Ji Qianling asked urgently, "Imperial Consort, Jian San's hatred for him seems to be bone-deep. Is he... is he in danger?"
"...Minister Ji, do not worry. Now that I am here, Jian San dreaming of killing him is the fantasy of a fool!" The White Jade Capital Empress swept her beautiful eyes over the panic in Ji Qianling's gaze and replied.
"Thank you, Imperial Consort!" Ji Qianling was drenched in sweat from head to toe. At this moment, she finally relaxed.
Ji Yuechi's heart also settled completely. "Mother Queen, he even said he wanted to use Jian San to sharpen his blade."
"Sharpen his blade?" The White Jade Capital Empress's heart leaped. "Madman! He is a little madman too..."
Far away, atop Western Mountain.
Peach blossoms bloomed in profusion.
Deep amid the peach blossoms, an old man and a young girl stood side by side.
The Zen Bell of Western Mountain rang long and far, shaking several peach petals loose.
The old man smiled softly. "Using Jian San to sharpen his blade... My good granddaughter, is the husband your grandfather chose for you still the useless pretty boy in your eyes?"
The moment these words fell, they announced something.
He was Feng Changsheng.
The woman beside him was the Saintess, Feng Suixin.
Feng Suixin swallowed. "As long as he does not die, Grandfather, prepare the dowry. A man like him—I would chase him to the ends of the earth and never let him slip away."
"Then you must put away that willful temperament of yours. Otherwise, changing your stance will be useless. He has to change his stance too. What if he does not want you?" Feng Changsheng said.
Feng Suixin said, "How dare he! If he dares not want me, I'll shoulder my Suixin Blade and geld him!"
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