Eine eisige Aura

Kapitel 30

With a loud crash, something in the room was broken.

The two people on the bed stopped what they were doing and looked in the direction of the sound. They saw the maid who had been there earlier standing stiffly at the door, her left hand still holding a bowl and her right hand still holding clothes.

The medicine bowl, her clothes, and even her chin all fell to the ground.

Perhaps, along with it, a heart that dreamed of climbing the tree to become a phoenix will also shatter.

Give me a face

The maidservant, her face stiff and her mind blank, drifted away.

The two people left on the bed stared at each other blankly.

"Unlock the handcuffs, I'll take it myself!" The heat shot through his veins from the soles of his feet to his cheeks. Pang Wan glared at He Qinglu with feigned bravado, as if he was afraid that if he didn't push her away, his head would start steaming.

She didn't want to blush, but she just couldn't control her physical reaction. Sigh.

Unexpectedly, He Qinglu suddenly sat down, leaned against her body, and stroked her flushed face with his slender fingers.

"So beautiful." He gazed at her, his eyes unfocused, his voice hoarse.

Pang Wan stared at him in surprise, a small voice in her heart rising up and shouting—Could it be, could this person be my male lead? Ah, look at his blissful and infatuated expression, he's clearly fallen in love with me! Hahaha, I really am still a beautiful and talented horse, just lacking a discerning eye to discover me…

Before the joy could even show on her face, He Qinglu had already uttered her next words: "A real human face is indeed different."

His fascinated gaze lingered on Pang Wan's face, his long, slender fingers tracing her eyebrows, eyes, nose, and lips, finally settling on the fine downy hair at the girl's lips: "Look at this exquisitely crafted hair, tsk tsk, Master was right, it's beautiful when it turns red."

"Your hair is truly a masterpiece!" Pang Wan roared in a fit of rage. "Whose face doesn't have hair?! Don't you have hair?!"

He Qinglu was jolted awake from her own world by her sudden rebuke, and her gaze returned to its usual coldness.

“There are many faces that don’t grow hair.” He withdrew his hand from her lips and slowly wiped them. “For example, those that are made.”

Pang Wan was stunned.

Looking at the young master's smooth, white face, she suddenly recalled a certain scene and subconsciously shivered.

"It's you?" she murmured softly, "The one who impersonated Wang Gang back then?"

He Qinglu smiled: "You've finally shown some intelligence." He had always disliked fools.

"Where is the real Wang Gang?" Her voice was a little unsteady—could it be that this person peeled off his face and killed him?

“Naturally, he is no longer in this world,” He Qinglu said calmly.

"...What is your purpose?" Pang Wan frowned, his back gradually straightening, as if preparing to attack.

He Qinglu chuckled.

“These shackles are made of black iron, and you absolutely cannot break them with your internal strength.” He gently patted her face to comfort her, and perhaps because he found the feel of them so good, he touched them a few more times. “Don’t get too excited. Your skin is very smooth, and it would be a real pity if it got injured.”

Pang Wan screamed in terror: "You're going to cut off my face to make a human skin mask?!"

He Qinglu raised an eyebrow, as if pondering: "This is a good idea, I need to think about it."

Pang Wan almost fainted.

But then He Qinglu muttered to herself, "Wouldn't it be disgusting to cover my skin with a dead person's face? I'd better not."

And so Pang Wan came back to life.

“I have no ulterior motive.” He Qinglu watched with great interest as her face changed color three times, red, white, and green, before she slowly said, “I’m just interested in your weapon.”

He opened his left hand to her, and the flaming needle in his palm had vanished without a trace.

"This needle melts on its own after brief contact with the human body. I'm really curious, how do you store it and how do you use it?" He looked at her, his amber eyes filled with longing and focus. "Most importantly, how was it made? Who made it?"

"Why should I tell you?" Pang Wan retorted irritably, refusing to even look him in the eye. "You know I come from the Demonic Sect, so are you going to kill me after you get the answer?"

He Qinglu frowned and smiled: "You're overthinking it."

He never bothered to explain, but this girl in front of him had something he wanted, so he didn't mind breaking his rule: "Whether you are from the Demonic Sect or some so-called righteous sect, it has nothing to do with me."

Pang Wan quickly looked up at him.

"I don't care about the fighting and killing in the martial arts world." He Qinglu's face was calm and composed. "What good and evil, morality and justice? Those are all fabrications made up by people with ulterior motives for their own benefit. They all have their own reasons, so why should I get involved?"

"You..." Pang Wan was somewhat surprised to see someone who was so detached from worldly values for the first time.

“I have my own principles for doing things.” He Qinglu looked at her and slowly curled the corners of his lips. “And, according to these principles, I have always lived a very good life.”

The truly powerful people in the world are those who can live according to their own principles.

Pang Wan sized up the handsome and confident young man, recalling his unique carriage and the heavily guarded building and furniture. A thought struck her: "—Are you the Palace Master of the Lonely Palace?" She stared intently at him, her eyes unblinking.

He Qinglu was taken aback, then shook his head.

This answer surprised Pang Wan. Her eyebrows furrowed, and she stubbornly pursed her lips: "Do you dare to swear?"

He Qinglu almost burst out laughing. This audacious woman from the demonic sect kept challenging his bottom line time and time again.

"Why should I swear?" He raised an eyebrow at her. "I am indeed not the Palace Master of the Lonely Palace. He is older than me. You can believe it or not. I have no obligation to explain it to you."

Pang Wan thought about it and it seemed to make sense. She couldn't think of a rebuttal for the time being, so she remained silent in a huff.

“I like your hidden weapon.” He Qinglu looked at her dejected face and said slowly, “Although there are many ways to get it, I know that without you, I can’t keep it.” He paused slightly and softened his voice a little, “Girl, you are so smart, you should know that I don’t want your life. I just want the secret of this hidden weapon.”

“I don’t know.” Pang Wan raised her face and looked at him with gentle eyes. “This hidden weapon was a gift from my master. I originally thought it was just an ordinary hidden weapon and didn’t know how special it was.”