"I told him that too, and he didn't say anything," Qingyao nodded. In two days, she would be a full month old. The most troublesome thing now wasn't Wuqing making her leave the valley, because as long as she didn't want to, no one could make her. In fact, after staying for so many days, she had gotten a sense of Wuqing's personality.
He wasn't as cold-blooded and heartless as he appeared on the outside. His heart was actually crisp and transparent. Sometimes, killing was just a way to conceal or suppress something stronger.
In short, she knew that he couldn't do anything about her, so most of the time, he let her do as she pleased.
Not only Wuqing, but everyone in the valley couldn't do anything about her, so she was living quite prosperously here. Even if she were to leave the valley, she wanted to master her martial arts. Once she mastered the Demon Qin and her hidden weapons, she would descend the mountain even without him telling her.
Firstly, she would bring Mei Xin back to Wuqing Valley and bury her in the peach blossom forest. The environment here was so beautiful, Mei Xin would definitely like it. Secondly, she wanted to avenge Mei Xin and personally kill Changsun Yin. She would not let that man go.
Mu Qingyao thought, a sharp, bloodthirsty cold glint flashing in her eyes.
"Miss, do you think the Prince of Nan'an will not give up?" Mochou was worried about something else, different from what her mistress was thinking.
"So what if he doesn't give up? Wuqing can change the formations in the swamp pool, so it will be difficult for him to get in. Let's not worry about that."
"Mhm, I understand."
Mochou nodded, and Moyou walked in to report respectfully.
"Miss, I've sent them out."
I hope they have the sense to leave quickly. I won't go back with them.
Mu Qingyao's expression was very cold. She didn't blame them, nor did she hate the person in the palace. It was simply because their concepts were different. She couldn't accept his understanding, and he probably couldn't accept hers either.
Since that was the case, why should the two of them stay together? One day, they would turn against each other. Even if they couldn't love each other deeply, they could at least be as frank as friends. They must not reach that point where they hurt themselves and others.
However, people outside the valley didn't think so.
In the lush green mountains, by the dark swamp pool, stood a row of tall, expressionless people.
The person in the lead, his long jade-colored brocade robe was lifted by the wind, his black hair flying wildly. His handsome face was somber, and in his dark, bottomless pupils, waves were rolling, and heat was constantly surging. The sunset glow, like burning flames, reddened the entire horizon.
He stood silently in the mountains, so desolate and lonely, like a solitary, unsupported eagle.
The afterglow of the setting sun, Qingge cast the setting sun.
His gaze was deep and far-reaching, fixed on a blooming scene in the distance, his heart churning as if being fried, filled with unease.
Wouldn't she fall for that ethereal man? Otherwise, why would she stay in the valley and not come out? She wouldn't even see him.
After months of constant travel, he had repeatedly thought that since she didn't like the palace, he should let her be free and live a happier life without oppression. She was not happy in the palace.
But the thought of never recognizing each other again, of meeting as strangers, made him terrified. It seemed like the cruelest thing in the world.
He had love and children, yet they ended up meeting on a narrow road and not recognizing each other.
So he couldn't just give up. At least he had to try and let her see his sincerity. But how could someone who wouldn't even see his face see his sincerity?
"Master, let's go out. Otherwise, it will be dark."
Bing Xiao, disguised as a man, spoke respectfully, a hint of heartache in her eyes. Her master had been traveling non-stop for days. Why was he doing this to himself? Since the Empress was unwilling to return to the palace, then let her be.
An Emperor like him, the dragon among men, could have any woman he wanted. There was no need for him to be so haggard over one woman.
However, Bing Xiao dared not say it. Her master had actually developed feelings. For someone he liked, he couldn't just let go. Moreover, with the royal bloodline present, it was even more impossible to let go.
But this Wuqing Valley was not easy to enter, and Wuqing himself was no ordinary person. If not for meeting Moyou this time, they might have been buried in this swamp pool. Could her master guarantee that this time it would be foolproof?
Thinking of this, Bing Xiao felt a little apprehensive and couldn't help but wonder in her heart.
What exactly was love? Why were so many people infatuated with it? For a beauty, they would provoke a riot. How many emperors had given up their hard-won empires for a beautiful woman?
All along, she thought her master was a shrewd, wise, and cold-blooded person. Unexpectedly, it was the opposite. He was sentimental, and deeply so. An emperor had gone to such lengths for a woman, and that woman seemed not to care. Was all this worth it?
Although that woman was rare in the world, she was still a woman in the end.
Her master should have great ambitions and pursue great undertakings. Now that internal troubles had been removed, the Crown Prince of Qingluo Kingdom had been injured, and the country was in turmoil. Her master could join hands with other countries to advance into Qingluo. But now, he was actually staying here.
Bing Xiao grumbled inwardly and looked up at her master. The lines of his profile were distinct, his features clear, and his eyes bright and beautiful, like precious, high-quality gemstones, shining brilliantly.
Although his appearance was that of the Prince of Nan'an, his supreme arrogance and domineering aura could not be hidden.
"Master?"
Bing Xiao called out again. The handsome man moved, turned, glanced at Bing Xiao, and coldly commanded, "We will camp here tonight and continue into the valley tomorrow. I must see her this time."
The last ray of sunset disappeared. The dim light surged, and the surroundings were slowly enveloped in a desolate aura.
Various wild beasts began to move. It was the time when nocturnal animals were active. Since they were to camp here tonight, they would have to be vigilant.
Who dared to sleep this night? Inside the hastily erected tent, only her master lay alone, while others took turns guarding outside to prevent beast attacks.
Numerous bonfires were piled around the tent, illuminating half the sky, making it clear to the people in the valley that they had not left.
In Wuqing's room, Qingfeng and Mingyue wore somber expressions.
"Young Master, those people are not leaving at all. They seem to want to enter again. Look?"
"Change the formation," Wuqing said calmly.
The moonlight shone on his face through the window lattice. His skin was as smooth as water, and a fleeting spark flashed in his eyes. His long, fair hands gently stroked the Fengwei Qin in his hand, recalling what she had said during the day.
She would start learning the Qin score in two days, but there was no Qin?
Actually, he had already prepared one for her. A faint smile curved his lips. He looked up at the moon outside, his eyes distant and ethereal.
His ink-black hair spread out like water, falling on his shoulders. The white robe contrasted with his black hair, making him look enchanting and delicate. He was lost in his own thoughts, quietly gazing at the moonlit water. Qingfeng and Mingyue were mesmerized.