Imperial Treasure

Chapter 1437: Chapter 836: Peach Blossom Villa (Part 2)

"But because both of them are crippled in the legs, although one is of strategy and the other of martial arts, with Cherry Snow Forest and Peach Blossom Villa, that master strategist, the Head of the Shen Family, and Mr. Tao have always been spoken of together by the world. There’s no way to compare them, yet both are publicly acknowledged as rare, flawless imperfections in this world."

Having stayed in the Capital City for so many years, Sui Yi had actually heard the name Peach Blossom Villa before, but she didn’t know about Mr. Tao. Now she had broadened her horizons a bit, though the real eye-opener would have to wait for the Thousand Years Martial Birth; besides, she had a feeling that day would be very lively.

Extremely lively.

Just as Nie Wanqing had left, and Sui Yi and Pu Qinghan had just returned from outside, their clothes had been worn for two days, so of course they had to change and wash.

But when Sui Yi entered the room and took off her coat, she saw a woman sitting on the desk in the room, staring fixedly at her.

Someone who was supposed to be getting married was now in her room.

Sui Yi stayed fairly calm.

"If the Qi Family finds out, you could say your great hatred is avenged."

The person tossed this out lazily. Zhong Buli neither confirmed nor denied it. "If you’re scared, you can hand me over right now."

Heh~

Sui Yi put her coat in the clothes basket to the side.

"How is he? Why didn’t he come back with you?"

Fan Yin—how should she put it?

In her mind again appeared that icy, vast snow mountain, the drifting, swirling Jin Xing... that gentle, elegant, handsome monk had in the end turned into the past in this world, merged into heaven and earth.

"He’s been released."

"Released?"

Zhong Buli unconsciously repeated.

"Have you heard of ’transcending in Buddha’s radiance’?"

"You mean... he’s dead?"

"He just left."

Leaving and dying are two different concepts.

Zhong Buli unconsciously hid both hands in her sleeves, her thumb pressing into her own palm; the pain jolted her reason, restraining her emotions.

Because of that reason, she did not see any pain or evasiveness on Sui Yi’s face, only open, easy composure.

Sui Yi did not hold Fan Yin in her heart romantically, yet she still valued him. She wouldn’t deny that. And with her personality, no matter how cold-blooded, if Fan Yin had died, she absolutely couldn’t be this calm.

So, he really just left.

"Was he... happy when he left?"

The reason Zhong Buli would ask this was probably because in her impression, Fan Yin had always been melancholic.

Because you keep someone in your heart, what you see becomes different.

If it were Sui Yi, she would feel Fan Yin was tranquil.

"Mm."

That’s good then.

Zhong Buli pressed her lips together, turned and stepped out onto the balcony. Just as she was about to go down, she suddenly turned back to glance at Sui Yi, her brows more or less restored to their former pride and sharpness.

"I know he’s definitely dead. And he absolutely died for you."

"So, Sui Yi, you’d better remember him for the rest of your life."

"If you forget, I’ll make sure to remind you."

Turning her head away, she stepped onto the railing and leaped down. A single tear at the corner of her eye scattered away with the wind. When she landed, she was once again that eldest young miss of the Zhong Family who put no one in her eyes.

Meanwhile, Gong Jiu and the others downstairs: "..."

What was this situation? They’d said no one was here, and it turned out she was hiding in Sui Yi’s room?

This was a slap in the face, loud and clear.

But Zhong Buli wasn’t any better than them—how had she gotten into the house without a sound? That wasn’t right.

Gong Jiu didn’t actually bear hostility toward Zhong Buli; he purely felt his face had been thrown away, so a residual shadow shot out as he moved, about to reach out and trade a couple of moves with Zhong Buli. Zhong Buli’s mood right now was complicated and turbulent; what she needed was an outlet, so...

A fight was about to break out!

Under Ye Changan’s dumbfounded gaze, Flower Demon grabbed the Popcorn and rushed out to watch the show....

"Take it outside." Sui Yi’s voice came from the second floor.

Gong Jiu and Zhong Buli immediately went outside.

After Sui Yi took a bath and changed into a clean set of clothes, she seemed to remember something and went downstairs.

"Eh, worthy of being from the Zhong Family, Zhong Buli’s martial arts have improved pretty fast too—already S-level."

"In the global Martial Arts scene, the ones who benefit the most are these Martial Arts families. With shared resources, they get more chances to train. Her movement technique has very strong concealment—no wonder we didn’t notice her."

"Li Luo, you noticed Zhong Buli come in. Why didn’t you stop her and just let her into Sui Yi’s room?"

"She’s Sui Yi’s friend."

"How did you know she was a friend and not an enemy?"

"Intuition."

Intuition... that word was used well.

Especially as Li Luo swept a cool gaze over the few girls present.

—Most of a certain someone Sui’s friends were beautiful, so... most beautiful women were her friends?

This line of thinking was really... accurate!

Su Zimu gave a light cough, while Li Luo’s expression remained natural as she turned and saw Sui Yi coming downstairs.

Setting aside this strange atmosphere, Sui Yi had come down to get something.

The rectangular box on the table that Gong Jiu and the others had brought back yesterday.

The box was quite heavy, solid and weighty.

Sui Yi didn’t avoid the others and opened it directly.

Inside was revealed a gray-white tone, then overlapping bas-relief patterns in light and dark; and then...

It was just a long stone slab.

Not wide, not thick, yet not light, with gray-white patterned coloring that didn’t look all that special.

As if someone had pried it off from the shadow wall of some old building outside.

But on closer look, the patterns on it were actually very strange—fine and exquisite, not imposing at all, like serpents, like dragons, yet also like birds and beasts coiled together, like gaudy, blooming demon-flowers and beans—chaotic, yet enchantingly sinister.

This was just a small strip of stone slab. If it were a big one, what kind of astonishing carving would that be?

And now... Sui Yi picked up this stone slab, her gaze turning deep in a way that Yhan Qingwu and the others couldn’t read.

That Jiang Chenyu, whose good and evil were unclear, would give Sui Yi such a stone slab; he must have had some great intention behind it.

But Sui Yi didn’t say anything, merely looked at the stone slab for a while, then put it down.

Just then, over there Fatty Gao suddenly braked to a stumbling stop, and as soon as he got out of the car he yelled.

"Big news! Big news!"

He didn’t spare a glance for the brawl between Gong Jiu and Zhong Buli, and after running into the courtyard and seeing Sui Yi, his eyes popped wide—Boss is back!

Talk about timing.