Asesino sin nombre

Capítulo 38

"Cry if you want to," Rong Yin said, turning his back to her. "No one will see."

"Why are you crying?" Shengxiang slowly shook her head and said softly, "Xiao Bi died for me, so I should live happily, shouldn't I?"

Rong Yin did not answer.

“My birth…my life…there are so many things to cry about, that’s why I should live happily, isn’t it?” Shengxiang said slowly. “So—I can’t cry.”

“Saint Incense.” Rong Yin said softly with his back to him, “You see things so clearly and calmly, I have nothing to say. But you never cry, so you don’t know what it’s like to cry with joy.”

The incense burned silently.

“Let’s go.” Rong Yin picked up Bi Qiuhan’s body. “After Prince Qin committed suicide, Shang Xuan must be very sad. He didn’t mean to make trouble for us, but he couldn’t let go of his father’s dying wish for him to ascend the throne as emperor… So he’s gathering his father’s old subordinates to prepare for a rebellion, right? A rebellion is a big deal and can’t be accomplished overnight. We should take Li Ling’s banquet first, and then talk to Shang Xuan.”

Sheng Xiang slowly opened his eyes, looking at the pale Bi Qiuhan in Rong Yin's arms. Those clear, dark, and flawless eyes reflected the bloodstains on Bi Qiuhan's body, their clarity revealing neither joy nor sorrow, but an indescribable coldness. "No, Rong Rong," he whispered, "have you considered that Qu Zhiliang is the real murderer of Li Chenglou? With Li Lingyan's intelligence, how could he not guess who killed Bi Qiuhan when Qu Zhiliang appeared at Wudang Mountain and Bi Qiuhan died tonight? Bi Qiuhan hasn't done anything to cause trouble lately; he's just investigating the mystery of Li Chenglou's death."

"You mean... it's not advisable to confront Li Lingyan head-on, so we should ally with Wu against Wei—join forces with Li Lingyan and Shangxuan as enemies?" Rong Yin was slightly surprised. Sheng Xiang was indeed clever. "As long as Li Lingyan knows two things, he will cooperate with us." If they could unite with Li against Zhao, it would be killing two birds with one stone, dealing with two enemies at the same time.

“First, it was Qu Zhiliang who killed Li Chenglou. Second, Qu Zhiliang was a man of Shangxuan.” Shengxiang said slowly. “Or we should add one more thing: Shangxuan is the son of Prince Qin, and Qu Zhiliang’s martial arts skills are almost unmatched in the martial arts world.”

"Shangxuan..."

Shengxiang quickly made an excuse: "I don't know how things are between him and Peitian."

Rong Peitian is Rong Yin's younger sister and Shang Xuan's beloved. Two years ago, when Rong Yin was serving as the Imperial Advisor of the Great Song Dynasty, Rong Peitian eloped with Shang Xuan from the capital and disappeared without a trace. Later, during a palace coup, Rong Yin helped Emperor Taizong force the Prince of Qin, who intended to rebel, to commit suicide. Shang Xuan is caught between his enemy, his sister, and his deceased father, unsure of what choice to make.

Rong Yin said calmly, "That's the path he chose. Even if he's unhappy, he can't regret it."

“You’re just pretending not to be worried, not really not worried, right?” Shengxiang smiled.

“I’m only worried about how sincere Shangxuan is in wanting to be emperor after Zhao Dezhao’s death,” Rong Yin replied casually, seemingly unrelated to the question. “If it’s just resentment and bitterness—then he might as well hate me. There’s no need to drag the country and its people down to hell with him.”

“He is a… very sentimental person,” Shengxiang said softly. “So he is particularly prone to bias. I just want to stop him from doing something he will regret for the rest of his life. Also… rebellion is too easy to be manipulated, and I am worried about that—because he is also a simple man who is easily deceived.”

"Let's go back." Rong Yin didn't answer Sheng Xiang's whisper, but said calmly, "There are so many things to deal with, it's impossible to sort them out all at once. Are you alright?"

Shengxiang raised his head, and in that instant his expression changed from desolation back to normal, and he smiled brightly, "It's nothing."

But Rong Yin noticed that Zhao Jin's hand, clutching his chest, remained clenched. A person with a heart condition shouldn't be angry or anxious, so Zhao Jin continued to indulge his antics. He hadn't expected that since venturing into the martial world, he would have countless worries, anxieties, and troubles… Yet he still laughed and joked like that. "You've lost weight," he said casually.

Sheng Xiang was taken aback, raised her eyebrows and looked into Rong Yin's eyes. After a long while, she burst out laughing, "Are you going to treat this young master to dinner?"

Rong Yin frowned. "Go back. The dew is bad for your health."

"Yes, yes, how could I dare disobey Lord Rong's order? By the way, Rongrong, tell Shangxuan you're not dead yet. Aren't you afraid he'll go to the capital and accuse you of deceiving the emperor and committing treason?"

"I may deceive the emperor, but he cannot rebel," Rong Yin said calmly.

He will hate you.

In the darkness, the two men carried Bi Qiuhan's body away, unwilling to dwell on the sorrowful events before them, so they talked about the past and the future...

Series: "Nine Skills Dance" Series

Scan: Cambridge School: I am a fish

Copywriting:

The biggest mistake young hero Bi Qiuhan ever made was being entangled with the Prime Minister's son, Shengxiang, and taken on his journey through the martial world.

Bringing holy incense on the road is definitely a curse, not a blessing.

But he couldn't shake her off, he couldn't throw her away, but why were the clues he was investigating gradually converging on Shengxiang?

Could there be some hidden story behind this纨绔子弟 (a spoiled, dissolute young man)?

Even more incredible mysteries about his origins are hidden within? -Fragrance Begins to Dance - The ultimate BOSS of the Nine-Dance Dance, Saint Fragrance, begins to tell his story.

This book was exclusively proofread by the "Book Fragrance Cottage Proofreading Team" and is available for members' enjoyment only. To support the author, please purchase the original book published by the author's authorized publisher. Thank you for your cooperation!

Please repost this one week after it is published, and retain the above production information.

Preface 1

The vine is here

One is a vine used as a tree

I only recently learned about the internet, and last week a netizen told me that there are more than 20,000 websites related to "Wen Ruian".

Frankly, whether I'm in seclusion, emerging from seclusion, breaking through seclusion, or passing through seclusion, I'm always a busy person. I'm busy writing, but busy reading. I'm busy running a literary society, but busy making friends. I'm busy traveling, not meditating. I'm busy with work, busy with personal matters, busy with company affairs, and busy with both personal and professional matters. I only regularly browse two or three relevant websites.

However, the thing I regret least about going online is that I've made many friends, among whom the most worthy friend is a pleasing ally and the most chivalrous and passionate woman, Teng Ping.

Teng Ping is a renowned writer. She has published dozens of works, from *The Locked Qin Scroll* and *The Locked Sandalwood Sutra*, to *The Dance of the Gu Xi*, *The Dance of the Tai Cu Horn*, *The Dance of the Sacrificial Wind Master*, and *The Dance of Jun Tian*, all of which I have read. These works reflect her future remarkable achievements in the Chinese literary world and demonstrate her profound dedication to various writing themes, forms, and techniques, as well as her masterful assimilation and integration of them. She truly has a deep passion for words; her love for writing is profound and unspoken. Talent is readily available to her, which is not surprising, but what is rare is her unique and inimitable chivalrous spirit.

To be honest, before I went online, I had never read Teng Ping's works. I only knew that there was a comrade named "Teng" on the "Xiaolou" forum.

At first, she was just an online friend who joined the others in applauding my debut on the forum. However, she quickly discovered that her comments ranged from fierce and passionate to eloquent, yet all were presented in a calm and rational manner, making them highly persuasive. Her posts were sometimes humorous and abrupt, but they often revealed a profound understanding of life's ups and downs and the impermanence of existence. She was a writer with perseverance and confidence, skilled at blending emotion and knowledge. Even more remarkable was her chivalrous nature. Whenever any forum was "attacked," or a friend suffered unfair treatment or criticism, she would always stand up for them, like a remarkable woman of the internet who could leap and traverse without a spider's web!

Online, "Teng is here" is like the appearance of a female knight-errant: her presence, or her timely arrival, inspires a sense of calm and reassurance. Although I think she's so young, at such a vibrant and playful age, is such expectation and public trust a bit too much for her? But I'm still very happy for her chivalrous spirit.

So, out of my curiosity, I actually made a vow to read Teng's masterpiece, and thus learned that she was the female writer Teng Ping, and that she was young and talented, and was indeed a top student in the law department, using her knowledge, writing and strengths to help people or resonate with kindred spirits.

We met online, and our friendship blossomed. It was all worth it to take a break from my busy schedule to visit her online. I admired her beauty and admired her spirit, listened to her music when I was tired, and studied her swordplay under the lamp. I recognized the vine and understood the tree, and drifted along like a duckweed. The chivalrous woman wrote about chivalry, and reading her story was a great pleasure in life. This trip was not in vain.

Preface 2

Ronghua's heart is already weary.

I've always liked that girl named Teng.