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Chapter 74: Chapter 74: What are you two doing alone together? Chapter 74: Chapter 74: What are you two doing alone together? Dugu Wu was about to head to the Cold Palace.

Li Qing hurriedly stopped Dugu Wu, expressing his concern.

“Prince Wu, you have just relinquished your command over the Imperial Army and entered the palace late at night, which is against the rules. If you barge into the Cold Palace rashly, I fear it may be improper.”

In the afternoon, Emperor Yongye had just transferred the command of the Imperial Army to the Seventh Prince.

“She is my betrothed. Is it proper to confine her in the Cold Palace?”

Dugu Wu’s retort left Li Qing speechless, and by the time Li Qing had a comeback, Dugu Wu was already gone.

“Quick, go and report to the Emperor.”

Li Qing’s face was filled with distress.

Feng Wan chased after the Prince, who, now with the aid of a walking stick, was moving at a brisk pace!

Was he worried about Princess Feng?

The rain was pouring heavily, yet not a single drop seemed to wet Dugu Wu.

In the darkness of the night, the Imperial Palace was desolate and gloomy. Approaching the Cold Palace, dozens of guards clad in straw raincoats rushed towards him through the curtain of rain, Dongfang Li blocked Dugu Wu’s path with a gloomy face.

“Prince Wu, for trespassing into the Imperial Palace in the dead of night, what crime should you be charged with? Guards, seize them!”

Dongfang Li bore an air of unassailable arrogance.

The Father Emperor still favored him, having beaten him a few days ago but soon after appointed him to command the Imperial Army.

Dugu Wu, no matter how brazen, was but a dog of the Dongfang Family.

Dugu Wu sneered, his gaze sweeping back and forth across the group of Imperial Army soldiers.

Those highly skilled soldiers of the Imperial Army stood rooted to the spot, daring not to make a move.

All these men had once served under Dugu Wu, and they knew full well that his martial prowess could easily bring them to their knees with a flick of his finger. Years of amassed power still held sway; he only needed to give them a glare for them to cower.

“Have you all gone deaf?”

Boom—
A startling thunderclap resounded in the sky, causing Dongfang Li to shiver.

Across from him, Dugu Wu’s handsome yet sinister face, illuminated by the flashes of lightning, became even more chilling, resembling King Yanluo presiding over the eighteen layers of hell.

From not far off, a cry of alarm could be heard.

Dugu Wu’s expression suddenly changed, and Dongfang Li was also taken aback.

That woman couldn’t have encountered a ghost, could she?

“Quick! To the Cold Palace!”

Dongfang Li came to his senses, and beside him, he whipped past as if sprouting wings, whooshing right under his watch.

Time rewound to half a quarter of an hour earlier; in the late night, a torrential downpour startled Feng Bailing from her sleep.

She caught sight of a figure, triggering alarms in her heart.

Finding a tattered bamboo hat in the corner, she put it on and, holding a lantern, headed into the courtyard.

During the day, she had inspected the Cold Palace, making sure no one else was there besides her.

In the deep of the night, amidst the thunder and rain, every chamber in the Cold Palace seemed to transform into a lurking beast, ready to open its gaping maw at any time to swallow someone whole.

The lantern flickered, and the rain lightened a little.

In the courtyard overrun with wild grass, the lamp’s shadow flickered and then died.

Someone was standing under the old locust tree in the Cold Palace, his back to Feng Bailing.

His clothes were thin, soaked by the rain, revealing a muscular yet somewhat emaciated back.

The old locust tree had long been dead, leaving only its bare branches. The ground was littered with wet and torn paper money.

An oil-paper umbrella lay on the ground, underneath which were several plates of fruit and pastries.

“Ninth Prince?”

Feng Bailing was somewhat surprised to encounter Dongfang Mosheng again in such a rainy night at a place like the Cold Palace.

Hearing a noise, he turned around.

Water streamed incessantly over his pale, almost sickly face, and from those misty, beautiful eyes, it was uncertain whether it was rain or tears.

“It’s Princess Feng. Sorry to have frightened you.”

Dongfang Mosheng gave a slight nod, his smile hollow.

This Ninth Prince was extremely handsome but not like Dugu Wu; that man was also very handsome, wildly so, with an extravagance to his beauty.

The beauty of Dongfang Mosheng, however, was desolate and fragile.

Feng Bailing thought silently to herself.

“Is the Ninth Prince mourning someone?”

Feng Bailing stepped forward.

“Today is my mother’s death anniversary, no one in the palace remembers it. I couldn’t come during the day, so I only had the chance at night thanks to Brother Seven’s convenience. Unfortunately, Princess Feng is also in the Cold Palace tonight.”

His words reminded Feng Bailing that Dongfang Mosheng’s mother was a famed courtesan of the music bureau. Though Emperor Yongye favored her once, it was an affair of drunkenness, and he didn’t take her to heart.

Later, when she gave birth to Dongfang Mosheng, she wept and begged at the Empress Dowager’s feet for a status for her son, causing a stir in the harem. Emperor Yongye felt his dignity compromised, and in a fit of imperial rage, while acknowledging Dongfang Mosheng as his son, he confined both him and his mother to the Cold Palace.

In a place like the Cold Palace, where time wasted away, even the most beautiful faces would whither to bones; she committed suicide by hanging herself when Dongfang Mosheng was three.

Only after that was Dongfang Mosheng taken out and raised by Noble Princess Consort Xiao.

The place where she hung herself was this old locust tree in the Cold Palace.

Trees harbor spirits; the locust tree does as well.

Dongfang Mosheng packed the fruit and pastries into the food box he was carrying. His movements were methodical, indistinguishable from those of ordinary people.

Even when caring for others in Ciyuan Palace, Dongfang Mosheng was the same.

He was faster at serving tea and delivering water than the average palace maid, humble to the point of being pitiful despite being a prince.

Perhaps sensing Feng Bailing’s gaze, he said with a smile.

“Though I am blind, my other senses are sharp. Princess Feng need not pity me.”

Accustomed to pitiful gazes since childhood, for some reason, he did not desire Feng Bailing’s sympathy.

“The moon waxes and wanes; no one is without flaws. Why should the Ninth Prince belittle himself?”

Feng Bailing smiled as she picked up an oil-paper umbrella, using it to shield Dongfang Mosheng from the chilly rain.

A cool fragrance wafted over, a faint plum-like scent, sweet but not cloying, causing Dongfang Mosheng’s expression to momentarily stiffen.

His eyes changed rapidly, his voice urgent.

“Commandery Princess, be careful!”

He wrapped his arms around Feng Bailing’s waist, and the two suddenly fell to the ground.

Under his hand, the woman’s waist felt soft and delicate, separated only by thin layers of clothing, causing Dongfang Mosheng’s heartbeat to quicken slightly.

A silver ring snake as thick as an arm shot out from the bushes. Hissing loudly, it bared its fangs and lunged at Dongfang Mosheng.

Twin fang marks appeared on his arm.

“Don’t be afraid…”

Dongfang Mosheng spoke in a hoarse voice, about to comfort the person in his arms.

But the person in his arms acted first. Feng Bailing pulled out the hairpin from her head, and with a swoosh, it pierced through the rain and struck the snake at its vital spot.

The doors to the Cold Palace were slammed open, and Dugu Wu, Dongfang Li, and others rushed in, only to witness a scene.

A handsome, tall man lay pale on the ground, protecting Feng Bailing beneath him.

Feng Bailing pulled out the hairpin and quickly made a cross-shaped cut on Dongfang Mosheng’s arm, squeezing out the black snake blood.

“Bring strong liquor and herbs like Chinese groundsel, wild daisy, Gentiana scabra, or Zhi Nanxing.”

Her voice brooked no argument, and as she saw Dongfang Li, her gaze also landed on Dugu Wu, his face as dark as if someone owed him millions of taels.

“Well? Aren’t you going to find them?”

Dongfang Li hurriedly gave orders, and the guards scrambled to fetch the herbs.

“You… Ninth. What an unsightly display you two make.”

Dongfang Li’s face also looked bad as he glared at Feng Bailing and moved to help Dongfang Mosheng.

“He can’t be moved; any movement will drive the poison to his heart.”

Feng Bailing regarded him with great disdain, sweeping a glance at Dongfang Li.

A wheelchair slid to her side, and Dugu Wu, with a foul expression as if he was yanking out a radish, pulled Feng Bailing out from Dongfang Mosheng’s embrace.