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Chapitre 65

"And what?" He Qinglu's eyes narrowed slightly, her expression calm.

"And the Palace Master had previously pursued Mei Wu!" Pang Wan gritted her teeth and revealed the truth.

The Palace Master of the Lonely Palace gained fame at a young age and lived a dissolute life. Although he was deeply in love with Fairy Sang Chan, the beauty was slow to reciprocate his feelings. Disappointed, he engaged in many philandering affairs. It is said that he had countless beauties, but he preferred pure and gentle women. Among all the beauties, his most beloved was his personal maid, Mei Wu.

When Pang Wan first heard about these entanglements, she automatically imagined a tragic love story of "a substitute for love": the palace master, unable to win Sang Chan's heart, turned his attention to a similarly innocent and pure maid. After various attempts to seduce and tease her, the maid, unable to bear being someone else's shadow, finally left the palace to travel the world. Later, the maid met the handsome and wealthy heir Nan Yi, and they fell in love and pledged their lives to each other. However, due to his intense possessiveness, the palace master killed the maid on their wedding day, because "If I can't have her, no one else should!" What a classic tragic love story!

Pang Wan whispered her speculation, only to see He Qinglu's tense face slowly relax, and eventually even the corners of her mouth began to turn up.

"Why don't you go and become a storyteller?" he said with a pleased expression, but his words were full of sarcasm. "Your stories are truly wonderful."

Pang Wan, unwilling to be looked down upon, pouted resentfully: "You weren't there, how do you know what I said isn't true?"

"Of course I know." He Qinglu's expression was exceptionally gentle, her smile warm and gentle as spring. "Speaking of which, I am also half a master of Meiwu."

Pang Wan looked up at him, her expression one of panic.

"Do you know that the Palace Master of this Lonely Palace is surnamed He, named Shaoxin, and also known as Shanhan Weng?"

Seeing her stunned and dumbfounded expression, He Qinglu felt even better.

"He Shaoxin is your father?" Pang Wan's jaw dropped onto the bed—he actually has such a grown son, the Palace Master of the Lonely Palace is too precocious!

He Qinglu smiled slightly: "He is my uncle."

“Old Man Shanhan…” Pang Wan recalled the name of the palace they were in and couldn’t help but widen his eyes, “Could it be that you…”

He Qinglu looked at her quietly and said calmly, "I am the heir to this lonely palace."

ah!

"I searched high and low without finding it, but it came to me without any effort. It turned out that the person I had been looking for had already appeared by my side all along, and I almost paid the price of being paralyzed." Pang Wan couldn't help but feel a deep sadness.

He Qinglu had expected the girl to look up at him with adoration, but instead she saw that the girl's eyes were red and she looked like a wronged little rabbit, which made her a little puzzled.

"Why are you sad?" he asked, puzzled, and reached out to touch her.

Pang Wan was annoyed that he hadn't told her the truth sooner, and also angry at herself for not thinking more about it back then. Her mind was in turmoil, and she subconsciously slapped him, saying, "Don't bother me!"

He Qinglu's expression changed.

This little girl is really ungrateful. I condescended to care for her, and she actually treated me like dirt and looked down on me!

His temper flared up, so he simply sat on the edge of the bed with a cold face and didn't say a word.

The two sat there in silence for a long time. Pang Wan had finished being sentimental and then remembered the important matter.

"Where's my senior brother? Release him first!" She turned and tugged at He Qinglu's sleeve, her voice hoarse.

He Qinglu was about to unleash her pent-up anger, but when she looked up and saw the girl's pale face and soft eyes, half of her anger dissipated.

"He injured five of my palace masters, why should I let him go?" He turned aside, his tone indifferent.

"How can you be so unreasonable?" Pang Wan became anxious. "If you want to see the Palace Master, you must pass through the Twelve Palaces. This is a rule you set yourself. Swords have no eyes, and you have to accept the consequences of your bet. You can't blame my senior brother for this!"

He Qinglu sneered: "So the young master of the Moon Worship Cult is your senior brother? I didn't expect you, a maid, to have such a high status."

Pang Wan was taken aback, only then realizing that He Qinglu still didn't know her true identity.

How can I explain this to him? The Moon Worshiping Saintess is a thing of the past; she is now indeed a maidservant of the Southern Barbarians.

"I... I grew up with the young master since I was a child..." She thought for a moment and decided to conceal that pale history.

He Qinglu found her explanation grating and waved her hand impatiently, saying, "Let's not talk about that. What exactly happened to the wound on your chest? Was it because of that Holy Maiden?"

He had never paid much attention to matters of the martial arts world, and it was only when Pang Wan came to his door that he remembered to ask about the Moon Worship Cult.

My subordinates reported that the Moon Worship Cult has been in turmoil this year. The young master's fiancée was murdered, and the carefully cultivated Holy Maiden has disappeared without a trace. Furthermore, the cult leader, Zuo Huai'an, has become incredibly audacious, plotting against the most beautiful woman at the martial arts tournament, which has aroused the indignation of the martial arts world. Recently, the righteous sects have united to launch a collective attack on the demonic cult, and it is estimated that the Moon Worship Cult will soon be doomed.

He Qinglu didn't care about the so-called battle between good and evil, but he remembered that Pang Wan had said she was the maid of the Holy Maiden of the Demonic Sect. After seeing the wounds on Pang Wan's body, he wondered if this silly girl was being punished for failing to protect her master.

Pang Wan touched the front of her shirt, a dull pain welling up inside her.

“It’s not because of the Holy Maiden,” she forced a nonchalant smile, “it’s because I lost a bet.”

"What kind of gambling could cause such injury?" He Qinglu frowned.

“…The dealer wanted me dead. He cut open here with a knife and ripped out my heart.” Pang Wan made a heart-cutting gesture.

"A heartless person cannot sit here and talk."

To her surprise, He Qinglu stared at her expressionlessly, as if she were watching a joke.

"I knew I couldn't reason with someone so narrow-minded!" Pang Wan was speechless, glaring at him angrily.

Looking at her lively and spirited appearance, He Qinglu hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to reveal the devastating news that she would no longer be able to practice martial arts. Just as the two were exchanging glances, each harboring their own secrets, Jin Diluo's voice suddenly rang out from the doorway, reporting something.

"Young Master, something has happened in the Chaos Prison."

Author's Note: This chapter actually contains a lot of information, so you'll have to read it slowly.

P.S.: Lately, my stories seem to have a penchant for heart-cutting scenes. I confess, it's probably because I haven't had cold pig's heart salad in a long time... I'll change... Please don't be offended...

Chaos Prison

The moon is fullest on the sixteenth day of the lunar month, and on this night of the full moon, Mei Yaxiang drank a little wine and walked briskly into the Chaos Prison.

"Your Highness Mei has come to see the prey?" The guard at the gate smiled obsequiously at her.