Beauties in Simulation Cross over into Reality-Chapter 125 - 110: It’s a Secret Betrothal Gift from His Majesty

Chapter 125: Chapter 110: It’s a Secret Betrothal Gift from His Majesty

It was ten o’clock at night.

In the rear courtyard of the Minister of Rites’ Mansion in the Zhou Kingdom.

Yan Ruxue stood in the courtyard, gazing at the bright moon hanging in the night sky.

Her charming, almond-shaped eyes blinked softly, reflecting the countless stars, her thoughts a mystery.

After a long while, Yan Ruxue slowly drew her gaze from the night sky and looked straight ahead.

Seeing the woman walking toward her, Yan Ruxue’s eyes curved into a smile. "Xiao Qing, what is it? Did you find out?"

"Sister, I did." Xiao Qing nodded, handing over a bamboo slip. "According to the intelligence gathered by Tinghai Pavilion, everything about Jiang Qingyi’s life—from verifiable facts to baseless rumors—is all in here."

"Thank you for your hard work, Xiao Qing."

Yan Ruxue took the bamboo slip, her Divine Sense sweeping over it.

In a single breath, Yan Ruxue scanned through the thirty thousand characters contained on the slip.

"How interesting."

Yan Ruxue crushed the bamboo slip. A gust of wind blew past, scattering the dust into the air.

"To think that her master is also named Xiao Mo. And what’s more, she has also been searching for her master for three thousand years."

"Yes."

Xiao Qing’s expression was somewhat complicated.

"The City Lord of Tianji City divined that her master was within the Zhou Imperial City, which is why she came in person, disguised as an ordinary disciple of the Wanjian Sect.

I believe that when the Sovereign of Zhou went to receive the Wanjian Sect Elder, she recognized the Sovereign as the reincarnation of her master.

That courtyard on Lingqian Peak... for three thousand years, the position of not a single blade of grass or tree could be changed.

And Lingqian Peak is rumored to be the very place where her master taught her back then.

Such a pathological woman.

With you about to become the Empress of the Zhou Kingdom, Sister, it’s only natural she’d have such a strong reaction."

"Three thousand years ago..."

Yan Ruxue rested her small hands on her well-proportioned thighs.

"Three thousand years ago, I remember I was searching for his reincarnation in the Demon Race’s World. I found nothing... I can’t believe I missed him, and even let Xiao Mo take on a disciple."

As she spoke, Yan Ruxue’s eyes curved into a smile. "But that’s Xiao Mo for you. Even a disciple he took casually is now the world’s number one Sword Immortal. In that case, Jiang Qingyi should have to call me her master’s wife."

"..." Seeing her sister’s composed expression, Xiao Qing was at a loss for words.

’In the past, if Sister had encountered something like this, she would have been extremely nervous, even a little flustered.’

’Even four thousand years ago, when she was with Brother Xiao, she was still like a little girl. It seemed as long as Brother Xiao was around, she would never grow up.’

’But...’

’After Brother Xiao left four thousand years ago, that was the day Sister truly changed.’

’She was no longer that naive little girl.’

’On that very day, not just the North Sea, but all Four Seas finally welcomed the Empress they had awaited for ten thousand years.’

"Has there been any movement from Jiang Qingyi?" Yan Ruxue asked her sister.

"Yes," Xiao Qing nodded. "The Zhou Kingdom has pledged its allegiance to the Wanjian Sect. Normally, this requires creating the position of National Master for them. The Wanjian Sect’s candidate for National Master is Jiang Qingyi. They’ve even demanded that the National Master’s residence be established within the rear palace."

"How interesting." Yan Ruxue’s eyes curved into a smile. "She’s guarding against me."

"In that case, Sister, how should we handle this Jiang Qingyi?" Xiao Qing asked.

"Jiang Qingyi is a madwoman, but she’s not a fool. Besides, no matter what, I am her master’s wife. I have a responsibility to discipline her."

Yan Ruxue took a sip of her tea with a smile.

"I understand the situation now. You don’t need to worry about Jiang Qingyi anymore. I will handle it."

"Yes, Sister..." Since her sister had spoken, Xiao Qing didn’t press the matter.

"By the way, did you bring the painting I asked you for?" Yan Ruxue asked with a smile.

"I brought it." Xiao Qing placed the painting beside her sister.

Yan Ruxue gently caressed the rolled-up scroll, the moonlight seeming to seep into the tenderness in her eyes.

After a long while, Yan Ruxue looked up from the scroll and toward her sister. "Is there anything else?"

Normally, Xiao Qing would leave after giving her report, but she looked as if she still had something to say.

"Sister, the Dean of Bailu Academy—Shang Jiuli—sent a letter to the North Sea." Xiao Qing’s eyes shifted, and she took a letter from her robes. "Would you like to see it, Sister?"

Yan Ruxue stared at the envelope in her sister’s hand, remaining silent for a long time.

Finally, with a flick of her finger, the envelope flew into her hand.

After opening and reading it, Yan Ruxue shook her head, and the envelope in her hand spontaneously combusted into ash.

"Sister, what did Shang Jiuli’s letter say?" Xiao Qing asked curiously.

"Shang Jiuli said she wants to re-evaluate the Human-Demon War from four thousand years ago. She believes Xiao Mo should not remain unknown to the world. He should have a statue erected and be enshrined in the Confucius Temple," Yan Ruxue slowly explained.

Xiao Qing: "..."

"Xiao Qing, help me write a reply."

"Please tell me what to write, Sister."

"Just write four words for me."

Yan Ruxue pressed her legs together, tilting her head up to stare into the vast night sky.

"They are not worthy."

Xiao Qing was slightly taken aback but nodded nonetheless. "I understand, Sister."

"Oh, and one more thing," Yan Ruxue said with a smile, just as Xiao Qing was about to leave. "I have no issues with Senior Sister Shang. Send her an invitation. In four months, invite Senior Sister Shang to the Imperial City for my wedding."

"But..." Xiao Qing said hesitantly, "Sister, I doubt Dean Shang will come..."

"Whether she comes is her business. Whether we invite her is ours. We are old friends, after all," Yan Ruxue said with a laugh.

"Understood." Xiao Qing turned and vanished into the night.

After Xiao Qing left, Yan Ruxue gathered her needlework and slowly walked into her boudoir.

Yan Ruxue unfurled the ink wash painting and hung it on the wall. The painting depicted a woman standing on a mountaintop, gazing into the distance.

Just then, Xiao Chun pushed open the door and walked in. Noticing the painting on the wall, she exclaimed in delight, "Miss, this painting is so beautiful..."

"It is, isn’t it?" Yan Ruxue’s eyes curved.

"Mhm, it’s gorgeous." Xiao Chun gazed at the woman in the painting, who was rendered so vividly it was as if she might step right out of the scroll. "But Miss, why have I never seen this painting before?"

"I’ll tell you, but Xiao Chun, you absolutely cannot tell anyone else."

"Don’t worry, Miss! I would never tell a soul." Xiao Chun’s eyes sparkled with anticipation.

"This painting..."

Yan Ruxue gently tapped her maid between the eyebrows.

"Is a secret betrothal gift from His Majesty."