475 Meeting an Old Friend (6)
Later, after she went to the northwest, the news of Xie Jingxing’s death came. After the initial shock, Shen Miao slowly calmed down. In her previous life, Xie Jingxing did not go to war at this time. However, in her previous life and this life, Xie Jingxing had the same ending. Shen Miao did not believe in fate. Moreover, with her understanding of Xie Jingxing, she did not believe that such a powerful person like him would die so miserably.
Instead, she would prefer to believe that Xie Jingxing was using this opportunity to start over with a new identity and avoid all the possible trouble. One had to know that being merely a young marquis of Lin’an was by no means enough to get him what he wanted.
What was his ambition? Shen Miao’s gaze landed on the black and white chessboard, and a trace of shock flashed across her eyes.
“You’ve always been lucky.” Xie Jingxing looked at her calmly.
“However…” Shen Miao hesitated for a moment before finally asking,” How did you become Prince Rui? ”
Did Xie Jingxing create a fake identity? If that was the case, he was really too bold. The person he was pretending to be was the royal family of the Daliang Dynasty and the younger brother of Emperor Yong Le. If he was discovered, he would probably die a thousand times. But if he was really Prince Rui… then what was his identity in the past ten years? Why did he become Xie Ding’s son in Ming Qi?
“I’m Prince Rui of the Daliang Dynasty to begin with,” Xie Jingxing said. “Now, I just became who I really am.”
Shen Miao’s heart skipped a beat. “Marquis Xie is not your father?”
Xie Jingxing smiled in disdain. “Marquis of Lin’an? What right does he have to be my father?”
That meant that Xie Jingxing was not Xie Ding’s biological son. Shen Miao was more and more shocked. Xie Jingxing’s identity probably involved a lot of things, and she had never paid attention to these things in her previous life. Shen Miao suddenly thought that in her previous life, Fu Xiuyi did his best to suppress Xie Jingxing and even planted his people in the Xie army. In the end, the father and son of the Xie family were both dead. Other than Xie Changwu and Xie Changchao, the Xie family had no descendants. Was it really because the royal family was afraid that the Xie family would become too powerful and wanted to bring it down, or had Fu Xiuyi already realized that something was wrong with Xie Jingxing’s identity?
When Xie Jingxing saw her expression, his eyes darkened, but his smile became gentler. His appearance had grown mature. He was handsome and gorgeous, looking both good and evil. He knocked on the table. “My old friend, you’ve grown up a lot.”
Shen Miao came back to her senses and looked at him. “You too, Prince Rui.”
From Young Marquis Xie of the Marquis of Lin’an to Prince Rui, Xie Jingxing’s status was becoming higher and higher. Originally, he could do whatever he wanted in Ming Qi. Now that as Prince Rui, he might start to challenge the immortals.
Xie Jingxing picked up the mask on the table and put it on. The silver mask fit his facial features very well, and it also made him more charming because of the mysterious aura.
His gaze was even more charming than the autumn moon outside. He glanced at Shen Miao and said, “Did you remember you said that I’m yours?”
Shen Miao refused to admit it. “Prince Rui, you must have remembered it wrong.”
“I’ll help you remember it in the future.” Xie Jingxing stood up. A corner of his purple robe suddenly swept across the table, disrupting the layout of the chess game.
He said, “I’ll come and see you next time, Shen… Jiaojiao.”
Shen Miao was speechless.
Xie Jingxing rushed out of the window. Shen Miao looked at his back and thought to herself that tomorrow, she had to ask Shen Qiu to arrange a few more guards at the door of the courtyard. After all, many of the people living in this house were martial artists. Shen Xin, Luo Xueyan, and Shen Qiu had been in the army for many years. Why didn’t they notice any movements at all?
Outside the window, a man in purple was walking on the street beside the wall of the Shen mansion. At midnight, the street was empty, except for this man and the guard behind him.
The silver mask gave off a cold light under the moonlight. The guard behind him said, “Master, you seem to be in a good mood.”
Xie JIngxing said that he was going to meet an old friend. After he came out, he had been smiling non-stop.
The young man glanced at the guard. His eyes were half-smiling, and his voice was as pleasant as the spring breeze.
“It’s naturally not a bad thing to see interesting people.”
