“Cui Pu understands.” These four simple words were extremely difficult for Cui Pu to say.
From a young age, he was proud and arrogant; these four words undoubtedly represented his submission to Shen Qianmo. However, such a man wouldn't tolerate disobedience. His bearing, his unparalleled elegance, exerted immense pressure, as if he were an inviolable god.
"Very well then." After receiving Cui Pu's reply, Shen Qianmo simply uttered four words and then drifted away, leaving only a fleeting glimpse of her white robes, as if she were a fairy, gracefully departing.
The armies of Tianmo and Linwei seemed to have divine assistance, and in just a few days, they marched all the way to the capital.
The city gates were tightly shut, and the armies of Tianmo and Linwei were lined up neatly beneath them. From a distance, they appeared as a dark, imposing mass, their heavy blackness creating a suffocating sense of oppression.
"Beneath the city gates, are those the armies of Tianmo and Linwei?" The clear voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.
The people in the city looked up and saw only a white robe fluttering freely in the wind. The robe accentuated the man's extraordinary demeanor. They could not see the man's face clearly. From a distance, they could only see a blurry profile, as beautiful as jade and as ethereal as a dream.
"Not bad." A clear and gentle voice came from behind.
Shen Qianmo raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.
General Yunxin of Tianmo was a skilled and ruthless general, and she was well aware of that. However, she never expected that such a man would have such a gentle voice, as if he should be a scholar rather than a general.
"I want Qi Yue's capital city. You can all go back now." Shen Qianmo said lightly, without the slightest fear on her face.
These words caused an uproar both inside and outside the city. Everyone was speculating about the identity of this elegant man in white who dared to so brazenly declare that he wanted Qi Yue's capital.
The people in the city were somewhat agitated, all looking at that white figure with eyes full of anticipation and admiration.
The soldiers outside the city grumbled under their breath, looking at Shen Qianmo with dissatisfaction. This guy was too arrogant. Just because he had a bit of otherworldly air about him, he could act so disrespectful. They should know that the armies of Tianmo and Linwei were not easy to bully.
"What makes you say that?!" Yunxin's tone remained gentle and mild, seemingly harmless, but Shen Qianmo clearly felt that the gaze directed at him was full of provocation and inquiry.
Shen Qianmo wasn't annoyed. She knew that Situ Jingyan probably hadn't informed Yunxin and Qi Yue about the situation in the capital yet, since Yunxin had fought her way here with great difficulty.
"I am Mo Chi." With a casual remark, Shen Qianmo's eyes gradually sharpened, and Yun Xin felt immense pressure from the man on the city wall.
He calmly raised his gentle eyes, a cold smile playing on his lips, and said indifferently, "The Demon Palace Master?... So what?!"
Shen Qianmo's smile faded; he was indeed not someone to be trifled with. Situ Jingyan's subordinates certainly had some guts.
"And what if we add the Blood Demon Lord to the mix?" A wicked and unrestrained voice, filled with arrogance, brushed past everyone's ears. All who heard this voice felt an invisible pressure, compelling them to obey the speaker.
With a mix of fear and curiosity, I looked up and saw that a man in red had appeared beside the man in white.
In the chilly early winter, that red robe was like an eerie flame, so intense and alluring that it was impossible to look away. The man was tall and slender, with a perfect, curved figure, and his ink-black hair was casually draped over his body, adding to his allure and otherworldly charm.
At that moment, the same thought flashed through everyone's mind: Is this the ruthless Bloodthirsty Lord of the Demon Clan?
Looking at the man's alluring figure, one might think that such a dashing and handsome man shouldn't be associated with an assassin organization. However, the coldness behind his red clothes and the arrogant and wicked words he just uttered made it all seem perfectly reasonable.
Yunxin's eyes trembled slightly when they met that red figure.
A surge of surprise filled him. It was the Emperor? He meant to leave Qi Yue's capital behind?! How could this be? When did the Emperor make such a decision? How could he leave Qi Yue's capital behind?! This was a grave disaster!
Could it be for the Demon Palace Master?! Others may not know the Demon Palace Master's identity, but Yunxin, as Situ Jingyan's confidante, knows it clearly. He is her, the Empress Shen Qianmo whom Situ Jingyan married, who was "murdered" on the way.
When he saw Shen Qianmo just now, he hesitated for a moment, but considering the importance of Qi Yue in the capital, he did not back down. But now that the emperor has spoken, what else can he say?
“Since both the Demon Palace Master and the Blood Demon Lord value Qi Yue in the capital so much, then Yunxin will not compete for what others love.” Yunxin calmed herself down, her tone still elegant and gentle.
"Very well. This will prevent any casualties." Shen Qianmo said calmly as she leaped down from the city gate, like a white wing flitting down from the city tower.
Yunxin looked at the person standing smiling in front of him. Although she was clearly a woman, she was dressed as a man, yet he didn't feel uncomfortable at all. Her beautiful eyebrows and eyes, her ethereal figure—perhaps only someone like her deserved the Emperor's favor.
"Why is the general staring at the ink pond?" Shen Qianmo smiled faintly as she looked at Yun Xin's scrutinizing gaze, her eyes slowly sweeping over the soldiers. She knew that some of these soldiers might still be dissatisfied.
The soldiers who were originally resentful were calmed down by Shen Qianmo's indifferent glance.
This glance carried a gentle comfort, making one feel warm and friendly, yet it also carried a profound warning, making one unconsciously feel that making an enemy of the person in front of them would be a very frightening thing.
"The Palace Master's demeanor is truly captivating." With this nonchalant remark, Shen Qianmo knew that the so-called captivation was likely mostly an act. Although Yunxin was a great general, she still had to consider the feelings of her soldiers.
"I dare not. General, your words of wisdom have brought peace to the people of the capital. I am deeply grateful. I also assure you, General and all the soldiers, that from this day forward, there will be no more Qi Yue Kingdom in this world," Shen Qianmo said with a faint smile.
Tianmo and Linwei divided up the entire Qiyue Kingdom, and the once-powerful Qiyue Kingdom vanished from the world. As for the capital of Qiyue, it was handed over to Cui Pu to manage.
"Miss, are we going to Tianmo now?" Inside a luxurious carriage, Qianqian blinked and asked as she sat next to Shen Qianmo.
“That’s right. She’s going to be my empress.” Before Shen Qianmo could answer, Situ Jingyan answered first, as if afraid that Shen Qianmo would change her mind halfway through.
"Sister Qianmo, are you really going to marry Jingyan?" Yan Xiuling blinked, looking disapproving.
“Yan Xiuling…” Situ Jingyan’s face still carried a charming and unruly smile, but his dark eyes showed that Yan Xiuling was probably in for a rough time.
Shen Qianmo looked calmly at Situ Jingyan and Yan Xiuling.
The air inside the carriage vibrated as Situ Jingyan and Yan Xiuling began their exchange of blows. Both were top-tier masters, deliberately controlling their power during the exchange. Although the airflow inside the carriage was terrifying, the outside remained perfectly calm.
"Miss, the young master's kung fu is amazing!" Qianqian stared wide-eyed at the two sparring partners, her eyes filled with admiration.
Shen Qianmo smiled faintly. Indeed, Situ Jingyan's martial arts skills were quite remarkable, even surpassing her own, while Yan Xiuling's skills were also not bad, probably on par with hers.
"I'm not fighting anymore! Nobody praises me for being good!" Yan Xiuling used a clever trick to avoid Situ Jingyan's attack, and looked aggrieved.
"Young Master, how could you bully Young Master Xiu like this?" Qianqian felt a pang of pity when she saw Yan Xiuling's watery eyes. Although the young master was the young lady's future husband, he shouldn't bully people like this, especially such a cute and innocent handsome guy.
Situ Jingyan withdrew his hand and rolled his eyes. Yan Xiuling was good at playing the victim, but this trick had never failed him in front of others.
Only his Mo'er saw through Yan Xiuling's true colors on the very first time; she truly is his woman!
"Qianqian is still the best." When Yan Xiuling heard Qianqian speak up for him, he immediately smiled, like a child who had eaten candy. His light-colored eyes showed a happy smile, but hidden deep in his eyes was a hint of cunning.