470: Chapter 51: Crackdown 470: Chapter 51: Crackdown Killing a person does not necessarily require one to act personally.
For Xie Xuanyi, the most “secure” way was, of course, to take action himself…
None of those whom he sought to kill with his sword had ever survived.
Once promoted to Yin God, Yuan Jimo would be on a path with no return.
But for now.
The Taoist sect was a sharp sword.
True Master Jun Shan, the reincarnated Yang God on par with Miao Zhen, possessed an extraordinarily transcendent status within the Taoist community.
With Xiao Yaozi in seclusion and Chong Kan taking his seat in the back mountain, as long as True Master Jun Shan wished, the Seven Pavilion Masters of the Taoist sect had to follow his commands…
However, convincing True Master Jun Shan to unsheathe his sword was no easy task.
The purple phoenix soared a distance through the Imperial City.
Unexpectedly, it didn’t stop at the location of the Book Tower, but landed in front of a secluded garden instead.
“Mr.
Chen Jingxuan invites me to a chat…
choosing this place?”
Xie Xuanyi raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.
“I didn’t say earlier that our leisurely chat this time was to be at the Book Tower.”
Sang Zheng, the guard, smiled and said, “It’s a rare occasion for the National Master to be in such a delightful mood.
Little Xie Mountain Master, please come inside.”
Hearing this, Xie Xuanyi also smiled.
“That’s also true…
It’s good to step out for a walk after spending days on end in the Book Tower.”
The three followed Sang Zheng into the courtyard, meandering along a winding stream accompanied by the spread of piano music.
This garden was built with remarkable luxury.
Inside the courtyard was another world altogether, where landscapes relied on each other.
Maids with fruit plates and tea cups wanted to help guests take off their shoes but were all waved off by Sang Zheng.
“Wow…”
Duan Zhao placed his hands behind his head and couldn’t help but express his admiration, “This place must be built by the Imperial Family, right?”
“Indeed.”
Sang Zheng paused slightly, “This garden was commissioned ten years ago, took nine years to build, and was finally completed last year…”
Ten years was a very special term.
Ten years ago, Emperor Chu passed away.
Judging from the landscaped mountains and waters of the courtyard and the scattered jewels, this garden…
clearly came from “that person’s” hands.
“Quite beautiful.”
Xie Xuanyi commented nonchalantly.
Seeing the scenery of this garden, he had already guessed that today’s meeting might involve more than just one person.
“The two of you, please follow me to the right.”
At the end of the corridor by the waterscape, Sang Zheng smiled, extending his hand to stop Deng Baiyi and Duan Zhao from continuing further.
The two exchanged a glance.
“You go ahead.
I will come later.”
Xie Xuanyi said loudly and stepped forward.
The following corridor was somber and deserted, still surrounded by scenic views, but it felt extraordinarily cold.
No serving maids could be seen on either side, instead, some faint, dull lights of Divine Souls flickered in secret… These were the Black Scale Guards, the Death Soldiers of the Great Chu Royal Family, who could lie in wait for days on end without sleep or rest on a single command.
Clearly.
This Royal Garden was heavily guarded at its end.
Moments later, Xie Xuanyi arrived at the end of the corridor, and the melodious music slowly sounded.
He saw a familiar Red Pavilion and the swirling snowflakes.
Outside the Red Pavilion, a woman was playing the piano.
Snowflakes whirled all around.
The Snow Master, Fangyuan Square’s minor Pavilion Master, and a peak Yin God, personally played the music.
Inside the Red Pavilion, Emperor Chu Yin sat relaxed and comfortably leaning on the back of a chair.
She wasn’t wearing hairpins, and her robe was not neatly dressed, letting her long hair scatter freely as she closed her eyes and quietly reveled in the hard-won sound of the piano…
On the other side,
Chen Jingxuan was as usual, always with an ancient book in hand.
In front of the Little National Master, there stood a small red clay furnace, with a slight warmth drifting out and the flame flickering, illuminating his serene and elegant face.
“Have you arrived?”
Mister Chen had heard the footsteps from the corridor long ago.
He slightly moved his head, gestured Xie Xuanyi with a wave of his hand, indicating him to hurry up and join him in the Red Pavilion.
Xie Xuanyi just nodded.
No wonder the news from the Great Pudu Temple was replied to in an instant.
So today he was not laboring in the Book Tower.
But listening to music here.
“Your Majesty, I trust you’ve been well.”
Xie Xuanyi greeted from the end of the corridor.
The woman sitting lazily slowly opened her eyes; although Emperor Chu Yin was young, her gaze contained an imperial charisma.
She usually had to play the role of a foolish, clumsy idiot, but once the disguise was lifted, buried deep within that youthful gaze was an incisive sharpness that couldn’t be ignored.
“Xie Zhen, congratulations to you.”
Emperor Chu Yin slowly sat up straight, combed her messy hair, adjusted her clothes, and ultimately restored the image of a sovereign before congratulating Xie Xuanyi.
“Mr.
Chen told me that you would certainly defeat Miao Zhen…”
“I didn’t believe it, originally.”
The victory at the Great Pudu Temple today was excellent news for the Great Chu Royal Family!
A significant part of the fortune seized by Miao Zhen came from the Imperial Family.
The Imperial City was under the emperor’s feet.
These families and sects, once defeated, would not only lose a part of their own fortune but would also cause the Great Chu Royal Family to lose their luck along with them.
If Miao Zhen had stood until the end on the Golden Body Tower Top today, it would have been necessary to call on True Master Jun Shan.
“Your Majesty should have more confidence in me.”
Xie Xuanyi responded indifferently, “Today I thought it was only Mr.
Chen here.”
“I heard that these days, you’ve been listening to music in the Imperial City.”
Emperor Chu Yin smiled, “Only today, due to the trivial matters of the Great Pudu Temple, were you delayed…
so I invited Mr.
Chen to this ‘Moon Hidden Garden’.
There are no outsiders in today’s meeting, and the musician is none other than the Snow Master.”
“I’m somewhat flattered.”
Xie Xuanyi’s reaction remained unruffled, “I’m not in the mood for music today, Your Majesty, if you have something to say, please speak directly.”
“Alright…”
The young emperor, after all, was still youthful, she said helplessly, “The matter that you and I discussed in the Red Pavilion some days ago…
have you given it any thought?”