Chapter 35: Zhou Tian's Heart Knot

"Third Senior Sister, let me come help you?"

Zhou Tian looked at Mo Qingyan before him, and swallowed hard again.

When a woman is at her weakest, she is either injured or lovelorn.

Of course, for a woman like Mo Qingyan, love is absolutely out of the question.

And being injured should be one's best opportunity.

Mo Qingyan, injured at this moment, had a pallid face, her body curled up on the bed, possessing a kind of sickly beauty that evoked pity.

Precisely because of this, Zhou Tian's heart was stirred to the extreme.

"No need, you can't help me—get out."

Seeing Zhou Tian approach, Mo Qingyan panicked inside.

She unconsciously drew a deep breath; as this breath entered her body, she struggled to steady her form, circulating her qi once, and the expression on her cheeks turned rosy.

"Third Senior Sister..."

"Zhou Tian, don't you understand my words? If you don't leave, I'll kick you out!"

Mo Qingyan let out a cold snort, then spoke to Zhou Tian in a cold voice.

Zhou Tian jumped in fright, looking at Mo Qingyan's now-rosy cheeks; at first, he thought she had already recovered.

Although Mo Qingyan was very beautiful, since she had lost the opportunity, it was best to leave quickly; otherwise, her own life would be hard to preserve.

"Senior sister, don't rush—I'll leave right away."

Seeing this, Zhou Tian hurriedly responded.

Having said that, Zhou Tian made a bow to Mo Qingyan, then turned and left.

"Hmph, for now I'll let you go, but remember this: since you're still here, you cannot escape, no matter what."

This time you're lucky, but if there's a next time, I will absolutely not let you off!

"One who accomplishes great things does not fuss over trifles—a minor setback, what is it?"

Zhou Tian muttered to himself, a faint smile appearing on his face.

With those words, he set his mind at ease.

Just as Zhou Tian was walking back to the main hall, he saw Eunuch Yuan Lu holding an imperial edict, waiting for him.

"Eunuch Yuan, sorry for the delay!"

Zhou Tian hastily clasped his hands and bowed to Eunuch Yuan Lu.

"Commander of the City Guard Feng Unit, Zhou Tian, receive the edict!"

As Eunuch Yuan Lu unfolded the edict, Zhou Tian's heart leapt into his throat.

Yang Jun's issue hasn't been resolved yet, and now an edict has arrived?

Most importantly, Mo Qingyan has returned, and she's injured.

Zhou Tian naturally understood that, in this matter, his plans would surely fail.

Thus, with the edict arriving again, what good could come of it?

After Eunuch Yuan Lu finished proclaiming the edict and left, Zhou Tian finally rose, wiped the sweat from his forehead, sat back down, and let out a long sigh.

The edict said that something has happened in the capital, involving him as Commander of the City Guard Feng Unit and the Prefect of Jingzhao, inseparably.

Therefore, for the safety of the capital, this matter now falls to him to investigate and get to the bottom of.

Within three months, let Yang Jun and Prefect of Jingzhao Zhao Wei go seek the truth.

"Looks like the emperor is still on my side!"

Zhou Tian held the edict, turning it over and over, speaking with satisfaction.

This matter could not be better for him.

Yang Jun, Yang Jun, even if you're incredibly capable, what good is it?

Since your father, Prince Pingxi, died, you've been utterly ruined!

Zhou Tian still felt somewhat strange about these matters.

In his view, it seems he actually has no grudge against Yang Jun.

But wherever Yang Jun appears, things never go smoothly for him; trouble always follows.

Precisely because of this, Zhou Tian feels deeply dissatisfied.

Opposing Yang Jun at every turn seems to have become his greatest wish.

And now, with Yun Fengyun's support, this makes Zhou Tian all the more arrogant.

"Looks like this Yang Jun must be eliminated; otherwise, he will become my heart's knot, preventing me from ever achieving true cultivation."

Zhou Tian spoke in a low voice; during this time, Leng Qingyue has gone missing, with no one to instruct him, and his cultivation progress has slowed considerably.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have come to the point of suffering Mo Qingyan's humiliation.

"Yang Jun, the emperor now stands on my side; just wait calmly—someday you will surely die by my hand!"

Zhou Tian spoke viciously, a flash of coldness crossing his eyes.

At the Pingxi Prince's Mansion, Yang Jun sat in a chair.

Today, Yun Fengyun gave Zhou Tian the edict; this matter merely made Yang Jun feel ridiculous.

So-called impartiality, in this matter, Yun Fengyun actually acted quite "fair".

Moreover, this bias toward people is nevertheless so obvious.

Look, for himself he's given only three days, while for Zhou Tian it's casually three months.

From this alone, one can know what Yun Fengyun is thinking.

At the Pingxi Prince's Mansion, could it be that they dug up his ancestral grave?

His Highness the Heir Apparent, drink the ginseng tea.

Deng Jian brought over a bowl of ginseng tea and stood beside Yang Jun.

Screw the tea, I'm already seething with anger!

Yang Jun let out an angry shout, waved his hand, and knocked the ginseng tea bowl to the ground, shattering it.

For him, this situation had already surpassed simple anger.

His Highness the Heir Apparent, where are you going?

Seeing Yang Jun leave, Deng Jian hurriedly rose and called out after him.

Put out the fire!

Yang Jun snorted coldly, quickened his pace, and headed toward the dungeon.

Now Yun Fengyun's treatment of me simply shows that the royal family is already preparing to act against me.

And to stay alive, the most important thing is to enhance my own strength.

Only when my strength is sufficient to protect myself will even Emperor Yun Fengyun be unable to do anything against me.

Since Yun Fengyun always suspects me of harboring treasonous intent, I might as well truly have it—and more importantly, possess the strength to back it up.

Only by doing so will I have sufficient confidence to let Yun Fengyun see clearly what is right and what is wrong!

Quick, tell the kitchen to prepare something nourishing; the Heir Apparent will soon need a good tonic!

Watching this scene, Deng Jian fixed his gaze on Yang Jun's back, immediately barked the order, and soon the kitchen became busy.

In the dungeon, Yang Jun appeared outside Leng Qingyue's cell, radiating a fierce aura.

Yang Jun, what are you doing now?

As soon as she saw Yang Jun, Leng Qingyue felt fear rise, and her voice trembled as she spoke.

These days of prison ordeal have tormented her mind and spirit.

Her garments were also ragged beyond repair, unable to cover her body.

Leng Qingyue could only strain to tug at the remaining rags to cover her vital parts.

Yang Jun is a demon—one that fills her with hatred and pain, yet also leaves her somewhat helpless.