Xue Juan was taken aback at the sight of Xie Nanyan jumping from the rooftop and landing right in front of him. He couldn't help but look at Chen Mo, whose appearance hadn't changed a bit in the past three hundred years.
A few days ago, Pei Nanyang received the letter sent by Gaotianlang, but at first, he didn't place much importance on it, treating it as an attempt at winning him over by a court official. After all, as one of the two great powers of the empire, even after being demoted to the restricted zone, he was still a target for many court officials to win over.
Yesterday, he accidentally opened the letter and read its contents, causing him to be stunned. There was no mention of his identity, but every word and sentence seemed to hint at their shared past.
Pei Nanyang trembled as he withdrew the letter given to him by Chen Mo three hundred years ago from his spatial ring. Although many years had passed, he had kept it for so long. As he compared the handwriting on it, his hands were almost trembling.
The handwriting was identical.
Pei Nanyang had rushed to the restricted area from the present day, although he didn't believe in the possibility of people coming back from the dead, he still wanted to find out for himself. Now that he had arrived at the place they had agreed on, seeing the familiar young boy before him made him tremble uncontrollably.
It's like, too much like.
"Are you... are you... are you Chen, Brother Chen?"
Pei Nanyang jumped down from the rooftop of the quadrangle house, walked over to Chen Mo, and carefully inspected him for a moment. His eyes showed a hint of stunned expression.
"How come, it's been so long since we last met and you don't recognize me, Pei brother?"
"No, for Pei brother, we haven't seen each other for three hundred years. Perhaps you have already forgotten me?"
Chen Mo said with a smile.
"Brother Chen, are you really Brother Chen? Have you... come back from the dead?"
Pei Nanyang still seemed to have some difficulty believing it.
"Do you think there is any doubt?"
Chen Mo spread his arms wide and spun around in front of Pei Nanyang. The latter took a deep breath, acknowledging that though the situation was unimaginable, he had no choice but to accept the reality before him. He opened his mouth...
"Are you guys treating me like I don't exist?"
At that moment, a cold and sharp voice came, and countless red silk bands turned into big hands again, fiercely attacking Chen Mo.
Pei Nanyang raised an eyebrow, whirled his Yeling sword, and stood his ground against the red hand. Pulsations of spiritual energy erupted, gradually cracking the ground beneath them and then spreading outward.
It seems like just a moment will be enough to turn this quadrangle house into ruins.
Chen Mo's brow furrowed tightly, and he quickly advanced forward, gazing intently at Yun Qiu Chun and declaring in a loud voice, "Three hundred years ago, Wuxin once lived here. This place is filled with her memories. If you destroy this place, she will surely spare neither you nor anyone else."
Yun Qiu Chun showed a slight change in expression, reducing the intensity of his attack; Pei Nanyang, aware of the importance of the location, also contained his spiritual energy.
"Still unwilling to let go... Chen Mo raised his eyebrow, pointed to the pavilion in the distance, and continued: 'Wuxin was young when she lived in that pavilion. There are traces of her there...'".
Yun Qiu Chun, who was attacking with great force, couldn't help but be moved by it. At this moment, her slender figure began to tremble slightly, her breathing became heavier and her sultry fox eyes had a hint of confusion.
"There are the bedding and pillows she used, her childhood clothes... Back then, Wuxin was small and lovely, like a doll... She slept in that room every night, covering her slender and delicate body with the bedding. There's the scent of her hair on the pillow, and her clothes... And there's more... The bathtub she used..."
Chen Mo recounted one by one, and Pei Nanyang's eyes widened in surprise, staring at him with a strange expression. If he remembered correctly, Wuxin was the little girl he had saved back then. So why would Chen brother say these things? Was he... beastly?
As Pei Nanyang's face turned slightly uncomfortable, Yun Qiu Chun could no longer hold back her impulse. She turned around and rushed into the pavilion like an arrow shot from a bow.
At this moment, in the Youshou sect in Youzhou, Liu Wuxin shivered without cause, her body shrinking slightly, "Why would I suddenly feel a chill? Cloud Qiu Chun that guy was chased away..."
"H cough cough, Your Holiness, your actions are not light or heavy. If you destroy the young residence of the King, it will certainly make him unhappy. I have to go and stop her."
Ning Xin, who had been loosened, coughed lightly and then followed Yun Qiu Chun inside.
Left alone, Li Yueyue watched Chen Mo and Pei Nanyang, feeling a bit embarrassed. Worrying about possible revenge, she forced a smile, "I... I'll go and have a look too."
The originally bustling courtyard finally returned to a moment of peace.
Now it was Chen Mo and Pei Nanyang's turn to stare each other down, their relationship was not too familiar but also not unfamiliar.
"I once heard of the art of reviving the dead and bringing back to life from bones, but I considered it to be mere nonsense back then. I never thought I would actually encounter it. Brother Chen, your ability to revive is truly shocking to me."
Pei Nanyang took a moment to think, and then slowly said, "I... I don't know what to say. It's just too incredible."
Three hundred years ago, in that battle, I saw Chen Mo get a sword through his throat with my own eyes. I even made sure he was dead.
"Worldly matters, reincarnation and cycles, what's so special about bringing the dead back to life?"
Chen Mo smiled slightly, "I heard that Brother Pei has been demoted to the restricted area?"
Pei Nanyang sighed helplessly, "This is a long story. I wanted to serve my country, but fate has turned against me. I speak the truth and righteousness, but I am not valued and instead shunned... To say, since your death, the emperor has changed a lot, neglecting state affairs and becoming obsessed with cultivation... By the way, you don't know that actually the emperor is..."
"I have a hunch, Your Majesty is Brother Aotian, right?"
Chen Mo asked with a smile.
Pei Nanyang was somewhat surprised. He only found out about this later. If it weren't for Long Aotian, or rather, more accurately, the female Emperor Long Feiyu's disguise as a woman that day when she was recognized by Li Xiao and Long Ling, he would have thought that Long Aotian and Long Feiyu were two different people.
"Long Aotian's identity has always felt peculiar to me. On the day I died, the Emperor's ancestor Long Ling came to plead for my case, and it was from that moment on that I was certain of her identity... Let's not dwell on this. This time I return, I have something important to do; Brother Pei, do you know the current political situation in the court?"
"Yes, I do know a bit..."
Pei Nanyang nodded slightly and lowered his head with a soft sigh, "Nowadays, the entire empire, both the court and the powerful Military Command, are under the control of the Great Sage. He holds a high position of power and even those who were once powerful figures like me, the double-edged sword of the empire, are summoned and dismissed at his will, without even being given the chance to speak."
"Do you want to let this powerful sage, who controls the court, fall from power?"
"Yes, I want to more than anything. I dream about it."
Pei Nanyang answered without hesitation, his tone carrying a hint of excitement, but he soon realized his mistake and spoke with a touch of sadness, "I do indeed want to eliminate the corrupt officials, but Great Sage holds too much power and influence, and I have no strength to change the situation. Great Sage is not as simple as it appears on the surface. The forces under his command are not weaker than my troops guarding the restricted area. Moreover, he himself is a second-grade mage, and with just me and my men, we cannot overthrow him"
