Feng Puzhi didn't respond, and turned, leaving the warm room. "Jie, don't listen to what Shifu said," Qin Anhe only dared to mumble quietly after watching Feng Puzhi go far away. "Any good plan has something overlooked; what if Shifu's wrong?" "I know." Chen Xun raised a hand, placing it over Qin Anhe's, but her voice was desolate. The heavy scent of medicine floated in the wing of the relay station; only when Su Ya made it to the doorway did she suddenly feel that this room was one she'd been in when she'd arrived to the Great Li as Envoy back then. But things had changed with the passage of time, and now, it was she who was entering from outside. Su Ya pushed the door open without knocking; when she entered, Qin Zhixun was half-reclining on the gold-embroidered pillow, and she reached out, picking up the bowl of medicine on the low table. "Shejin's eye for selecting envoys has gotten worse and worse." Su Ya brushed o...

Song Juguang had more or less decided to tell Jiang Changbai everything, but she'd only just spoken when a sudden change occurred on the horizon. The originally fine flutter of falling snow suddenly changed to the size of goose feathers, and amid the thick layers of clouds in the sky, there was suddenly the muted sound of thunder. Both of their expressions changed. Jiang Changbai only now recalled that, each time she'd asked Song Juguang about her past, strange things like this would occur. A sudden thread of comprehension flashed through her mind, and Jiang Changbai looked at Song Juguang, and asked, testingly, "You can't say it?" Song Juguang closed her eyes and let out a sigh, and then nodded slowly. The goose feather snow suddenly grew smaller. A degree of pleasant surprise flashed in Jiang Changbai's eyes, and she continued, "Then, is Qin Zhixun truly your shimei?" Song Juguang first nodded, and then immediately shook her head. She was, but she ...

In the bone-chilling cold of the prison cell, the fog that puffed out from their mouths could form frost. But in this instant, it seemed as if no one was aware of the cold around them, their gazes flitting to Song Juguang. "You think she's your older sister?" Jiang Changbai's fingertips sank into flesh, but her face still carried a smile. "How can you be certain?" Song Juguang felt cold sweat emerge on the nape of her neck, and her gaze towards the girl grew harsher. There really was a dark red birthmark on her back, but only her bedfellow knew that. The jailer, seeing that Jiang Changbai had asked a question, grabbed the girl's dishevelled hair. "You're running your mouth! Are these people you can implicate?" As she, she was about to slap the girl, but Jiang Changbai called her to a halt. "Wait." Jiang Changbai raised a hand, grasping the jailer's wrist, the gold embroidery on her cuff giving off a cold light under the torch...

"Let her in," Jiang Changbai ordered seriously, restraining her emotions. Song Juguang stared fixedly at Sheng Yunxing, who entered slowly, and felt herself release a breath. "Come, stand," Jiang Changbai's gaze swept over Sheng Yunxing, and she asked warmly, "what's so urgent?" Having received permission, Sheng Yunxing hurriedly rose from the ground, and when she spoke, she was quite anxious. "Bixia, that Envoy from Shejin, Qin Zhixun-daren, was attacked by an assassin." "What?!" Both spoke at once, and both Jiang Changbai and Song Juguang were startled. Song Juguang strode to Sheng Yunxing, and the urgency in her gaze shocked Sheng Yunxing stiff. "Say that again?" Luckily, Sheng Yunxing wasn't a coward, and though Song Juguang's expression was shocking, she still quickly adjusted her state of mind, and said, "Wangjun, just now Qin-daren, Qin Zhixun, was attacked by an assassin at the relay station. Lucki...

Time never showed mercy, and her health having been injured years before, now, Su Ya's face had already begun to show wrinkles. Jiang Changbai sighed, and said, "We've heard that Qin Zhixun only entered Shejin's court this year. We saw her before the Palace Banquet, and looking at her features, she appears more like someone from the Great Li. You must have met the guards that follow by her side, yet you don't remember their names." The implication in Jiang Changbai's words was clear. Though Qin Zhixun had come from Shejin, she wasn't from the same place as Su Ya. Even if they met, there wouldn't be the joy of meeting someone from her homeland. As for the guards who followed by her side, the distance between them was as sharp as night and day, and they would be even less familiar with Su Ya. But Su Ya continued to kowtow, and said, "Even if Qin-daren truly is from the Great Li, this subject still wishes to meet her." Su Ya's life in t...

Song Juguang's reprimand startled Qin Zhixun, and she smiled mockingly, and said, "Aren't I just wanting to help Shijie out?" She wasn't wrong; the spiritual power in the mortal world was thin, and not only would one's cultivation not advance, it would regress. Everyone wanted to finish their mission as soon as possible and return to the sect. From the time Qin Zhixun had entered the sect, it was Song Juguang who had acted as the model of how to carry out their assignments, teaching them, and that she would feel filial towards her was normal. But Song Juguang didn't accept her feelings, but rather hardened her expression, and asked, "Setting aside that each world only has one person training in it, your appearance here is already far from the typical. Aside from Shizun, the only one who knows a person's mission is she herself, so what do you mean by 'helping me'?" Though this body wasn't originally Song Juguang's, and its face...

Yet another Spring Festival. It was the first day of the tenth year of Dao'an. Liang Jiwen had dealt with the winds of fortune in Shejin so many years, and now, she'd finally removed all the old ministers who'd been left behind from the old King of Shejin and her older brothers' time, promoting her own confidants and stabilising the government. In large part due to her recollection of Jiang Changbai's past kindness, this year was the first time she'd sent a delegation to offer tribute. The envoy had arrived in the capital early that morning, and now it was evening, and the Palace was about to put on a Palace Banquet. The Palace Banquets of now were quite different from those in the past. In the past, the imperial clan had been large, and only officials of first rank and relatives of the imperial family were allowed to attend. But now, the imperial clan had died off in its entirety in the fighting seven years ago, and only a few of the women who weren't blood...