Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Fu Qingjiu’s face was drained of color. She bit her pale lower lip and stared at the man standing outside the giant pit without uttering a word. She did not want to lose her last dignity before this man.
“The Ninth Emperor has never been blessed with immense talent. It was tons of hard work and years of painstaking efforts that had made her who she is today.” Fu Chen came out behind Feng Ruqing.
Fu Chen was still a tiny little flower back then. It was the Ninth Emperor who had watered the flower every day and night and, finally, turned him into his human form.
Fu Chen barely knew the Ninth Emperor… he did not even know whether the Ninth Emperor was male or female. However, Big Black knew the Ninth Emperor very well.
The Ninth Emperor was not highly gifted and everything she had achieved in life was hard to come by.
The Ninth Emperor had never counted on anyone or taken a shortcut.
Feng Ruqing’s strength could improve exponentially in this life, naturally, it had something to do with the Ninth Emperor’s effort back then.
Because of the Ninth Emperor, this medium existed.
Because of the Ninth Emperor, Feng Ruqing had learned spirit herbs sowing skills.
Because of the Ninth Emperor, Feng Ruqing found a way to make herbal dishes.
As the Ninth Emperor was too lazy back then, everyone in the Divine Herbs Sect was capable of making herbal dishes.
It was her previous and present life.
Without the Ninth Emperor’s painstaking effort in her previous life, perhaps, Feng Ruqing would still be working hard to lose weight now and she would not have become who she was now.
As the saying went, one sows and another reaps.
Feng Riqing stared at Nan Xian in bewilderment.
Feng Ruqing had never doubted her true identity when she met Big Black. However, she had always thought that the Ninth Emperor was not the slightest bit related to her. She was Feng Tianyu and Nalan Yan’s daughter, the princess of Liu Yun Kingdom, and the betrothed of state preceptor.
However, seeing Nan Xian’s reaction just now, a solemn look crept into Feng Ruqing’s face.
If Feng Ruqing remembered it correctly, Nan Xian told her that he had fallen for her ever since he was five. When Nan Xian was five years old, he was still in the Mu family. He could never have been in Liu Yun Kingdom. How could Nan Xian fall for her?
“Nan Xian…” Feng Ruqing held onto Nan Xian’s hand suddenly.
Nan Xian tore his eyes away from the giant pit and turned his head to look at Feng Ruqing. He stroked her head as he smiled faintly.
“Qing’er, I will not let them lay a finger on you.”
Not to mention that no one was allowed to live Feng Ruqing’s life using her identity.
Fu Qingjiu’s face took on a ghastly expression. The spirit beasts had betrayed her and the guards in the palace were nearly wiped out. Soon, she would be standing here all alone.
“Believe it or not, my daughter is the Ninth Emperor!”
Fu Yu flicked his sleeve and snorted. His face was stern and haughty. Even when all the people behind him had nearly been massacred, he was still calm and indifferent, with the bearing of a reigning monarch.
All of a sudden, the sky turned gloomy and overcast. Ferocious winds whipped, exuding a bone-piercing coldness.
Nan Xian raised his eyes nonchalantly as he lifted his arm slowly. A long shiny white sword with great brilliance appeared and descended from the sky, thrusting right into his grip.
The sword looked so surreal and otherworldly, just like Nan Xian.
It was true. Even Nan Xian’s sword was much more astonishing, though not flashy, than an ordinary sword.
The wind emanating from the sword had nearly sent Fu Yu flying. Fu Yu dug his toes into the ground so he could stand firmly on the spot. However, drag marks could be seen on the ground.
