Your Majesty - Chapter 89
"What are you doing here?" Pang Wan gripped the golden whip in her hand and raised her chin at him.
"I've come to see you." Gu Xi walked forward unhurriedly, a gentle smile on his face, as if the person standing on the stone was not an opponent who wanted to take his life, but a lover who had been waiting for him for many years.
"The Alliance Leader's shamelessness is beyond our reach." Pang Wan smiled charmingly, her steps subtly changing direction—she couldn't confront him directly; she couldn't win. The Sect Leader hadn't emerged from seclusion yet, and she couldn't afford to lose.
Gu Xi saw through her intentions at a glance.
“I really just wanted to see you.” He looked at her gently and stopped in his tracks. “Watch out for the cliff behind you. You’ll die if you fall.”
Pang Wan found it extremely ironic and almost burst out laughing.
—Do you even care? You don't care about my life at all!
“Your hypocrisy is disgusting!” She gave him a look of disgust.
Gu Xi still smiled warmly, without a trace of anger. He looked at her like a master facing his mischievous pet, his eyes filled with affection and patience.
"Wanwan, you've grown up."
His voice was like mellow sake, and his cold, hard features softened in an instant.
"You've learned to lie, to seduce, and even how to frame others." He recounted Pang Wan's crimes with a gratified tone, "I'm truly happy for you."
Pang Wan stared at him in disbelief.
“I really underestimated you before.” He shook his head with a smile. “You are smarter and more interesting than I thought.”
Pang Wan remained silent with a cold expression.
“I know you arranged the poisoning. There was no plague at all, right?” Gu Xi looked at her quietly. “I’m just curious, how did you poison it? The food and water are checked by special personnel every day. Where did the poison come from?”
Upon hearing this, Pang Wan finally laughed.
“There are many more things you don’t know.” She gave him a meaningful look. “You’d better be careful when going against the witch of the Moon Worship Cult.”
Upon hearing this, Gu Xi burst into laughter.
"Wanwan, you know what? Every time I see you bluffing, I find it hilarious." He laughed so hard he almost cried.
"You have no idea how much I missed you back then." He looked at her and sighed wistfully.
These words struck a nerve with Pang Wan, who narrowed her eyes and nearly lashed out with her whip.
—No, no, I should calm down.
She took a deep breath and smiled faintly: "Really? But you still made your move in the end. No matter how interesting I am, I can't compare to your ambition."
Clap clap clap!
Gu Xi raised her hand and gave her three loud claps.
“You’ve really grown up, my little girl.” He called her affectionately, as if he were the elder she relied on and trusted most.
“Yes, so I should thank you.” Pang Wan said calmly.
Gu Xi nodded and hummed in agreement, accepting her "thank you" so openly and naturally.
Pang Wan looked at him, feeling both amused and pathetic. Why had she been deceived by such a person in the first place?
"So you still won't tell me how you poisoned her?" He continued to stare intently at her.
However, Pang Wan was already tired of acting for him, and she didn't even want to look at him anymore.
"Keep dreaming."
She uttered three words, jumped off the cliff, and walked away.
Gu Xi watched her departing figure, her shoulders trembling almost imperceptibly.
He was laughing, laughing uncontrollably.
She hated him so much, so deeply, that made him truly happy.
Hate him even more, hate him even more, ideally you'd want to tear his tendons out, peel off his skin, drink his blood, eat his flesh, and completely etch his bones into your heart as an imprint.
Behind him, in his half-clenched fist, lay a dead butterfly, resembling a withered leaf, its golden wings shivering silently in the wind.
Zuo Huai'an and Nan Yi left the pass ahead of time. When Pang Wan returned to the sect from the mountaintop, the first thing he saw was the two of them sitting in the high hall.
"Uncle Zuo, Senior Brother!" she exclaimed joyfully and ran towards the two of them.
However, it slowed down again when it was almost in front of the palace.
There were too many people surrounding Zuo Huai'an and Nan Yi, some reporting on teaching affairs, some offering words of comfort, shoulder to shoulder in a bustling crowd, and she couldn't squeeze in at all.
After thinking for a moment, she stood on the periphery and watched the two from a distance.
Zuo Huai'an remained the same as always, with a dignified bearing and full of energy.
Nan Yi has completely reverted to his appearance as a handsome young man from an oil painting, dressed in black with a blood-red earring, and his face is strikingly handsome in the sunlight.
Looking at the two outstanding individuals, both in appearance and demeanor, Pang Wan felt a mix of envy and pride.
These are my family members; we are from the same country. She felt a sense of pride.
Collective consciousness is a very subtle thing.
After listening to Shi Jueming's report, Zuo Huai'an looked up and saw Pang Wan dressed in red outside the crowd. He called out in a strong voice, "Wanwan!"