CHAPTER 695: CHAPTER 562: THE TRUE PERFECT MATCH

Before Cong Lv could react, he suddenly felt numbness in his tiger’s mouth. His hand was still hanging in mid-air, but the Earth-grade Spiritual Artifact, the Ba Feng Blade, had already shot out straight.

That blade, precise and accurate, burst through the heart of the Nine Corpse Wanderer.

Blood sprayed wildly, and the Nine Corpse Wanderer died instantly.

"!" Cong Lv couldn’t believe it. How could his blade fly out of his hand?

He hesitated, glancing at Feng Xun, who was only a few steps away from him, showing no abnormalities.

Ye Lingyue was also stunned; the blade strike came too unexpectedly.

Since the blade was thrown from Cong Lv’s hand, could it be that Cong Lv intended to kill someone to silence them?

Cong Lv was shocked on the spot.

"Cong Lv, it turns out you still remember the laws of Beiqing. According to the law, the crime of arson is extremely heinous. Anyone who catches the perpetrator can execute them on the spot," Feng Xun said leisurely.

After pondering for a moment, Cong Lv understood that Feng Xun was reminding him to go back and report.

"Prince Feng is right. This person was extremely vicious, and I have killed her on the spot. All soldiers, listen to the order, immediately clean up the embassy." Although still puzzled, Cong Lv could only regard the incident of the flying blade as an accident since Feng Xun was not skilled in martial arts.

"Yue Marquis, I apologize for any offense earlier. It’s late at night, and to prevent any other accomplices of the criminal, I kindly ask Yue Marquis to accompany me to the Imperial Palace and stay for a few days," Cong Lv said respectfully.

"Since the Daxia Embassy is destroyed, Yue Marquis and the rest of the Daxia Embassy’s people will temporarily stay at Feng Residence. Cong Lv, if His Majesty asks, just convey my words," Feng Xun moved to Ye Lingyue’s side, seeing her face dirty from the smoke and her hands slightly blistered, his gaze darkened.

Without waiting for Cong Lv’s response, Feng Xun wrapped his arm around Ye Lingyue and stepped onto the carriage of Feng Residence unilaterally.

The Sword Slave, standing aside, dared not say much. He glanced at Feng Xun, wondering in his heart whether this was truly Prince or "that one."

When the Prince and he arrived earlier, hiding in the darkness, they saw Yue Marquis interrogating. The Prince instructed him not to make a sound until guard Cong arrived, and then Prince came out.

The Sword Slave felt increasingly unable to see through. Lately, he felt that the line between the Prince and "that one" was increasingly blurred.

Sometimes, the Prince seemed to be "that one," and at other times, "that one" seemed to be the Prince.

The carriage sped away, leaving Cong Lv standing there, frowning incessantly.

With no other choice, he had to take the corpse of the Nine Corpse Wanderer back to the Imperial Palace to report back.

Inside the Beiqing Imperial Palace, the lights were still Tongming.

Emperor Beiqing sat on the throne, his face unruffled.

"So, Feng Xun took Yue Marquis away. And you brought me back a corpse?"

"My lord, I failed in my duties, please punish me," Cong Lv knelt on the ground.

"Get up, this matter is not your fault. Feng Xun seems mild-mannered, but since childhood, neither I nor you have ever gone against his will. Cong Lv, you and Feng Xun are good brothers, what do you think his actions towards Yue Marquis signify?" Emperor Beiqing was not angry.

"My lord, I think Prince Feng is very concerned about Yue Marquis," Cong Lv pondered for a moment, cautiously answering.

"Just care about it? I think not. I fear Feng Xun will marry her and no other, even willing to be at odds with me." The Emperor Beiqing’s voice was calm, yet Cong Lv seemed to hear a hint of murderous intent.

"Your Majesty! Please do not punish Prince Feng, he would never do anything to offend Your Majesty. He is your own nephew, raised by you since childhood." Cong Lv quickly knelt down, pleading for his good friend.

"A man should marry when he reaches the age, but perhaps things aren’t as you think. I am also considering what’s best for him. Xue Pianran and Feng Xun enhance each other’s Five Elements, but Ye Lingyue and he are completely opposing in their fate, being together will surely endanger his own life." Emperor Beiqing spoke.

"Ye Lingyue and Feng Xun are complete opposites in fate? Your Majesty, is this true?" Cong Lv was shocked.

If that is the case, Ye Lingyue is indeed not a good match for Feng Xun.

Since meeting Ye Lingyue, Feng Xun’s personality and behavior have increasingly differed from his usual self.

Cong Lv worried that Feng Xun was truly blinded by infatuation.

"This information was personally revealed to me by Xue Pianran, there is no falsehood. If you are free, advise Feng Xun more. I am also weary today, you may leave." Emperor Beiqing commanded Cong Lv to withdraw.

Looking at the knife wounds on the body of the Nine Corpse Wanderer, Emperor Beiqing’s expression was as cold as frost.

The fire at the Daxia Embassy was disastrous, causing heavy losses, including nearly everyone from the embassy except Ye Lingyue and five or six others, with most of the Daxia Rites Officers and ritual carts consumed by flames.

Emperor Beiqing’s commemorative ceremony was approaching, meaning facing the awkward situation of having no gifts to present. For this, Ye Lingyue was troubled for a while, but fortunately, she came up with a clever last-minute gift.

As for the arsonist, Emperor Beiqing ordered a thorough investigation which concluded it was done by an Independent Cultivator from the Central Plains Evil Force named Nine Corpse Wanderer.

The matter could only be left unresolved.

Ye Lingyue thought everything was ready, but on the day of the coronation ceremony, she realized another problem.

That was, the ceremonial dress she had prepared for the ceremony day was also destroyed in the fire.

These past few days, she had been busy preparing a congratulatory gift for Emperor Beiqing and had completely forgotten about her attire until Feng Xun reminded her.

With no choice, Ye Lingyue wanted to rush to the city to buy a dress, but Feng Xun stopped her.

"This palace banquet is of great importance to both of us and should not be taken lightly. In the storeroom, there is a palace dress made of Beiqing Cloud Silk, the color and style fit you perfectly, just need some alterations," Feng Xun said, and ordered someone to fetch the garment. When Ye Lingyue saw it, the moon-white base with cloud patterns embroidered on the edges was indeed to her liking, so she let Feng Xun order the alterations.

Around dusk, both were ready and set out for the Beiqing Imperial Palace.

Ye Lingyue changed into the clothes, with Feng Xun waiting outside early.

The moonlight was gentle, and as Feng Xun turned around, he was momentarily stunned at the sight of Ye Lingyue.

Under the soft moonlight, her long hair was done up in an Immortal’s Bun, her usually plain face was painted with delicate makeup, losing some of its purity but gaining an intoxicating allure.

The Moonlight Dress, made of top-grade moon-white Cloud Brocade, trailed elegantly on the ground, its cloud patterns exquisitely detailed.

As Ye Lingyue elegantly approached, she appeared like thousands of pear trees blooming, her beauty unfolding layer upon layer in front of everyone.

Upon closer proximity, Ye Lingyue realized that Feng Xun’s suit and her dress were cut from the same type of Cloud Brocade, though his style was simpler.

But on his tall, bamboo-like figure and handsome face, it added a certain charm.

The two stood together—a perfect match made in heaven but unmatched on earth, causing Old Sir Mu, standing by, to wipe away tears.