Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Whispers at night by the Shili River

The shadowy figures of the night stand opposed, regretfully estranged; 

Though this feeling still lingers, the past remains irreparable.

"Master, it's already late at night, let's take a car back!"

A middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance but an undeniable temperament walked leisurely at night.

In the midst of the scene, the shadow behind him suggested in a low voice.

"No, I want to experience the night view of this Lotus Capital."

The middle-aged man replied that today he felt a rare sense of ease after all these years. This man was 

the disguised Si Cang JueTian. Thinking of his only son, Si Cang Qing, whom he had seen today, he couldn't 

help but smile. That child, I have personally witnessed his achievements over the past three years. In recent years, 

he has even been the one strategizing in political matters. He had always wondered what kind of child his son 

was, but when he saw him today, it was beyond his imagination. 

However, Si Cang Juetian sighed softly, the child's temperament was indeed indifferent, perhaps because he 

had lived alone in that countryside since he was a child.

He inevitably felt ashamed.

In this life, he, Si Cang JueTian, feels indebted to three people, one of whom is Si Cang Qing's mother, 

Qin Ru Hui. Back then, to help him, she resolutely entered the palace and left behind a bloodline for the 

Si Cang family, but unfortunately, she died an untimely death. The second person he owes is Si Cang Qing, 

but he is fortunate that the child truly has the ambition of an emperor. All he can do is pave the way for him; 

and the last person he owes, he will bear the burden for life…

"Cough cough..."

Si Cang JueTian suddenly bent over, coughing violently, his entire body trembling.

"Master, you are sick again!" Shadow quickly supported Sicang Juetian's swaying body, a little anxiously, 

"I'd better ask my subordinates to take you back to the palace!"

"No need, cough..." Waving his hand, Si Cang Juetian propped himself up, closed his eyes tightly, steadied 

his breath, and said, "It's just a momentary breathlessness."

I just thought of some things and some people…

After a while, Si Cang Juetian covered his chest in pain, smiled faintly, sighed, and said, "Let's go!"

Looking up, at the street corner not far away, a tall figure stood alone.

The man's deep eyes quietly stared at him, and Si Cang JueTian was slightly taken aback, knowing he had 

already been recognized. He gently forced out a bitter smile, truly a case of "speak of the devil, and he shall 

appear." Just as he had thought of that person, they appeared right in front of him, and he even saw himself in 

such a disheveled state.

His eyes were deep, but his face remained as gentle and distant as usual. The person walked up to him and said 

softly, "Young Master Jue, your health is not well; it's better to avoid walking at night."

Si Cang Juetian's eyelids gently closed, and he smiled, saying, "Thank you for your concern, sir. Juetian will 

remember it."

The look in his eyes seemed to be extremely complex, but also seemed to be extremely indifferent. The man 

nodded lightly and walked past, "Young Master Jue, you should go back early. It is very cold this night and 

it is very easy to catch a cold.

The sound drifted far away, and there was no trace of the person.

Si Cang JueTian turned around, gazing into the distance where that person had disappeared, standing silently 

in place for a long, long time…

"Master, let's go back!" The shadow's voice echoed once again.

“Um”

Responding softly, Si Cang JueTian turned around and walked towards the inner city.

Under the starry sky, two figures walked in completely opposite directions, growing farther apart... 

The night wind whispered, recounting countless tales of human sorrow.

◇Cang Huan◇Seven Palaces◇

Closing his eyes, feeling the gentle night breeze brushing against his face, he felt exceptionally comfortable. 

Si Cang Qing's heart was slightly lightened, unsure whether it was because he had seen his biological father or 

because everything was developing in the direction he had arranged for himself.

In his position, he seeks his own government. Since he is the future prince of Canghuan, he has his own 

ambitions. In the next two years, he planned to practice the supreme martial arts of Penglai Pavilion—the 

Liuhua Sword—on Xueding Mountain. The preparations for these two years had to be even more meticulous, 

because when he returned, it would be the day he showcased his skills, and he would not allow even the slightest 

mistake.

Compared to the all-or-nothing gamble of the previous life, the greatest fortune in this life is to have the support 

of a supreme father. 

With his thoughts drifting away, Si Cang Qing gently raised his hand to touch the tear mole on his face. He 

remembered that his master Feng Wufei said that the tear mole was formed from the tears of a close relative 

in his previous life.

A close relative? 

Tonight, he couldn't help but think more about it. Is that Si Cang JueTian the reincarnation of Feng AoZhu?

"Qing'er, I am willing to use my life as a curse to give you a lifetime of happiness..."

He still remembered this oath. So in this life, does Si Cang JueTian treat himself well without any reservations 

and pave the way for himself?

No longer thinking too much, Si Cang Qing was originally a cold-hearted person. Regardless of the reasons, 

achieving his desired goal was enough.

After all, he had never experienced the emotions of the human world and could not empathize with them. 

The past three years of wandering, in the words of Kui and Lu Huan, had merely added a touch of human 

warmth to him.

Si Cang Qing also vaguely felt the changes in himself. He couldn't say whether it was good or bad, but he felt 

slightly novel. Whether it was coldness or warmth, Si Cang Qing only wished to be himself, nothing could 

change that. 

Suddenly, a burst of laughter came from the front, interrupting Si Cang Qing's thoughts…

"Seventh Master, Xiang'er really misses you. You've been gone for half a year without a word, and this slave 

thought you had forgotten about me..." The woman's voice was as soft as water.

"Hehe, how could that be," the man's voice was rich and smooth, intoxicating like fine wine, "Xiang'er is so 

enchanting, not to mention forgetting her. Just one day without seeing her, and my heart feels empty and restless."

"Seventh Master, did you eat some honey? Your words are so sweet they're sickening!"

"This young master never speaks falsely..."

The voices of a man and a woman are heard, approaching head-on.

Si Cang Qing's expression was indifferent, not even glancing at the two people. He only caught a whiff of 

the strong pollen fragrance in the air, which was somewhat pungent.

Feng Lan, who had been following Si Cang Qing like a shadow, suddenly felt an intense gaze. He glanced 

sideways and frowned slightly.

A courtesan, as delicate as if she had no bones, leaned against a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, her face 

like a peach blossom, constantly giggling. The boy, with slightly raised phoenix-like eyes, was handsome but 

lacked masculinity and had an excess of femininity.

Most importantly, at this moment, the young man was staring intently at Si Cang Qing with a wild gaze, a 

meaningful smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

With a slight furrow of his brows, Feng Lan coldly glared at the young man. Although the latter appeared to 

be teasing and carefree, Feng Lan could intuitively sense that he was no ordinary person, whether it was from 

his arrogant gaze or the elusive aura he exuded.

The young man also noticed Feng Lan's cold gaze, and his eyes sparkled even more brightly. He smiled 

cheerfully at the indifferent Si Cang Qing and the displeased Feng Lan, then turned his gaze back, a smile 

lingering on his lips.

The four people brushed past each other. The sounds of their flirtatious banter gradually faded away.

Si Cang Qing slowed down his steps slightly and said calmly: "Lan, don't be nervous."

He naturally felt the young man's wild eyes. Although he knew that the man had extraordinary martial arts 

skills, at this moment, it had nothing to do with them, so there was no need to pay more attention to him.

"Yes, Master."

For three years, Feng Lan absolutely obeyed Si Cang Qing's words.

With a slight nod, Si Cang Qing suddenly stopped in his tracks, lost in thought.

"Master, what's wrong?" Feng Lan felt slightly strange at Si Cang Qing's abnormality.

Turning to gaze at Feng Lan, Si Cang Qing asked, "Is that Yuanhua (Brothel) place truly so enchanting that 

one can't bear to leave?"

The grandeur of the Qinhuai River in those days, he only knew from books; although he lived for more than 

twenty years in his previous life, he was trained to be emotionless and desireless, so he couldn't experience or 

understand the extreme pleasures of that world. Today, upon seeing this world-famous ten-mile-long river, 

he couldn't help but be astonished. The brothel industry was indeed so prosperous. It’s no wonder that 

Lu Huan insisted on opening the Qihong Mansion, and even worse, used the brothel to collect information.

"Ah..." Feng Lan, who had always been calm, was extremely embarrassed for a moment, his face was hot, 

but fortunately he was covered by the night, and he said hesitantly: "That's not entirely true!"

"Food and sex are human nature." This sentence was a wise saying in the previous life. Si Cang Qing dug 

deeper and asked, "What is the nature of an adult man?"

"This, this servant also... isn't very clear." Stammering, Feng Lan wondered why the prince was so curious 

today.

"No, you can take a vacation tonight!" Si Cang Qing said lightly. Although he was once an adult man, he was 

special after all. Feng Lan was already eighteen years old, so maybe he wanted to go there. And although he 

is indifferent, he is not too harsh on his subordinates as long as they do their duty well.

Slightly startled, Feng Lan panicked, "Master, this subordinate doesn't need to take a vacation!"

"These past few years, you haven't taken a single day off." Si Cang Qing lifted his foot and continued walking. 

For these past few years, Feng Lan had quietly stayed by his side, silently managing everything. Over time, 

he had somewhat neglected the presence of this person and never considered whether this person had their own 

needs. As a shadow guard, he naturally couldn't get married, so…

"Since that place of pleasure is a man's paradise, you can go there tonight and return after you have enjoyed 

yourself."

"Master," Feng Lan knelt down with a thud, "this servant will not go."

"Why?" Si Cang Qing felt slightly strange and turned around, looking down at Feng Lan.

"Not fond of it." Feng Lan lowered his head, his words resolute, "People have different preferences. That place 

of pleasure is precisely where I do not wish to go."

"Since that's the case, then so be it!" Si Cang Qing was too lazy to pursue the matter; his curiosity had always 

been weak. "However, this leave is still granted to you. You can arrange it yourself."

"This servant will just serve my master." Feng Lan continued to insist in a low voice.

Looking down at Feng Lan, Si Cang Qing said quietly after a moment, "Get up, we still need to hurry up early 

tomorrow morning."

"Yes, Master."

Glancing at Feng Lan again, and then looking at the boat swaying in the distance on the river, Si Cang Qing 

said no more, just stepped lightly and walked quickly towards his residence!

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