Li Guanyi eagerly wanted to try.
The next afternoon, a significant guest arrived in the large prison of Guan Yi City.
General Xuanwu from Chen Country, Qi Junsong.
He went to see his son, bringing a delicate food box containing his son’s favorite foods. Qi Langxian, with both legs broken, complained to his father, devoured the food, drank wine, his face showing a mix of ingratiating and pitiable expressions, in hopes of gaining his father’s pity.
Qi Junsong quietly watched his son and talked about family matters as well.
He talked about his mother and how his sister was doing this and that.
Qi Langxian’s face showed a sense of relief.
After finishing the food on top, he said with a smile, "The thing in the box below must be the little mountain cakes mother made by hand, which I love the most. Whenever you return from the frontier with those cakes from the Western Regions, mother will surely make them for us, and they could never be missed at mealtime... "
He opened the compartment of the food box and found a short sword inside.
Qi Langxian’s smile froze.
Qi Junsong quietly said, "The Xue Family’s fierce tiger has sent a drawing."
Qi Langxian opened his mouth in panic and said, "Dad, I am your son, you can’t do this."
Qi Junsong closed his eyes and said,
"Yesterday, Yue Qianfeng really attacked the city."
Really, attacked the city?!
How could such a coincidence occur?
Then Qi Langxian’s expression turned completely to despair. He looked at the dagger, his eyes showing panic, fear, frenzy, and finally looked up at his calm father, and opened his mouth to say, "Dad..."
Qi Junsong did not respond.
Qi Langxian opened his mouth, and finally, with a bitter laugh and trembling hands, he held the short sword and suddenly said,
"The family raised me, today I brought disaster upon it. I truly deserve to die to protect the family."
"Dad, after I am gone."
"You must burn all the books and paintings in my room, you can’t give them to my eldest brother and third brother, nor to my two personal maids."
"I have taken them; I truly liked them. They’ve been with me since I was young. During the summer, I would rest my head on their legs while they fanned away the mosquitoes all night. They truly liked me too. But after I am gone, eldest brother will certainly want to take them."
Qi Langxian took a deep breath, his eyes showing ferocity, and said,
"Dad, please kill them!"
"My women, in this lifetime, they can only be my women."
Qi Junsong agreed and left. Qi Langxian banged on the railings, shouting loudly for the prison guard to come and bring water. The guards brought it reluctantly. Qi Langxian threw what meat was left to the other prisoners, watching those who had not tasted fats fighting over it, and laughed scornfully.
A prisoner said, "Aren’t you just a prisoner too? What are you pretending for?"
Qi Langxian, disdainful, washed his face with water and adjusted his coronet.
With trembling hands, he picked up the short sword, placed it against his neck, his eyes fierce, and looking outside, he said,
"You mud-leg peasants, yet you do not know me!"
"Born of a noble family, I’m destined to stand above your heads, right?"
"How can I die the same death as you?!"
Suddenly exerting force, the sword’s blade sliced through his neck. Brazenly unafraid of death, he killed himself with eyes wide open. Qi Junsong’s eyes slightly reddened, his heart undisturbed, only gazing at the sky, seeking Tantai Xianming, and weeping over his son’s voluntary death for the family’s sake and that of all the nobles.
The struggle between the noble families and the royal family intensified.
The Sword Immortals of the Martial World, and Yue Qianfeng among the aristocrats of various nations, entered Jiangzhou City before their arrival, enlarging the spiraling conflict. The stars remained as bright as ever, the sound of the stream flowing gently, and a silver-haired girl quietly started a bonfire, kneeling before it.
A stick was inserted into a bun, the other end into the ground.
It was stabilized with a stone.
The girl showed little expression, seemingly because the reflection of the bonfire was in her eyes.
Thus, her gaze was intense.
This time, Shaking Light did not flip through the ancient Stargazing books.
She began to use Stargazing skills to determine the technique to avoid burning the buns.
The girl employed Stargazing Skills, outlined spells in an ancient language.
[Hoping that the light of the stars and the Heavenly Mandate bring delicious food.]
To ensure her buns would not burn,
But the bonfire evidently was more powerful than the starlight.
She looked at the burnt bun, holding it in both hands, seemingly perplexed and contemplative, wondering if the spell had failed.
She turned around and bit the other end.
Suddenly, laughter sounded.
Shaking Light looked up and turned around.
She saw a young man sitting on top of her wall, cloaked in starlight.
Li Guanyi waved his hand and said with a smile, "Shaking Light."
"I’ve come to find you."