Chapter 146

Chapter 146: Mistakenly Obtaining Your Desire (Part 4)

"Hurry up and wipe yourself, or you'll catch a cold," a smile still lingering on his lips. Mo Qingjue took a dry 

cloth from the sealed bamboo basket and began wiping Si Cang Qing's face. "Ah Qing, you're really stubborn. In 

situations like this, you just rock along. Whoever rocks the hardest will be the safest."

Si Cang Qing merely glanced at him coldly. This person usually seemed gentle and quiet, but unexpectedly, he 

was so mischievous.

"Alright, I admit my mistake. I shouldn't have teased you like that." Mo Qingjue squinted, looking at the few small 

boats bobbing in the distance, and sighed, "When I was a child, I once rocked a boat with my friends, and we 

actually capsized it. Afraid of being scolded, we waited until our clothes were dry before going home, but we 

still got a beating from our mother..."

His thoughts drifted away. He sighed softly. Even though he had been given a lot of training as a child, he was 

still a child at heart. Mo Qingjue couldn't resist and occasionally sneaked out to play with his friends from the 

village. Looking back now, it must have been Mo Qingjue's mother who deliberately indulged him, right? It's just 

a pity that such pure joy no longer belongs to them.

“I truly am getting old,” Mo Qingjue quipped deliberately. “Why am I suddenly reminiscing about childhood?” 

Clearly, those were the memories of the real Mo Qingjue, having little to do with himself. Yet why did they still 

stir a hint of melancholy within him?

A small boat drifted gently in the middle of the river.

A man in a light green robe stood at the bow, softly playing a flute. Another aloof young man sat in the cabin, 

watching the seagulls rise and fall on the vast river.

The melody lingering in their ears was exceptionally captivating; even Si Cang Qing sensed something amiss.

Just then, the bamboo pole embedded in the oar jerked violently. Mo Qingjue suddenly bent down, yanked up 

the fishing rod, and cast the thin line high into the air, where a large fish was desperately struggling to escape. 

Si Cang Qing watched with slight suspicion as the man removed the fish and placed it in the bucket.

After placing the fish and rebaiting, Mo Qingjue secured the bamboo pole to the side of the boat, looked up to 

meet Si Cang Qing's gaze, and smiled, "How was it? I'm pretty good, aren't I?" Then, he sat down beside 

Si Cang Qing. "Did you like the tune I played just now, A-Qing?"

Si Cang Qing glanced at him noncommittally. He didn't know if it was good or not, but he did find it somewhat 

eerie.

Understanding Si Cang Qing's thoughts, Mo Qingjue offered him the flute, saying, "Come, let me teach you how 

to play!"

Turning his head away, Si Cang Qing continued to gaze into the distance. He had no interest in learning such 

useless things.

After a moment of surprise, Mo Qingjue continued, "A few days ago, there was a civil war in Canghuan. It's said 

that ordinary people were controlled by witchcraft by scoundrels." Si Cang Qing suddenly turned to look at him, 

smiling faintly. He coughed awkwardly to mask his inner gloom, and continued, "Most witchcraft and sorcery 

requires drugs or poisons to control people, but there's one that doesn't: sound manipulation. Masters of witchcraft 

can control people with sound, so..."

Mo Qingjue shook the flute in front of him: "When faced with sound manipulation, even the highest martial arts 

skill is hard to withstand its power. What I just played on this flute is a 'mixed clear sound' that counteracts sound 

manipulation. I originally wanted to teach you, so that if you were alone and encountered someone using sound 

manipulation, you wouldn't be in danger." He deliberately sighed, "Since you don't want to learn, then forget it..."

"Learn!"

A cold and firm word made Mo Qingjue pause.

Si Cang Qing looked at him calmly and said, "Teach me now!" Instinctively, he always felt he would need to 

use this 'mixed clear sound' one day.

Mo Qingjue forced a smile, "Alright..." and then began to explain carefully.

His half-closed eyelids concealed the coldness in his eyes. He had deliberately taught her this Chaos Cleansing 

Technique, but a sudden surge of resentment welled up within him. Why, even though this person had long 

forgotten the past, could she still not let go of those memories? He hadn't realized that for Si Cang Qing to 

completely abandon the past, all he needed was three pure things...

A wave of weariness washed over Mo Qingjue, and she suddenly felt utterly powerless.

Si Cang Qing, who had been practicing the Chaos Cleansing Technique, caught a glimpse of Mo Qingjue's 

unwell expression out of the corner of his eye. His fingers paused, and he put down his flute, looking at the man: 

"What's wrong?"

"Huh?" Mo Qingjue looked blankly into Si Cang Qing's cold eyes, taking a moment to react before forcing a 

smile: "Nothing… I was just thinking about something…"

Si Cang Qing frowned slightly. He wondered if it was just his imagination, but this man's complexion seemed to 

be getting worse every day. Putting aside the matter of learning the Chaos Cleansing Technique for the time being, 

he naturally reached out and checked Mo Qingjue's pulse.

Mo Qingjue gently opened his wrist and smiled, "Don't worry, I'm perfectly healthy." Touching his face, he 

murmured, "This is just how my complexion is; people who meet me for the first time think I have a tumor!"

Quickly changing the subject, he pointed to the flute and said, "Weren't you going to learn the Hunqing 

Technique?" He then explained carefully, "The first requirement for casting the Hunqing Sound is the body it 

inhabits. This flute is a rare treasure, so you can fully unleash its power. Secondly, to be able to contend with 

the spell's sound, it depends on your skill. This requires not only profound internal strength but also a high level 

of comprehension..."

"So, whether you can master it depends on fate."

Zixi City, the capital of Beijun (Northern Command).

The traces of war were almost invisible. The streets were bustling with vendors and pedestrians, a scene of 

prosperity and vitality.

A man in blue robes walked indifferently through the crowd, entering the "Linglong Pavilion." Ignoring the 

group of women who surrounded him with their coquettish laughter, he headed straight for the back room.

"How's the investigation going?" In the hidden room, Qiu Ping Tian sat at the head of the table. After a long 

silence from the kneeling crowd, he finally spoke in a low voice: "Are you all mute? Can't anyone answer my 

questions?"

His voice, though lacking in pressure, sent a shiver down everyone's spine. The leader hurriedly spoke, his voice 

strained: "Reporting to Master, there is...no news."

Qiu Ping Tian gripped his abacus tightly, his face tense, his lips pressed together in silence.

The people below trembled with fear, not only of their master's rare display of anger, but also...no one understood 

better than them the crisis facing the nation.

After a long silence, Qiu Ping Tian suddenly let out a sigh of relief, then stood up and left, only instructing, 

"Continue the investigation."

The moment he closed the door, Qiu Ping Tian involuntarily closed his eyes, his hand tightly gripping the small 

white jade abacus at his waist, almost using all his strength to suppress the panic in his heart.

Two months! Si Cang Qing had vanished from their world so silently… What good was faith? It was utterly 

impossible to suppress the endless fear and the despair slowly consuming him!

With Feng Lan and the others supporting him now, Qiu Ping Tian finally couldn't bear it any longer and left 

the palace himself. He seemed to be looking for Feng Wufei, the one Si Cang Qing was supposed to be, but now 

all the secret agents and shadow guards in the land couldn't find that person's whereabouts. His only hope was 

Feng Wufei, after all, the other party had foreseen Si Cang Qing's calamity, and he was worried…

But according to the intelligence, he tracked him all the way to Beijun, but still couldn't find Feng Wufei!

Leaning weakly against the wall, Qiu Ping Tian tilted his head back, staring blankly at the carved rafters, utterly 

lost.

"Oh, so Master Qiu comes to this brothel? Not out for a tryst, is he?"

A familiar, teasing voice suddenly rang out. Qiu Ping Tian turned his head in a daze, just in time to see Ran 

Shuangran with a pretty woman in his arms, leaning lazily against a pillar at the corner.

"Seventh Young Master?"

"Tsk," Ran Shuangran shook his head and sighed, "It's only been a few days, Master Qiu, you seem like a 

completely different person!" He looked Qiu Ping Tian up and down seriously before saying, "Look at you, 

so dazed, did you get ripped off in business?"

Normally, Qiu Ping Tian would have smiled gently and exchanged a few words, but now, he had no interest in 

such things. He lowered his gaze, staring blankly at the white jade abacus at his waist.

A thoughtful glint flashed in his eyes. Ran Shuangran gave the woman a wicked kiss on the cheek and said, 

"Xiao Yan, go back to your room and wait. Your Seventh Master will come to find you later!"

The woman smiled knowingly and replied, "I'll be waiting for you..."

With a slightly impatient wave of his hand, Ran Shuangran lazily walked up to Qiu Ping Tian. Glancing at him 

sideways, he scoffed, "Has Master Qiu really gone mad?"

Unwilling to show any weakness in public, Qiu Ping Tian quickly glanced at the other man and smiled faintly, 

"Perhaps he's tired." He was about to leave when he said, "Seventh Young Master, I have important matters to 

attend to, so I'll take my leave first!"

Ran Shuangran was not one to be trifled with. With certain emotions weighing on his mind, he blocked 

Qiu Ping Tian's path, laughing arrogantly, "Master Qiu, you're being too unfair! We're practically acquaintances,

after all. We exchanged noodles, and you just offer such perfunctory words? Could it be you hold no regard for 

this seat..."

Rubbing his temples in exasperation, Qiu Ping Tian sighed helplessly, "How could I dare?" He had long known 

that something had happened between Ran Shuangran and Si Cang Qing, but he had kept it to himself! Now that 

he loved that person, his heart was filled with even more irritation.

Ran Shuangran, never one to care about others' expressions, hesitated slightly before finally asking the question 

on his mind, his tone somewhat nonchalant, "Judging from your expression, could something have happened to 

Si Cang Qing?" He snorted, "With his wicked deeds, it's no wonder trouble has arisen..."

The rest of her words trailed off as he saw Qiu Ping Tian's face turn deathly pale. Ran Shuangran's expression 

remained unchanged, and he immediately said coldly, "Has something really happened to him?"

It's no wonder Ran Shuangran didn't know about Si Cang Qing's disappearance. After their unpleasant encounter, 

he had withdrawn all the spies from Piaomiao Palace. Knowing about the plague, he couldn't resist leaking the 

information to that person. Almost during the off-season, Ran Shuangran regretted it and withdrawn his spies, 

no longer paying attention to Si Cang Qing's every move.

Later, when news of Si Cang Qing's return to court became common knowledge, he stopped caring.

Looking at the other person's suddenly cold and stern face with a complicated expression, Qiu Ping Tian nodded 

with difficulty and said softly, "Qingdi... he's been missing for over two months."

Upon hearing this, Ran Shuangran's entire body erupted with a murderous aura, hiseyes fixed on Qiu Ping Tian 

with a sinister gaze, "What...did...you...say...?"

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