Su Majestad

Capítulo 22

Tang Qiefang ordered people to investigate the men in black that night, and it turned out that the Kongtong Sect was desperately trying to seize the Yunluo Barrier. Tang Congrong smiled coldly and reported the matter to the Yuewei Pavilion.

The rest of the journey went without incident, except that after that night, Tang Congrong stopped staying at inns and instead spent the night in brothels. He was even more extravagant than Tang Qiefang, casually taking Tang Qiefang's jewelry and giving it away. By the time the two finally returned to the Tang Clan, Tang Qiefang had been almost completely stripped of her clothes and looked utterly defeated.

In any case, life finally returned to normal. After returning to the Tang Clan, Tang Congrong claimed to have caught a cold and only spent one hour each day discussing matters with the elders. As for which hour of the day this was, it depended on when he had just finished "sleeping".

Yue Tong's son, Yue Shenlan, had already joined the Thirteen Riders of the Kun Clan. Upon hearing of the patriarch's return, he wished to pay his respects, and Tang Qiefang allowed him to enter. He was handsome with delicate features, bearing a resemblance to Yue Shenhong. However, he appeared quite reserved in front of the patriarch and his uncle, unlike Yue Shenhong, who was more articulate and eloquent.

Tang Qiefang was the most approachable person in the world, calling him "Little Shenlan" repeatedly. She asked about his life in the Tang Clan and then about Yue Shenhong. Yue Shenlan replied, "My little sister helps my father manage the affairs of the clan at home."

Tang Qiefang smiled and said, "Little Shenhong is indeed capable."

Moonlit Blue blushed with embarrassment: "My sister is indeed far superior to me."

Yue Shenlan became a frequent visitor to Tingshui Pavilion. Firstly, it was to show the head of the family that he valued her and would not be wronged among the thirteen riders of the Kun character. Secondly, in Tang Congrong's own words, "Uncle can also inquire more about Miss Yue's affairs."

Yue Shenlan was extremely perceptive; in Tang Qiefang's words, "He speaks to ghosts when they talk to ghosts, and to people when they talk to people." He knew everything Tang Congrong liked, and never mentioned what Tang Congrong disliked. Knowing that Tang Congrong was good at chess, he asked for advice. Tang Congrong hadn't played chess in a long time, but he smiled and agreed.

Tang Qiefang gently tugged at his clothes from behind and whispered, "It's been an hour since you last fell into a deep sleep. You need to be careful."

Tang smiled calmly, "I know what I'm doing."

Yue Shenlan picked up a chess piece and exclaimed in surprise, "Ah, it's actually Wen Yu."

Tang Congrong was slightly taken aback.

Speaking of warm jade, it happened several years ago. The chess pieces in the Listening Water Pavilion were all obtained by Tang Qiefang; their materials were extremely special, including pearls and jade. One day, Tang Congrong's chess pieces, though ornate, were cold and lifeless. Tang Qiefang then confidently declared that he would acquire warm jade chess pieces. Warm jade was incredibly rare, and at the time, Tang Congrong had only mentioned it casually, merely smiling faintly at his promise before forgetting about it.

Now, holding a chess piece in his hand, it appeared round and lustrous, unlike any other jade. His fingertips had lost their sense of touch, unable to feel the unique softness and warmth of the jade, yet a gentle stirring stirred within him.

Yue Shenlan was also quite skilled, and he was able to hold his own against Tang Congrong for a long time. Tang Congrong said, "Young Master Yue's chess skills are not weak."

Yue Shenlan smiled, "How could he possibly compare to even a fraction of the patriarch's abilities?"

He was originally handsome, but his smile made him even more gentle and approachable. Tang Qiefang suddenly realized that he and Tang Congrong were somewhat similar; neither of them possessed the ruggedness expected of a man, whether in their faces or physiques.

Reaching the crucial next step, Tang Congrong pressed his fingertips against his forehead in thought. His fingertips were like ice crystals, and the crimson lotus flowers were delicate and beautiful. The person in front of him had closed eyes, long eyelashes like butterfly wings, and a gentle and jade-like face. The moon's deep blue gaze lingered on them, unable to look away.

Chapter Forty-Five

Tang Qiefang was sitting to the side drinking tea when she saw that the piece had not been placed for a long time and Tang Congrong had not made a move. She was startled and even more so when she saw Yue Shenlan's almost obsessed eyes.

"Deep blue moon".

Moonlit Blue didn't hear him and didn't react at all.

"Moonlight Deep Blue!" Tang Qiefang shouted.

As if waking from a dream, Yue Shenlan asked, "Ah, Uncle, what is it?"

Tang Qiefang suppressed her anger and said, "Patriarch, you're too tired. You should go back now."

Yue Shenlan accepted the order and was still somewhat reluctant to leave. Tang Qiefang saw him turn back again and again on the orchid boat, looking endlessly lingering. She was both shocked and angry. Her fingertips itch slightly, and the bone-dissolving powder was itching to be used.

Tang Congrong opened his eyes after a moment. Yue Shenlan was no longer in front of him. He knew immediately that she had been sent away by Tang Qiefang. He was still holding the chess piece in his hand. Suddenly, he pressed the chess piece against his cheek and smiled slightly, "It's really warm."

That smile was indescribably gentle and charming. Tang Qiefang subconsciously looked at the lake. If Yue Shenlan were still here, how infatuated would her eyes be?

"Congrong, from now on, you are not allowed to listen to the waterside pavilion under the deep blue moon."

He rarely showed such seriousness. Tang Congrong was slightly taken aback. "Why?" She smiled again. "He's no longer telling you about Miss Yue?"

"I'm not joking." Tang Qiefang frowned. "That kid... that kid's eyes are weird..."

"What's wrong with it?"

"It's just not right!" Tang Qiefang said irritably, flicking her sleeve. "Just don't let him in again."

"I think he's alright." Tang Congrong toyed with the warm jade chess piece. "He has no ambition, no desires, and is very gentle."

Tang Qiefang frowned, as if something was stuck in his chest. Tang Congrong's words made his fingertips itch even more than Yue Shenlan's eyes. He sneered, "That's good. It's rare to find someone you can chat with."

His tone was very unfriendly, and Tang Congrong asked, puzzled, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." Tang Qiefang walked away irritably, jumped onto the small boat, and rowed herself without the help of the old woman. She felt a strange anxiety, as if she were being bitten by insects. Halfway there, she could no longer bear it and used her lightness skill to leap ashore. With a flick of her sleeve, she sprinkled bone-dissolving powder on a willow tree next to her.

The willow tree withered instantly, turning into dust.

Yue Shenlan was invited to Fuxiaoxuan that evening.

Tang Qiefang leaned back in the armchair, her long hair loose, without a jeweled crown, her brocade dress shimmering with an unusual luster under the lamplight.

His eyes also held a deep, resonant light.

Moonlit Blue greeted them respectfully.

He was a handsome young man with gentle eyes. He possessed a temperament very similar to Tang Congrong's, namely, gentleness.

The deep blue of the moon symbolizes harmony, while Tang Congrong represents gentleness and grace.

Birds of a feather flock together; people are always attracted to those who are similar to them, right?

Yue Shenlan felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze. "I wonder what orders you have given me, Uncle?"

Tang Qiefang slowly uttered a single word: "Sit."

The moon sits deep blue.

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