Chapter 16

Chapter 16: The Crown Prince Returns to the Scarlet Lotus Seal (Part 1)

The moon is dark and the wind is high, it is a murderous night.

Si Cang Qing watched with cold eyes, looking at the two figures fighting not far away.

In this quiet, deep night, no one knew that two great masters were fiercely battling in the inn's backyard. 

In the profound darkness, a sword shot through the air, reflecting a chilling cold light. The combatants were 

none other than Feng Lan, the personal attendant of Si Cang Qing. 

Feng Lan was originally sleeping peacefully in the room next to Si Cang Qing's, but suddenly sensed someone 

approaching Si Cang Qing's room. Even Si Cang Qing's shadow guard, Feng Mo, didn't notice. He immediately 

grabbed his sword, climbed out the window, and began to fight with the intruder.

Under Feng Lan's fierce attacks, the newcomer also withdrew his previous nonchalance, his palms carrying the 

wind, each strike carrying a lethal intent. 

Feng Lan's expression tightened; he didn't expect this person's martial arts to be so high, making even his own 

efforts somewhat strenuous, and the attacks became increasingly ferocious.

A set of Liuhua Sword Techniques, under the power of the sword, unleashes a formidable attacking force.

The two moved with agility and speed, battling in mid-air like swift swallows, darting between the pavilions. The 

sword energy and palm winds shook the surrounding trees gently.

Si Cang Qing stood with his hands behind his back by the window. From the very beginning, he knew someone 

was approaching his room, and he also knew who it was. He intended to teach the person a lesson himself, but 

unexpectedly, before the person could even enter the room, they were stopped by Feng Lan.

With a slightly stern expression, Si Cang Qing quietly watched the two engaged in battle—originally only aware 

that Pan Qi's behavior was strange and his martial arts were decent, but now it seems…

That strange technique, the agile dodging, and the profound internal energy all indicated that Pan Qi was an 

extraordinary individual. It wasn't arrogance; in this world, apart from himself, there were very few whose martial 

arts surpassed Feng Lan's. 

In the blink of an eye, Si Cang Qing furrowed his brows tightly and swiftly flew over.

Pan Qi, who was originally fighting with his bare hands, suddenly had a thin silver whip in his hand, which 

immediately swept the sword in Feng Lan's hand away. Then Pan Qi flipped his body and struck Feng Lan with 

his other hand.

Feng Lan, armed with a sword, had his weapon swept away and found it difficult to resist the opponent's attack 

for a moment. He thought he would have to endure this blow, but unexpectedly, a figure he was incredibly 

familiar with quickly blocked in front of him.

Si Cang Qing flew in front of Feng Lan, using one hand to neutralize the attack of the opponent's whip. 

Then, with a swift motion, he countered with his palm, causing both of them to step back a few paces. 

Steadying himself, Si Cang Qing did not turn around and calmly asked, "Are you okay?"

"Thank you for saving me, my lord," Feng Lan replied, "I'm fine." 

Coldly watching Pan Qi's pale face not far away, Si Cang Qing had just acted out of impatience, using all his 

strength, and Pan Qi seemed to have suffered a serious internal injury.

"Feng Qing, who exactly are you?" Pan Qi's face was ashen, but his expression was calm, his gaze fixed firmly 

on Si Cang Qing, devoid of the usual levity. "What is your connection to the Penglai Pavilion? Why do you wield 

the supreme martial arts of the Wulin, the Liu Hua Sword?"

Si Cang Qing merely looked at him coldly, then turned and walked towards the guest room, speaking nonchalantly,

"Qi Shuangran, don't provoke me again. Your Piaomiao Palace can't handle it."

Pan Qi, no, it should be said that the master of Piaomiao Palace, Qi Shuangran, finally couldn't remain calm. 

His expression immediately turned cold, "Even if it's Penglai Pavilion, my Piaomiao Palace is not afraid!" 

Before the sound lingered, the figure disappeared into the backyard like a ghost.

Si Cang Qing returned to his guest room, and from a distance, a clear and crisp voice came, "Feng Qing, today 

it was my oversight. Another day, I will definitely have a good experience of the power of the Liu Hua Sword! 

Until we meet again."

Feng Lan had a complicated expression, looking in the direction where the voice came from, "Master, he is 

Qi Shuangran, the Palace Master of Piao Miao Palace!”

Nodding slightly, Si Cang Qing sat down on the chair, gazing intently at the flickering candlelight. "When you 

were fighting, I noticed that his movements and martial arts are indeed those of the Piaomiao Palace."

"Is that whip in his hand the legendary ancient artifact, the Void Whip?" Feng Lan realized, no wonder his 

ordinary sword couldn't withstand the Void Whip. The whip was impervious to fire and water, sometimes soft, 

sometimes hard, sometimes firm, sometimes resilient; ordinary weapons found it hard to compete with.

"Hm." Si Cang Qing responded quietly, looking at Feng Mo who came in quietly, who immediately knelt down.

"This subordinate failed to protect the master and is willing to accept punishment."

"This time, I won't blame you." Si Cang Qing said lightly, looking out at the endless night. The reason why 

Piaomiao Palace is so rampant is obvious. The masters of Piaomiao Palace throughout the ages have all 

practiced the so-called evil techniques of the Void Whip and Shadow Charm, and few other martial arts can 

counter them. 

"Leave a few people behind to distract Qi Shuangran," Si Cang Qing instructed. Otherwise, if they got entangled 

with that person, their return to the palace would inevitably be delayed, and he didn't want to reveal his identity. 

As for why Si Cang Qing was so sure that Qi Shuangran would get entangled with him…

Speaking of which, Piaomiao Palace and Penglai Pavilion are closely related from ancient times!

◇Cang Huan◇Seven Palaces◇

"Liu Hua Sword?"

In the splendid hall, an elegant middle-aged man shouted in astonishment: "Impossible!"

On the elevated couch, Qi Shuangran leaned lazily, looking at the other person with a half-smile, half-serious 

expression. "Then Grand Protector really needs to explain how he managed to neutralize the attack of the Void 

Whip with bare hands in an instant." 

Today's battle was the most embarrassing one for Qi Shuangran since he became famous!

Feng Qing... 

Qi Shuangran chuckled softly, a bloodthirsty and excited glint flashing in his eyes, "Penglai Pavilion uses Feng 

as its surname. Feng Qing... must be the heir of Penglai Pavilion."

The Grand Protector sitting nearby had a stern expression. "Feng Wufei, the 16th master of Penglai Pavilion, 

has never been known to take on disciples. Moreover, that Liu Hua Sword Technique, no one in Penglai Pavilion 

can master it." 

"Grand Protector," Qi Shuangran raised an eyebrow, looking at the other person, "Don't you know the saying 

that a student surpasses the teacher?"

Even if the previous sixteen generations of successors had never succeeded in practicing it, it doesn't mean that 

no one in the future could not master it. 

"Yes, Palace Master, I should have considered that." The Grand Protector's expression changed slightly. How 

could he have forgotten that this Void Whip was also something that none of the past masters had been able to 

fully comprehend? Yet, wasn't this young man before him already a master of it in his teens?

"Well," the Grand Protector's tone shifted, "Piaomiao Palace and Penglai Pavilion are already independent from 

each other, and Penglai Pavilion doesn't concern itself with worldly matters. Why does the Palace Master..." 

Why does the Palace Master keep provoking the heir of Penglai Pavilion?

With a slight shake of his head, Qi Shuangran's face regained its usual carefree and flirtatious smile. "A worthy 

opponent." This kind of excitement, this desire for conquest, how could others possibly understand!

"Palace Master..." The Grand Protector pondered for a moment. He had also seen Si Cang Qing at the martial 

arts conference that day and instinctively felt that the young man was not someone who could be easily 

manipulated. 

Impatiently waving his hand, Qi Shuangran interrupted the Grand Protector's concerns, "Grand Protector, 

if there's nothing else, please step back!"

"The palace master's injury..." the chief protector asked quickly.

"No problem." Qishuangran's eyes darkened. He had underestimated those two people that day, so he ordered: 

"Send someone to keep an eye on the master and servant. I must thoroughly experience the power of the 

Liu Hua Sword!"

Qi Shuangran instinctively believed that the identities of those two were more secretive than he knew. After 

parting ways in Qingyang City back then, even the all-seeing Qiu Ping Tian couldn't find a trace of Feng Qing. 

In the past two years, they had vanished as if they had evaporated from the world.

I hope this game can be a bit more exciting and last a bit longer, otherwise, he will be very bored... 

Looking at the devilishly smiling Qi Shuangran, the protector sighed inwardly and quietly left. He always 

felt that this time, the always arrogant and overbearing palace master would get into quite a bit of trouble!

……

Once again, it is the April days on Earth.

In Lianjing City, it was as lively and prosperous as ever, and in the deep courtyard of the palace that ordinary 

people could not peek into, all kinds of dirty transactions were secretly going on.

In the Empress Dowager's sleeping quarters, Tianyou Hall.

"Aunt," the elegant and dignified beauty said with a gentle smile, "Min'er has come to pay her respects." 

On the luxurious seat sat an elderly woman, around fifty years old, yet still exuding an air of authority. With a 

kind expression, she repeatedly stopped the other from bowing, saying, "didn't āijiā (‘I’ pronoun for empress 

dowager) say that we are all a family and there is no need to salute in private?”

The beautiful woman covered her mouth and chuckled lightly, her tone carrying a hint of reproach, "Auntie, 

don't say that. Auntie not holding Min'er’s rudeness against her is Min'er’s fortune; but as the Empress, how can 

Min'er not set an example and instead lose her own decorum?" 

"Hehe," the Empress Dowager laughed even more gently, "You're the best at talking."

The Empress lightly pursed her lips, walked over to the Empress Dowager with a gentle smile, and began to 

massage her. "That's also because of Auntie's pampering!" 

"You!" The Empress Dowager laughed helplessly. 

For a moment, the Tianyou Hall was filled with warmth, truly a scene of familial bliss.

"Aunt," after chatting for a while, the empress's expression turned melancholic, "Now Ping'e is already in her 

prime, that matter... can't wait any longer." 

The empress dowager's face no longer bore the same kindness as before, replaced by a shrewd and ruthless look, 

"āijiā is afraid the emperor is still unwilling to give up, wanting to find the little prince who went missing back 

then!"

"Then..." The Empress frowned tightly, "Is the young prince really still alive?" 

Shaking her head helplessly, the Empress Dowager sighed softly, "No one knows. That missing young prince is 

currently the greatest hidden danger..."

"Aunt, don't worry," the Empress laughed again, "There hasn't been any news from him these years, so it's likely 

he's met with misfortune. Back then in Lincheng, the Yan family and Hui'er and her mother died at the hands of 

bandits. This is something everyone knows." 

Mentioning Hui'er's name, the Empress couldn't help but grit her teeth.

"Min'er," the Empress Dowager glanced at the other person, "The person is already dead, can't you let it go?" 

"How could that be," the Empress's expression changed rapidly, smiling, "Don't mention her, that Ping'er..." 

"Don't worry," the Empress Dowager said with a confident expression, "with your father, elder brother, and 

younger brother in the court, establishing the Crown Princess won't be very troublesome. She is the only heir 

of the Si Cang family."

"Indeed." The Empress was no longer worried and began to chat with the Empress Dowager in a soft and gentle 

manner.

In the imperial study. 

Si Cang JueTian couldn't hide his excitement, pacing back and forth, looking at the two kneeling on the ground, 

and said, "Is Qing'er almost to the capital?"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Feng Xiang said in a deep voice, "The master has instructed me to inform Your Majesty 

that he will attend the morning court three days from now."

"Alright!" Si Cang JueTian slightly lost his composure, cleared his throat, then composed himself and instructed, 

"Since the Crown Prince's white dragon robe is ready, have your master change into it when the time comes, and 

then head straight to the court!" 

"We obey the command."

Si Cang JueTian smiled leisurely, returned to the desk, unfolded Si Cang Qing's secret letter, and with a smile 

at the corner of his mouth, quickly scanned through it.

In the "Return of the Holy Emperor" chapter of "A Brief History of Cang Huan," it is said:

Ten Years of Wondering, Returning Once in the Capital;

The Red Lotus Crowned Prince, Ordained by the Heavens;

Control floods, Causing Civil unrest;

Kill treacherous minister, and deposed Queen;

Change the dynasty system, establish supervision;

Repair Imperial Exam, Increase business code;

Promote the public opinion, clarify the political style;

Establish rules and regulations, strictly enforce discipline;

In Two Years, Cang Huan became strong;

Unified Imperial Power, and the world is at peace.

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