Chapter 313: Chapter 313 Minister under the Skirt (35)
“Do you mean to say the current changes in Dongyuan are all related to the Xie Family of Heavy Snow Night Moon?”
The Murong Family Master composed himself and straightened his thoughts.
“And the person we are now seeking is the child prophesied twenty years ago to be capable of overthrowing Dongyuan.”
Patriarch Shen nodded.
“Is that child of the Xie Family bloodline from Heavy Snow Night Moon?”
Patriarch Shen still nodded.
How that child returned to Heavy Snow Night Moon, no one knows except the deceased members of the Xie Clan.
Patriarch Shen’s voice, fragmented by the wind and snow, said, “You all misunderstood that prophecy.”
“With the heavy snow covering the entire Skeleton Forest, your actions will only make things worse for Dongyuan.”
The Murong Family Master: “…”
The Jun Family Master: “…”
Everyone: “…”
They came today to find that survivor from the Xie Family, hoping to replicate the events of five years ago.
But they did not expect to hear such news.
Patriarch Shen’s voice murmured, “This is the true upheaval of Dongyuan.”
The prophecy did not speak of overthrowing Dongyuan’s regime.
It was about overthrowing Dongyuan itself.
And all this…
Patriarch Shen looked ahead; in the midst of the snow, a man in red walked slowly towards them, his presence carrying a gentle wind. Wherever he passed, the wind and snow ceased, as if spring had arrived.
The man’s smiling voice traversed the wind and snow, reaching the ears of everyone present, “And all this, you brought about with your own hands.”
Chuzheng looked in that direction.
The cloak on Xie Shu was gone, leaving only his fiery red clothes that billowed in the wind.
In the midst of the snow, he glowed bright as fire.
Yet, within the man’s eyes lingered shadows, giving him the desolate beauty of a cold, silent moon.
Both qualities were prominently displayed, seeming contradictory, yet on him, they felt just right.
That was just how he was.
Chuzheng sensed the wind and snow around them fading away, as a gentle breeze slowly enveloped them.
This is…
Starting to lose control again?
He really should not have been left alone.
What did he do inside!!
Xie Shu’s lips curved slightly, his eyes and brows smiling, “The Xie Clan has guarded Heavy Snow Night Moon generation after generation, but you destroyed it.”
“Now the whole of Dongyuan will share its tomb. Are you pleased?”
“You…” Murong Family Master moved slightly, and a cut appeared on his cheek, drawing blood instantly.
Everyone froze, a sense of crisis surging, hairs standing on end, none dare to move rashly.
This wind…
Chuzheng’s eyes were as calm and still as the wind and snow, cold and silent.
She suddenly walked toward Xie Shu.
He watched her approach with a smile.
The gentle breeze drew a line of blood on Chuzheng’s body, the blood falling on the snowy ground like blooming red plum blossoms, startlingly red.
Xie Shu slightly tilted his head, the smile at his lips cruel and cold-blooded, as if mocking Chuzheng’s actions.
Chuzheng stopped halfway to Xie Shu.
She met his gaze squarely, “Come here.”
“Why should I come over?” the man asked with a laugh, “Isn’t this the power you all desired? It’s right beside you, within reach. What are you waiting for?”
The man’s clear voice was beguiling.
Indeed, someone reached out a hand…
But in the next second, there was a scream of agony.
Xie Shu laughed softly, then burst into louder laughter.
But Xie Shu’s smile abruptly stiffened, his eyes interwoven with silver light, the surroundings blocked by the silver glow.