Chapter 86: Past Beckons
Xing nodded with fake enthusiasm and turned to leave.
Who’ll come to this place again! Ha! I going to meet my Prince! May be I should ask him to make a painting of me. I wonder how I’ll look in his painting,Xing was wondering and was about to leave when Lord Zhong entered the study with Eunuch Xin shooed away by him.
Seeing her leaving, Lord Zhong wrapped his arms around her shoulders,
"Come in, brat! I need to discuss something with you"
Xing could not escape his hold and was almost dragged back into the Imperial Study by the Great General.
Shengli who followed Xing was waiting in a tea shop watching the gates of the Imperial Palace and waited for her return. He looked like an immortal who had descended to take a look on the mortal realm with his white robes and his silver hair fluttering in the wind and his solemn glance made him look surreal and unapproachable.
Shengli didn’t know what his brother wanted to talk to her but it made him uncomfortable. The fact that she might be the divine ruler and his worry that if his father mentioned that to him he must have mentioned it to his brother too. His father was obsessed with the fact after all. If so how will his brother take it?
Also, Even though he knew Xing had no feelings for his brother and he trusted his brother’s morals, there was a small part of him that felt uneasy. He tried to put back those feelings but he could not.
Just then a fast carriage passed by him and a bamboo tube was thrown at him. Shengli by instinct caught it and the seal on it made his heart skip a beat and he looked at the carriage that had already sped away and there was no way to catch the person now. The seal was the defensive posture of a cobra with it’s head fanned out and it’s splitted tongue was out - a scary image, the personal seal of Shihong and it fitted him.
If I cannot be a dragon, I’d be a snake! Both are similar aren’t they? Shengli remembered Shihong’s words and his face went pale.
Why is he contacting me now? Is he in the city? Should I read the letter?
Shengli’s thoughts were muddled and his heart beat fast and perspiration formed on his forehead. After the incident at the Caijing library eight years back, this is the first time Shihong has contacted him directly.