Chapter 10: (10) The Exaggerated Study

The eight-treasure porridge feeding session finally drew to a close just as Bai Sha’s heart reached the point of numbness, unable to bear any more.

Leng Lingxue finally felt satisfied, her stomach full, no longer in that half-dead state from before. Leaning gently into Ye Luoxuan’s embrace, she half-closed her eyes and gazed at the setting sun, inevitably drifting off into a dream. In truth, this embrace was very warm and very safe.

"Have her files placed in my study before nightfall." After dropping this command, Ye Luoxuan picked up the now-slumbering Leng Lingxue and walked toward that vast, black room. It was the forbidden zone of the entire Ghost Sha Palace, a place no one dared enter, yet now, Leng Lingxue was the first person permitted to come and go as she pleased.

"Yes." Bai Sha acknowledged the order and quickly vanished from the spot.

By the time night fell, Leng Lingxue woke up again, though she did not see Ye Luoxuan’s figure; it seemed he was not in the room.

She climbed out of bed, stepped out the door, and lifted her gaze slightly to look at the night sky before turning her eyes to the plaque hanging above the door.

The vigorous, powerful, and imposing characters leaped into her sight. The writing was like the man himself; the person who wrote these words must surely possess the aura of one destined to rule the world.

"Mo Xuan Pavilion," Leng Lingxue whispered, then turned and walked into the night.

This place was truly large enough; she had been walking for so long and still couldn't find the edge. What was worse, she seemed to be lost.

Quietly approaching a room emitting candlelight, she had just reached the window when she heard voices from within. Leng Lingxue had heard this voice before, for the owner of the voice was none other than the woman in the red dress who had been injured by Ye Luoxuan in the garden earlier.

"Brother, are you alright?" Zi Mei looked at the battered Mei Huan and asked with concern. It was all her fault; if not for her willfulness, Mei Huan wouldn't have been injured. Since they were children, he had always been the one protecting her, and she, as his younger sister, had never once protected him.

"I'm fine," Mei Huan’s cold voice sounded slowly, though his breathing seemed somewhat disordered; it appeared his injuries were not light.

"I'm sorry, Brother," Zi Mei lowered her head and said softly.

"It's fine." Mei Huan’s cold voice sounded once more. As he looked at the downcast Zi Mei, a strange light flickered in his eyes and vanished in an instant. The words he had originally intended to speak were swallowed back down. He did not know how to tell Zi Mei that the King was not someone she could covet.

The woman who could stand by the King’s side must possess the qualifications to fight alongside him.

So they were siblings? No wonder Ye Luoxuan had shown mercy during the day.

Turning around, Leng Lingxue’s figure once again hid itself in the night.

"Miss, the King requests your presence in the study." Just as Leng Lingxue was searching for the way back to Mo Xuan Pavilion, Bai Sha suddenly appeared before her and bowed to her.

Ah, finally someone had appeared. Now she wouldn't have to waste time finding her own way back.

Leng Lingxue nodded slightly, and under Bai Sha’s guidance, she arrived at the study. Upon entering, she was shocked by the sight before her. In the exaggeratedly large study, various types of books were neatly arranged on tall, orderly bookshelves.

From military strategy and Confucian classics to Buddhist scriptures and martial arts manuals, even forbidden books could be found here. Such a massive collection could likely not have been accumulated without formidable power.