Chapter 1420

Muyue's arms were freed; she leapt into Jin Chen's embrace like a fish, wary of Chi Han Hua's identity, and even more afraid that something might have given her away just now.

He decided to strike first.

「Older Brother…」

「I saw that prince just now; he's so fierce. 」

Muyue pressed Jin Chen's hand to her chest, heartbroken, "You've seen it—this scar is from his iron whip, it hurts so much."

Jin Chen lowered his gaze, yet fixed on the pale fingers pressing the back of his hand, then suddenly turned over Muyue's other hand.

All important documents in the main account had been dusted with special powder, yet Muyue still took them.

【Hey, this isn't the opportunity you specially created, right? This is… entrapment!】 Ling Gun Gun said with great confidence.

Jin Chen helplessly pressed his lips, touched Muyue's chest, "Tonight in the tent, did you see anything?"

「No, I was just thinking of Older Brother. 」

Muyue gazed into his eyes, shook her head, obediently said, "Older Brother, come back earlier to keep me company from now on."

She had practiced lying to the point of no telltale signs.

Jin Chen stared fixedly for a few seconds, then looked away, wrapped his arms around Muyue's waist and kissed her.

As he kissed her, Muyue thought he wouldn't leave tonight, but Jin Chen suddenly pulled away, his fingertip pressing on her chest scar, asking in a low voice.

「You came from South Hong City—why did you provoke the prince far away in the Capital City? 」

Muyue suddenly froze, not knowing how to explain, and the flush on her face from the kiss instantly turned pale.

「Think it over, then answer. 」

Jin Chen gave him a meaningful look, rose and left, his spine straight as a blade, so cold it seemed the man who had just embraced her passionately wasn't him.

「Older Brother…」 Muyue pleaded, a pitiful whisper, but saw no pause from him until the door shut tight.

Instantly, dead silence.

Muyue clutched the mattress, eyes fixed on the direction Jin Chen had gone, her gaze turning cold with each breath.

Chi Han Hua…

Each word felt like it was being chewed up, yet the murderous intent in her heart remained undiminished.

The mattress shattered under internal force, splitting apart; in the fragments one could see Muyue's grim expression, her green eyes filled with hatred.

If it weren't for you, Older Brother wouldn't have doubted so easily.

He had no time left…

No time to waste with Jin Chen explaining his identity.

「I originally didn't plan to kill you now. 」

Muyue spoke low, grim as a ghost.

He got out of bed, summoned A Yan who had been waiting outside for a while, changed into dance clothes with a wooden expression, and left the room through the skylight.

The black night attire blended into the dark night.

「Master, you said you wanted to take Falling Snow Pavilion; now the pavilion master is tied up by me in the inner cabinet's miscellaneous room, but his origins are mysterious, his temperament fierce, and he refuses to yield no matter what. 」

A Yan led Muyue into Falling Snow Pavilion's inner cabinet; as he stopped to push the door, a black-scaled giant python burst from the grass, its forked tongue longer than a child's arm, its golden vertical pupils glowing with a chill.

It was the master's messenger.

A Yan instinctively looked toward Muyue.

The giant python crawled to Muyue's feet, affectionately rubbing its triangular head, and spat out a paper-wrapped forked tongue.

Muyue stroked its head, glanced at the note, and her face turned slightly cold.

「Master? 」 A Yan asked doubtfully in a low voice.

「Open the door, go in. 」

「Yes. 」

The miscellaneous room was filthy; the pavilion master was bound among the firewood, his costly silk-thread robe covered in dust, and the snakes swarming the floor made him feel wary.

「Pavilion master, I'm here again. 」 A Yan gave a light smile, 「Our master wishes to see you. 」

「Damn it! 」

The pavilion master shouted, veins bulging in his neck, 「I pitied your background and let you stay at Falling Snow Pavilion to sing, yet you repay my kindness like this! 」

Muyue walked in from outside, her eyes crinkling behind the black mask, voice amused, 「Falling Snow Pavilion's master, Xue Feng Ao. 」

「I've long heard of your name. 」

Xue Feng Ao stared in surprise, 「Who are you?! 」

「Who I am doesn't matter. 」

Muyue casually picked up a snake to play with, her pale fingertips lightly touching its cool feel, her gaze toward Xue Feng Ao seeming able to pierce the heart.

「What matters is, if you don't obey me, it won't be as simple as just losing your life. 」

Xue Feng Ao's cultivation was deep, yet he suffered inadvertent poisoning, could only glare resentfully, 「What do you want to say? Don't beat around the bush. 」

Just after getting married, I was forced to come guard this dangerous place, solely to obtain the Falling Plum Fruit from Xiwu Divine Mountain as quickly as possible to cure my wife's fatal illness that was destined to claim her early……

Muyue gave a light laugh, "Indeed, deep affection and sincere devotion."

Get lost! You dare hurt my wife! I will never let you off in this lifetime!

Xuefeng Ao's eyes turned blood-red, the intensity of his struggle suddenly increased, and the hemp rope was on the verge of breaking.

Muyue bent over, cold-faced, slapped him, and dissatisfaction welled in her eyes due to the prey's resistance.

What's the rush? I haven't finished speaking yet.

Muyue kicked the rope binding Xuefeng Ao, then said offhandedly, "Have you noticed? Lately, replies to the letters I've been sending home have been getting slower."

You… are you behind this?!

What a pity, it wasn't me." Muyue's eyes glanced slightly, her voice suddenly lowered, "You should hate Chi Hanhua; if he hadn't suddenly left the capital for this place, I wouldn't have planned to harm anyone."

Xue Feng'ao stood dumbfounded, not knowing what this had to do with the Prince, and immediately he heard a sentence near his ear that was enough to make anyone terrified.

「Tell you a piece of good news, the secret agent says your wife is already three months pregnant, and it's twins. 」

「If you obey me, your wife will surely give birth safely, and I will also send people to find the Fall Blossom Plum Fruit in the Divine Mountain. 」

「But if you still persist in ignorance... 」

Muyue's voice grew softer and softer, yet it weighed heavily in Xue Feng'ao's heart, making it hard to breathe.

Suddenly, he was left hanging by those words like a stone suspended in midair, neither up nor down, and he asked with a trembling voice, "You… what then?"

Muyue curled her lips, revealing a faint smile, staring at Xue Feng'ao's trembling pupils.

「Those who die young from congenital causes can use an unformed fetus as medicine; if you are willing, your child will become the primer for your wife's medicine. 」

It was no less than a heaven-shaking thunderbolt striking down; Xue Feng'ao was terrified to the point of near death, his whole body stiffening uncontrollably.

「No…」

What Fall Snow Tower Lord, what secret envoy dispatched by the imperial court to guard the frontier city-state, Xue Feng'ao threw all of them to the back of his mind.

「I'll listen to you, I'll listen to you about everything! 」

Muyue glanced back at A Yan, who immediately understood, took a dose of poison from the bamboo tube in his sleeve, and stuffed it into Xue Feng'ao's mouth.

「From now on, you remain the Tower Lord of Fall Snow Tower in name, and I will immediately have people search for the Plum Fruit. 」

Muyue untied the hemp rope binding Xue Feng'ao, truly resembling a considerate master to his subordinates.

「The first thing you must do is to keep Chi Han Hua inside Fall Snow Tower, using any means to make him drink a drop of poison mixed with alcohol each day. 」

「The poison in this bottle takes effect very slowly; even if the imperial court wanted to investigate you, it would be hard. 」

Xue Feng'ao nodded dumbly, but couldn't help asking, "You… Your Excellency, your methods are formidable—why not just kill the Prince directly?"

Muyue, however, suddenly withdrew her smile, glancing sideways out the window.

It's naturally because he didn't want the General to be implicated; the Prince was assassinated in the frontier, and if the Emperor blamed Jin Chen, no other reason would be needed.

「The poison will tormentingly kill after a hundred days, only then will it resolve my hatred. 」 Muyue said.

Xue Feng'ao feared even more in his heart this person's ruthlessness: "Yes… I, I will do my utmost…"

A Yan glanced at Xue Feng'ao's gallant-hearted terror, stifling a laugh as he turned around.

Where did this fetus medicine primer come from? The master's terrifying methods are getting higher and higher.