Xing Yuan looked at her appearance, and although she felt a little soft-hearted, she still insisted on letting her reach her limit before letting her rest. At least, it shouldn't be a wasted effort!
For the first few days, Bai Qingyue probably persisted with the idea of being able to leap over rooftops and run on walls in the future. But as time went on, Bai Qingyue realized that the hardships of practicing martial arts were not necessarily proportional to the results. Her emotions gradually became negative.
Freezing water takes more than a day to freeze. Practicing martial arts naturally cannot yield results overnight. As the legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister's mansion, Bai Qingyue could not refuse some invitations, so strictly speaking, she did not have much time to spend on martial arts every day.
Xing Yuan had not considered this problem at first, but she gradually understood a truth: Bai Yulin was probably just being polite and did not intend for his legitimate daughter to actually practice martial arts.
Upon realizing this, Xing Yuan's spirits sagged. However, thinking of the potential threats, Xing Yuan still asked Bai Qingyue to set aside some time each day to train, but she was no longer as strict, aiming to give her the ability to delay when encountering danger.
Besides this, Xing Yuan became a human pendant, following Bai Qingyue wherever she went. Coupled with her deliberate disguise as a person from the martial world, it made others believe that she was a guard hired by Prime Minister Bai to protect his daughter.
Bai Yuelin was so jealous that her teeth itched, but she could not expose the truth due to her mother's instructions. Now that everyone misunderstood, it could also create an image of a loving father for her father. If others knew that Xing Yuan was not hired by her father at all, but was from her mother's side. The gossip outside could be easily handled, but those censors would not care about these things and might bring a lot of trouble to her father!
Although Bai Qingyue was disappointed in her father, she still cared about their blood ties and was unwilling to tarnish his reputation. As for Xing Yuan, she had always been a good child who listened to her elder sister! (*^▽^*)
The world is never short of cannon fodder, but no one is willing to be used as a pawn for no reason. As Xing Yuan slowly infiltrated Bai Qingyue's life, the Pavilion Master of Wu Ren Gui once again came knocking.
"Jue Jian, you are the number one assassin of Wu Ren Gui. This matter is tailor-made for you!" In the inn, the Pavilion Master persuaded her earnestly. He had finally found his way to the capital, and the round trip had taken a lot of time. If Xing Yuan did not agree, Feng Liyan would have completed his mission and returned.
Then wouldn't he have failed the opportunity that his master had painstakingly created?
"Pavilion Master, there are so many assassins in the pavilion! I have been cultivating myself recently and do not wish to kill anyone!" No matter how eloquently the Pavilion Master spoke, Xing Yuan maintained a calm expression.
The Pavilion Master choked. There were indeed many assassins in their pavilion, but they were all useless. So many of them could not even get close to Feng Liyan before being stopped. Otherwise, he would not have traveled all the way to the capital to invite someone. When it came to killing, no one in the martial world could surpass Jue Jian.
But this was naturally not something he could say. The Pavilion Master could only increase the stakes. "As long as you complete this business, I guarantee that the pavilion will offer you ten thousand taels of gold!"
This number one assassin had always been fond of wealth. With such a high price, she would surely agree!
Xing Yuan's heart stirred. The original owner had indeed practiced martial arts to the point of being foolish. She should have delayed for a few more days and directly agreed. She knew that Wu Ren Gui had only offered ten thousand taels of silver for her to pay with her life. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
She had not thought deeply about it before, but now that she thought about it carefully, many things were traceable. If her guess was correct, the leader behind this assassin organization called Wu Ren Gui was the Third Prince Feng Liyu.
It made sense. An assassin organization could not only help him accumulate wealth but also help him eliminate his rivals, which was a win-win situation.
Although Xing Yuan herself intended to kill Feng Liyan, it was not yet time, and she was unwilling to let the person hiding behind the scenes benefit.
Thinking of this, Xing Yuan looked at the Pavilion Master and said seriously, "Pavilion Master, do you truly want me to take on this mission?"
"Of course!" Seeing that Xing Yuan's attitude had softened a little, the Pavilion Master nodded quickly.
"It's not difficult for me to take on this task, but it depends on your sincerity, Pavilion Master." Xing Yuan raised her eyebrows, her smile becoming more sincere.
"Don't worry, we are naturally very sincere."
"I don't think so! Otherwise, why isn't your true master here to negotiate with me today?"
Xing Yuan stood up, her eyes fixed on him with great pressure, and continued, "Please go back and tell your master that if he truly wants his life, he should come and negotiate with me personally."
"You, what nonsense are you talking about? Who is my master?" The Pavilion Master's eyes instantly became uncertain. No one had discovered this for so many years. Was Xing Yuan trying to trick him?
Xing Yuan smiled, her face full of indifference. "It doesn't matter if the Pavilion Master believes it or not, but please convey a message for me: If you want me to kill his brother who is vying for the family fortune, it's no problem, but I want to negotiate terms with him personally."
This time, the Pavilion Master was sure that Xing Yuan indeed knew the identity of his master. He looked at her with vigilance for a moment and compromised, "I will relay your words to the master as they are. As for whether the master will come to see you, I don't know."
"Then, I'll trouble you, Pavilion Master." Xing Yuan smiled, turned, and quietly left the inn from a corner.
"Your Highness, what do you think?" After the Pavilion Master respectfully reported his conversation with Xing Yuan that day to his master, he stood by his side, awaiting the master's next command.
Feng Liyu chuckled, his fox-like eyes full of amusement. "Help me invite this assassin lady out. It's been a long time since I've met such an interesting person."
"Yes!" The Pavilion Master did not ask why, but responded respectfully, his gaze towards his master filled with sincerity.
The message reached Xing Yuan that same evening. Xing Yuan had already been certain that Feng Liyu would agree, but she did not expect it to be so soon. It seemed that the current situation was very unfavorable for this Third Prince.
Indeed, if Feng Liyu had the ability to secure his position through his own means, the Heavenly Dao of this world would not have given his own son such an advantage. She had not forgotten that one of her tasks was to help Feng Liyu ascend the throne.
After everyone in the Prime Minister's mansion had fallen asleep in the dead of night, Xing Yuan quietly left her room and used her Qinggong to go to the appointment.
She did not notice that as she left, Bai Qingyue, who was awake due to insomnia and had opened her window for fresh air, saw her clearly. The main reason was that Xing Yuan had already understood the habits of the people in the mansion. Who knew that it was precisely when she left that she was seen by the person she least wanted to know.
Bai Qingyue thought she had seen an illusion and simply got dressed, got out of bed, and walked to Xing Yuan's room. After confirming that Xing Yuan had indeed left the mansion, a hint of doubt arose in her heart. Where was Xing Yuan going so late at night?