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"Did you say someone is investigating our manor?" Ouyang Hao was genuinely shocked upon hearing this news.
"Have you found out who it is?" If it was merely curiosity, Xuan Shi Mansion had nothing to fear; but if there were ulterior motives, then he wouldn't hold back.
"We haven't been able to determine who it is yet. The other party is acting very secretly, and our people have only sensed something amiss." A Gray-Clad Man stood by the desk, his head lowered, speaking with a tone full of self-reproach.
"Even your people can't find out..." Who could it be? Xuan Shi Mansion had always been open and aboveboard; how could they have drawn attention?
Could it be?
"Have your people remain vigilant and strengthen the guards in the manor. Especially, double the security for the lady and the young miss."
"Understood." The Gray-Clad Man clasped his fists and took his leave.
Ouyang Hao pondered at the desk for a moment, unable to understand who had taken an interest in Xuan Shi Mansion, but for some reason, he had a premonition that it might not be a bad thing. As for whether it was good...
"Zi Yi, has there been any movement in the palace recently?" He casually asked while picking up the teacup on the table.
The candlelight flickered, and another Gray-Clad Man appeared in Ouyang Hao's study, resembling the previous one quite closely.
"My lord, everything in the palace is as usual." The man named Zi Yi knelt on one knee and respectfully replied.
"Is there any news from other places?"
"All regions are quite calm, and no special news has come through. However..." That piece of news had been around for some time now, but it should be fine. Should I report it?
"What is it?" Ouyang Hao's heart skipped a beat. Had he really missed some important news? He had been busy with Ouyang Zixin and the Mystical Energy Test recently; could it have been during that time?
"My lord, half a month ago, news came from the north that the Seventh Prince fell seriously ill. Ten days ago, the Ninth Prince went out in search of famous doctors and miraculous medicines," Zi Yi said vaguely.
To the north lies the strongest nation on the Yuhai Continent—Cloud Nation. The ruler of Cloud Kingdom has a large harem and many princes and princesses. Although he is now quite old, his rule over Cloud Nation remains stable. The most famous prince of Cloud Nation is none other than the Ninth Prince.
Yun Tianmo, the Ninth Prince of Cloud Nation, gained fame as a youth, excelling on the battlefield with a cold and proud demeanor. It is rumored that the ruler of Cloud Kingdom intends to pass on the throne, but he has not agreed, choosing instead to remain stationed in the military. With his remarkable military achievements, he was granted the title of King Mo early on, though people in Cloud Nation prefer to call him the Ninth Prince.
Yun Tianmo is known for his indifference; if the ruler of Cloud Kingdom were ill, he might not care much. However, if the Seventh Prince were sick, he might indeed venture out to seek medical help.
"Though Yun Tianmo can be somewhat arrogant, he is genuinely good to his brother," Ouyang Hao thought back to his early years in the military when he had heard of Yun Tianmo's reputation.
"My lord, is there anything suspicious about this matter?"
"How could the domestic affairs of Cloud Nation possibly relate to me, a mere Xuan Shi Mansion in Exiled Nation? Your judgment should be sound."
Ouyang Hao reviewed recent news from various sources, analyzing whether any could be related to Xuan Shi Mansion being investigated until the moon reached its zenith...
Still no clues.
The dim moonlight spilled onto the streets of Capital of the Departed Nation. The busy people had long since fallen asleep after a day’s work. Besides Ouyang Hao, another person was also awake, sitting alone in a room illuminated by a luminous pearl, waiting for something...
In a dark corner of the street, a figure slipped past and quickly entered Fengyuan Tower.
"Master." The shadow silently entered Room One and bowed to the man sitting alone inside.
Playing with a teacup in his hand, the tea inside had long gone cold, and the man showed no intention of drinking it.
The pace of work has been slowing down increasingly; it seems it's time to return for retraining. A deep gaze swept over the shadow that had just entered, and although it was only for a moment, it made the shadow break out in a cold sweat.
The shadow suppressed the chill that came rushing toward him and handed over a stack of papers filled with small writing, then stood aside, pretending he did not exist.
In just a breath, the information presented had already been read. The teacup continued to spin on the table, but the temperature in the room seemed to drop even further.
The presence of the Master grew stronger; it was almost summer, yet it felt so cold. Could it be that the nights in Exiled Nation were colder?
"Is this something you need to investigate? It's common knowledge," the man said, clearly displeased with the information presented.
Upon hearing this, the shadow immediately knelt on both knees and bowed before the man he referred to as Master, struggling to speak: "Master, please do not be angry; I am incompetent."
"In that case, go back." What use is an incompetent person remaining by one's side?
If just moments ago, the shadow was sweating from the cold aura released by the man, now hearing the words "go back" made him break out in a downpour of sweat. In the winter-like cold room, his clothes were soaked through.
"Master..." Going back meant returning for retraining—the kind of hellish training that he dreaded. Was there no way to avoid it? It was too terrifying...
"What? Are you dissatisfied?"
"I dare not." The words of pleading could no longer be spoken; despair filled the shadow's heart.
"Dare not? Then that means you are dissatisfied."
"I submit; I am fully compliant." Fully compliant? What does that even mean? But could he say anything at this moment? If he did, he might end up stuck in that place for a lifetime.
"Very well, as you wish." The man waved his hand, and the stack of papers referred to as information turned to ash in an instant. Without even looking at the shadow, he turned and left.
"Is it as I wish?" The shadow remained kneeling after the man left, eyes vacant. What does it mean to wish for something? Going back to undergo training again is not what I desire! Master!
What does it mean to cry without tears? What does it mean to suffer in silence? This is it...
Do you dare to disobey Master's orders? No, you don't.
Isn't Divine Favor all about Imperial Favor? No, it's the grace of Master. Do you dare to refuse it? No, you don't.
Being a shadow guard is truly unfortunate, isn't it?
It is said that on that day, Fengyuan Tower frightened two waiters so badly that they were scared sick because, close to dawn, they saw a shadow drifting out from the heavenly room, accompanied by a piercing scream...
"Ah..."
Ouyang Zixin woke up from her dream, drenched in sweat.
Liu Ying and Liu Lu heard Ouyang Zixin's scream and rushed into the inner room. Since Ouyang Zixin didn't like anyone guarding her while she slept, the two maids had set up their bedding outside.
"Miss, what happened? Did you have another nightmare?" Liu Ying lit a candle while Liu Lvy wrung out a cloth to wipe Ouyang Zixin's sweat.
This was already the third time this month. Ever since the Mystical Energy Test, Ouyang Zixin's frequency of nightmares had been increasing.
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