest. As the old Daoist crossed a puddle, he suddenly sensed something and turned around sharply.

The water in the puddle behind suddenly rose and gradually formed into a humanoid shape. As the water broke apart, a stunning woman in a Daoist robe suspended above the puddle appeared. Raindrops descending from the sky parted three inches above her head.

She flicked her Duster and said calmly, "Long time no see!"

Fear-stricken like seeing a ghost, the old Daoist fell to the ground, his pupils contracted, "It’s...you, Junior Sister."

"Since the moment you were expelled from the sect by our Master, I am no longer your Junior Sister." Lin Su Ya maintained her calm tone and continued, "You should understand why I am here."

The old Daoist’s expression changed, then he said, "Is that boy your disciple?"

Lin Su Ya nodded.

"Indeed, the pupil surpasses the master. Like you, so young yet possesses such strength. He should be your brother, right?" the old Daoist said.

Lin Su Ya’s brows raised, revealing confusion.

"Isn’t he?" The old Daoist’s eyes flickered in surprise, "If not related to you by blood, why does he also have Heaven and Earth Lose Color?"

Lin Su Ya was taken aback.

The old Daoist continued, "Don’t you know?"

Lin Su Ya fell silent, then closed and reopened her eyes, saying, "Since you know why I’m here, you should end yourself."

Hearing this, the old Daoist hesitated, then sneered, "What? You don’t dare to do it yourself? Or are you afraid of being accused of killing your senior brother..."

Before finishing his words, Lin Su Ya’s Duster flicked, and the old Daoist stopped breathing, falling to the ground with a thud, unmoving.

"I meant to give you an honorable death; it was your choice to squander it."

After speaking, Lin Su Ya’s figure disappeared into the deep forest, as if she was never there.

Soon after Lin Su Ya left, the old Daoist’s body inexplicably caught fire in the drizzle.

...

Bianliang, as the day broke.

Chen Mo had just woken up when he sensed something.

After dressing, he appeared beneath a deserted pavilion in a flicker.

"Master, why are you here?" Chen Mo looked at Lin Su Ya and asked.

"Just returned after finishing some matters, and came by to check on the White Fox you mentioned. I left in haste that day and forgot."