"What brings you here, nephew?"
The appearance of Song Xiu caused Zhao Kongcheng, who had just stepped out, to be taken aback.
The late Emperor Song Ji of Wu had nineteen sons, but among them, only the second and third princes, as his legitimate sons, were the ones he valued.
Regarding the other princes, Zhao Kongcheng does not have much familiarity.
But the sixth prince, he can't help but recognize him, even if he wants to.
The first, the sixth prince is really too handsome, he has become a prominent figure in Wu, and there are many women from Zhao's family and even Tianyuan Sect who are fond of him.
Secondly, Zhao Kongcheng's most beloved daughter also has feelings for this boy, but he dislikes this guy who is obsessed with beauty. He repeatedly advises his daughter not to be obsessed with it.
But the response he received was, "Father, you simply don't understand him..."
Hearing this, Zhao Kongcheng was so angry that he wanted to beat up Song Xu several times.
"Ah, it's Uncle Zhao. How is Ya'er doing recently?"
Seeing it was Zhao Kongcheng, Song Xiu respectfully bowed his hands in greeting.
Jia'er in Song Xu's mouth is Zhao Kongcheng's most beloved daughter. Hearing what he said, Zhao Kongcheng's lips curled up, and he said coldly, "I'm not in a good mood. Don't make me slap you."
Song Xu's body shook, subtly sensing the anger in Zhao Kongcheng, and he straightened up immediately, his eyes gaining a clearer look.
"Why are you here? Your father has already left, and besides, the Moon Viewing Pavilion is not a place you should be."
Zhao Kongcheng spoke in a low voice.
"Oh, it's like this. I met a woman who was looking for Elder Second of the Zhao family, so out of kindness, I led her here."
Song Xiu dared not smile indolently. He quickly explained the entire situation.
As the words fell, Zhao Kongming, who was following Zhao Kongcheng, couldn't help but frown slightly, "Who is looking for me?"
Chu Ruomeng, who had been following Song Xu, hurried out and then took out a letter from her bosom.
"You must be Second Elder of the Zhao family. Someone has entrusted me to deliver this letter to you, please take it well."
Chu Ruomeng said with a smile, "The letter, I have indeed delivered into your hands, and my task is also completed."
With those words, Chu Ruomeng left. Song Xu exchanged a few polite words and then hurried away as well, afraid that he might be scolded by Zhao Kongcheng.
Zhao Kongming slightly furrowed his brow, holding the letter in his hand. The letter was bulging, and besides the contents inside, there was something else. The feel of it was somewhat like a hairpin or something like that.
He gently opened the letter, and a hairpin with a sense of age fell into his hand. A small 'Hua' was carved at the end of the hairpin.
Zhao Kongming's pupils contracted abruptly, and his breathing became rapid. He couldn't help but whisper, "Xi Hua."
In an instant, the atmosphere in the room became bizarre. Seeing Lu Yong rushing over like a madman, "Zhao Kongming, what did you say, what 'Xi Hua'?"
Seeing this, Zhao Kongming quickly put the letter and hairpin into his space ring, and his right hand immediately pressed the hilt of the knife, retreating a few steps, "Lu Yong, get away from me. Don't force me to use force."
Just as Lu Yong was about to grab Zhao Kongming, he was stopped by Zhao Kongcheng first. Lu Yong shouted anxiously, "Zhao Kongming, what did you say just now? You said, who gave you that letter."
"It has nothing to do with you."
Zhao Kongming's face was cold.
Lu Yong grew even more agitated and unleashed his spiritual power to fight, but suddenly, a hand landed on his shoulder, it was Lu Guang.
"Big Elder, you're overreacting."
A stream of spiritual power from Lu Guang rushed into Lu Yong's body. In an instant, Lu Yong, who was extremely excited, stopped being mad, his body flopped down, and he nearly fell. However, he was supported by the latter.
Though he had no strength to question, Lu Yong still glared at Zhao Kongming with a venomous look in his eyes.
"Waste."
Zhao Kongming coldly uttered a sentence and turned to leave, with Zhao Kongcheng following closely behind.
"Second brother, are you all right?"
Zhao Kongming worriedly asked a question.
Hearing that, Zhao Kongming's expression also softened somewhat, "Brother, there's nothing going on… I'll leave first."
Liu Shizhai
Chen Mo sits in a private room on the eighth floor, looking out at the surrounding scenery from a distance.
Sitting across from him is Bai Yun, who has already made a deal with him.
Bai Yun stared out the window for a long time, pondered for a moment, and then said seriously, "Mr. Chen, Song Lang and Miss Chu have been gone for an hour; they should be fine, right?"
"Concerned about your lover?"
Chen Mo chuckled softly and asked, to which Bai Yun lowered her head, her delicate face turning a shade of red.
"There's no need for you to worry about this. It's just a message; it's not a big deal."
"But, will Second Young Master Zhao come?"
Bai Yun was a bit worried.
"If the hairpin you gave him is really the one sent to you by Bai Xi Hua before her death, then he will definitely come."
"Why are you so clear? Are you saying, that hairpin..."
"Haha, that hairpin was given to Bai Xi Hua by Zhao Kongming. If it's real, it can be easily recognized. This way, he must come over."
"It's like this... Sister Xi Hua actually had an affair with him... Could it be that there's something between them..."
Bai Yun had a full of confusion on her face, she opened her mouth to ask further questions, but was interrupted by Chen Mo with a hand gesture.
"It's here."
Chen Mo looked down from above and saw Zhao Kongming, who was dressed in a robe of black, with a head of white hair but a tuft of black hair in front of his forehead, coming quickly.
Bai Yun stood up and was about to leave.
"Don't forget to tell your husband what I told you later if he finds you. Remember to act more convincingly. As for your drama, you should be more realistic. Otherwise, I can't guarantee that I won't spill the beans about your affair with Song Xu."
"Understood."
Chen Mo's threat made Bai Yun tremble uncontrollably, and fear filled her heart. After a moment, she looked at the person in front of her with a complex expression, "All the things you asked me to say, are they true?"
Chen Mo raised his gaze and met Bai Yun's eyes, his expression serious, "They are indeed true."
Bai Yun said a calm "good" and then turned around to leave the private room.
The door of the private room was closed, and a moment later, it was opened by someone else.
It was Zhao Kongming.
Zhao Kongming pushed open the door, his breathing somewhat hurried, his heartbeat like a drum. When he saw Chen Mo inside the private room, he hesitated for a moment.
Zhao Kongming gently closed the door and sat across from Chen Mo, seriously examining his appearance, without any recognition.
He gently placed the hairpin on the table.
"Where did you find that hairpin?"
