Chapter 478

Fanghua heard the footsteps coming here; she sat composed, not at all hurried.

Pei Shangling

However, when she lifted her gaze, she froze.

Someone she hadn't expected appeared—Pei Shangling!

"What wind blows the prince here?" Fanghua asked with a smile.

She sat relaxed and content, as if she were still outside, still fond of the Myriad Fragrance Pavilion, as if what lay before her wasn't a filthy, awful prison cell but a fragrant, pleasant elegant chamber.

Pei Shangling had no time to admire her pretentious act; he gave the jailer a little favor, so he had enough time to talk with Fanghua, and no one would disturb them.

"I'll get straight to the point and ask you: do you really have a way to save the Qilin?"

Upon hearing that, Fanghua raised an eyebrow, curious: "So the prince also cares about the master of Juechen Valley?"

What are you doing talking so much nonsense? Don't you want to go out?

Pei Shangling's words made Fang Hua's eyes light up, and she said: "You are much smarter than Mu Yuanzhi; one's own interests should naturally be the most important. People are always being bound by such morals. Yes, I indeed have."

"You speak first, let me hear." Pei Shangling said doubtfully.

"Does flower embroidery know, Your Lordship?" Fang Hua asked.

"Don't ask nonsense!" Pei Shangling clicked his tongue impatiently.

Fang Hua smiled and continued: "What about Yin embroidery? Does Yin embroidery know? It's an ancient, remote legend's evil art, using dead people's blood to carve, which can seize someone's yang lifespan."

Pei Shangling listened and his eyes widened.

If it were before, he wouldn't believe these things; they're even more mysterious than gu magic.

But after experiencing so many things, especially after the Dream Pillow, he couldn't help but believe some people that currently cannot be explained.

"Tell me in detail."

"It's simple: just kill someone whose birth date and time match the Qilin's, take that person's corpse blood, then carve the Yin embroidery method I teach onto his arm, then find another person with the same birth date and time, absorb his yang lifespan, and you can extend your life. Of course, after taking the life, your own fate will change, and those side effects will naturally cease to exist."

Regardless of truth, she spoke coherently and convincingly, making people believe her.

Pei Shangling furrowed his brows: "Killing two people? No, is there any other way?"

"So it turns out you, my lord, are also someone who clings to these things?" Fang Hua sneered.

"If I do this, my sister will hate me." Regardless of whether he is willing or not, "I saved the Qilin originally to eliminate some estrangement with her."

Fang Hua felt contempt in her heart, but didn't show it on her face, and said: "What a good brother."

She sighed: "There are other methods, but they're only not cost-effective."

"How is it not cost-effective?" Upon hearing there was still a comparative method, Pei Shangling instantly felt hopeful again.

"Even simpler, and it doesn't burden you psychologically, my lord: just use your life to drain his life." Fang Hua laughed.

"But my birth date and time differ from the Qilin's; our birth years are different." However, the rest are the same.

"So I say it's not cost-effective: your birth dates and times only correspond generally, meaning if you die you can only exchange half your life for his; if your life isn't long to begin with, you'd lose even more." Fang Hua shrugged.

"Wait, how do you know my birth date and time can correspond half with his?" Pei Shangling narrowed his eyes and asked.

Fang Hua smiled mysteriously: "If I couldn't even find out something this simple, how could I make a name for myself in the jianghu?"

Pei Shangling fell silent, seemingly pondering Fang Hua's earlier words.

"Don't even think about it, my lord; only a fool would trade his own life for another's. If you lose your life, how could you reconcile with your sister as before? Or the first method is better: use the lives of two death-row prisoners to exchange, and everyone would be happy." Fang Hua tempted.

Pei Shangling wavered a bit, but still refused: "Impossible."

Fang Hua rolled her eyes inwardly.

Talking to an idiot is truly a waste of time.

"Just use mine!" Pei Shangling said with determined eyes.

Fang Hua doubted she had heard wrong: "My lord, I mean you will die."

"It doesn't matter, as long as she can forgive me……"

"Maybe this way, Azhi will remember him for a lifetime, and he will have a status completely unlike others; he is sacrificing himself to save the Qilin!"

Fang Hua stared, speechless: "How could there be such a stupid, pig-like person in the world?"

If you lose your life, you have nothing left!

Crazy! This man is a lunatic!

After making up his mind, Pei Shangling became firm, and he said to Fang Hua: "Tell me all the skills and carving methods of Yin embroidery, and I will let you go."

"No, you must let me go first." Fang Hua said, "What if you go back on your word?"

Pei Shangling chuckled: "I also worry you might go back on your word; if you refuse, just pretend I never came, and moreover, no one will come here to listen to you speak in the future."

"A dog of a man dares to threaten her?!" Fang Hua gritted her teeth in her heart.

Pei Shangling saw Fang Hua no longer speaking, he didn't linger further, turned and left.

"Wait a moment!"

Having taken only a few steps, Pei Shangling heard Fang Hua call out to him, and he curled his lips, confident of victory.

"Alright, I'll tell you first, but you must not go back on your word!"

Fang Hua had no choice; she could only first tell Pei Shangling.

After Pei Shangling finished listening, he pondered slightly and then said: "How do I know what you told me is true? Are you holding back?"

"My lord, if you don't trust me, there's nothing I can do; here, I can't verify it for you." Fang Hua, somewhat annoyed, said: "Or are you saying you won't keep your word?"

Pei Shangling stared at Fang Hua for a while, seeing she indeed didn't look like she was lying, so he tentatively believed her.

"When can I get out?" Fang Hua asked.

Pei Shangling looked coldly at Fang Hua and said: "Going out? What are you thinking? If you disappear, Azhi's efforts would be wasted, wouldn't they?"

"Pei Shangling, you're going back on your word?!" Fang Hua instantly lost her composure and jumped up.

Pei Shangling: "So what? What can you do to me? You, such an utterly wicked death row inmate, do I need to keep my word with you? Besides, your execution is today at 3:00 PM; you still have a little time left, think carefully about any last words you might have."

After he finished speaking, he couldn't be bothered to see how Fanghua would break his defense, turned and left.

"What did you say?! Pei Shangling, come back!!" Fanghua lunged forward, but she could only hit the iron bars; she strained to stretch her hand but couldn't reach, furious she screamed: "Pei Shangling! You wicked person!"

"That's right, he is very wicked."

Only now did Pei Shangling truly realize that he was indeed wicked; in his previous life, for Pei Yunxi he turned a person into a human swine, and in this life, for the person truly important to him, he can do anything.

Pei Shangling walked out of the Imperial Court of Justice prison, gazing at the vast sky outside, filled with myriad emotions.

Such a sky, who knows how many more times he'll be able to see it.