My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 880 - 526: Clinginess (Double Release)

After seeing Zhu E off, Chen Yi stood in the hall for a long time, his heart a mix of emotions.

Then he casually picked up Square Land and lifted the seal inside.

"Boy, why did you seal my perception earlier?" came the puzzled voice of the Old Saintess from within.

Chen Yi wouldn't reveal the whole truth, but an outright lie wouldn't convince anyone either, so he half-truthfully replied, "An old acquaintance came earlier. She has a strong aversion to people from the Divine Sect, so to avoid any trouble, I isolated Square Land, so she couldn't sense you, and you couldn't sense her."

"Is that really so?"

"Believe it or not."

Chen Yi chuckled softly.

The Old Saintess was still somewhat suspicious, but she wasn't equipped with the Heavenly Ear Technique, and couldn't read Chen Yi's thoughts, so she had to accept it for now. Chen Yi secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although Zhu E regarded him as the Ming Venerable due to various complicated circumstances, his understanding of the Ming'an Divine Sect and what Zhou Yitang had taught him about the Breaking Law Gate played a part. If the Old Saintess met Zhu E at this time, the consequences would be unimaginable if they exchanged accounts.

Even though the deception couldn't last long, Chen Yi needed some time to prepare accordingly.

Chen Yi got up to wash and did not take Square Land back to the bedroom when he returned.

The fragrance from Zhu E seemed to linger on his nose. Their intimate closeness, exquisite and alluring, just separated by a thin fabric, made Chen Yi's heart tingle slightly. The Miao Clan women were skilled at ensnaring people, leaving lingering thoughts after parting.

Tonight, he couldn't have any entanglement with her,

Chen Yi exhaled,

Perhaps he could tangle with Little Fox?

Caught by lust, Chen Yi quickened his steps. When he pushed the door open, a small figure was already in the quilt.

"Little Fox," Chen Yi called out, but there was no response.

Asleep?

She didn't uncover the quilt, softly inviting, "Come sleep," to which Chen Yi felt a little unused. He undressed and slipped under the quilt.

Inside was warm, filled with Little Fox's body heat.

Turned, he saw the side of the girl's face, nose slightly twitching, her small face as plump as a sugar cake, and deeply asleep. Chen Yi thought of teasing her, but the soft snores dispelled his desires.

Snore, snore, snore.

Even the Hou Kang Sword was softened by her cuteness...

Chen Yi propped his head up to look at her for a moment, then couldn't help but kiss her cheek, wrapping his arms around her waist before sinking into sleep.

After some time, a pair of almond eyes slightly opened in the night.

Yin Tingxue turned to glance at him, and with some disdain, pushed his arm off her waist.

He was too careless,

Tonight, she wouldn't let him hold her.

...

The fire at the Bright Moon Hall was extinguished, and orders were given for an overnight search, but the gains were minimal. The assassin had prepared well, escaping from where the fire started, and once the blaze consumed the entire hall, all traces were obliterated.

The few discoveries included an assassin buried in the ruins of a collapsed building.

This assassin was gravely injured, with a leg broken by a beam, initially disguising as a staff member, but was recognized by real servants and apprehended on the spot.

"Leave everything to this old monk, Anshan Gong; you are exhausted, take a rest for a while."

In Wuchang Prefecture's prison, Ji Yuan gestured for Su Hongtao to sit.

"I dare not rest. After you examine them, Abbot, I must see it immediately," Su Hongtao said slowly, "It's not for personal gain. The governor's death concerns the nation's affairs and cannot be glossed over."

"Anshan Gong is noble."

"Not noble, it's just my duty. Like Pi Ji questioning the ox, the governor's assassination is my failure, and I must find out the truth."

"Anshan Gong should rest as well, even just close your eyes for a while."

"Oh, alright, I'll take a short rest. Please, Abbot, examine them quickly."

Ji Yuan turned and left. Watching his retreating back, Su Hongtao took a deep breath. With ordinary interrogation methods, it's hard to get results. These Jianghu people risked their lives for the assassination; their martial arts may not be high, but they are surely tough.

Moreover, he lacked skilled interrogators here; Han Xiu was the Inspector, in charge of prison affairs, and he couldn't leave the interrogation to Han Xiu's people.

Zhao Shourui had yet to appear, and the other soldiers were silent; likely, all were killed by Han Xiu's men. Han Xiu's methods were ruthless, his actions decisive, far beyond imagination.

Actions must be swift to prevent Han Xiu from coming to demand them at all costs... In ordinary times, he could drag things out, but now that the mask was off, Han Xiu must also rush...

Speaking of which, since he sent people to assassinate, targeting both me and Kou Jun is logical, but why kill Governor Wang Fu?

Was it a desperate shot at random...

Or seeing that surrender was a done deal,

Burn all in one go?

Su Hongtao's eyebrows twitched, and his breath quickened. After recovering, he struck the chair heavily, "Bastard, Han Zishen, you've sullied your reputation!"

After calming down, Su Hongtao felt a lump in his throat, suddenly a bit short of breath.

His face darkened, weariness etched across his features, and after a while, he recovered. Ultimately, he was too tired... Since taking office in this Hu-Guang, for all affairs, he was personally involved, keeping Wuchang Prefecture and even the whole Hu-Guang in order. Taxes and labor were never lacking, quelling unrest, suppressing rebellions, always leading the charge. In his years as an official, he was fair, with a clear conscience, and was praised for it, not living up to his noble reputation, otherwise, how could he be called "Anshan Gong"?

The scent of ashes still lingered on his nose, his eyes weary from lack of rest. The numerous affairs of Wuchang Prefecture had left him sleepless, and at sixty years, despite all the accolades, his body couldn't take it anymore. Su Hongtao knew he was old, knew he should let go, relax, compose poetry, retreat to a cottage, sing when happy, cry when sad... but if he didn't fight desperately, the Su family would fall.