In the back courtyard of the residence of the Minister of Rites of Zhou Kingdom.
Yan Ruxue was in the courtyard, gazing at the bright moon hanging in the night sky.
The woman's pair of charming peach blossom eyes blinked gently, reflecting the stars filling the sky, lost in some unknown thoughts.
After a long while, Yan Ruxue slowly withdrew her gaze from the night sky and looked straight ahead.
Seeing the woman walking toward her, Yan Ruxue smiled with curved eyes, "Little Green, what is it? Did you investigate clearly?"
"Sister, I've investigated clearly." Little Green nodded and handed over a bamboo scroll. "According to the information gathered by Listening to Sea Pavilion, everything about Jiang Qingyi's life, whether it's documented real experiences or false rumors, is all here."
"Thank you for your hard work, Little Green."
Yan Ruxue took the bamboo scroll and covered it with her divine consciousness.
In just one breath's time, Yan Ruxue swept through the thirty thousand characters contained on the bamboo scroll.
"How interesting."Yan Ruxue crushed the bamboo scroll, and as a breeze blew, the powder scattered with the wind.
"I didn't expect her master to also be called Xiao Mo, and even more unexpectedly, she has also been searching for her master for three thousand years."
"Yes."
Little Green's expression carried some complexity.
"The City Lord of Tianji City calculated that her master was within the imperial capital of Zhou Kingdom, so she came personally, disguising herself as an ordinary disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.
I think it's possible that when the ruler of Zhou Kingdom went to welcome the Ten Thousand Swords Sect elder, she recognized that the ruler of Zhou Kingdom was her master's reincarnation.
That courtyard on Lingqian Peak, for three thousand years, not a single blade of grass or tree could change position and Lingqian Peak is rumored to be where her master taught her back then.
Such a disturbed woman, Little Green naturally has quite a reaction knowing that sister will become the Empress of Zhou Kingdom."
"Three thousand years ago..."
Yan Ruxue placed her small hands on her well-proportioned thighs.
"Three thousand years ago, I remember I searched the entire Demon Realm for his reincarnation and came up empty-handed. I never expected that I had missed him, and that Xiao Mo had even taken on a disciple."
As she spoke, Yan Ruxue smiled with curved eyes, "But he's worthy of being Xiao Mo. A disciple he casually took on has now become the world's greatest sword immortal. In that case, that Jiang Qingyi should call me master's wife."
"Then sister, how should we handle this Jiang Qingyi?" Little Green asked.
"Jiang Qingyi is a madwoman, but not a fool. Moreover, no matter what, I am her master's wife and have the responsibility to discipline her."
Yan Ruxue smiled and drank a cup of tea.
"I understand everything now. You don't need to pay attention to Jiang Qingyi's side anymore. I have my own judgment."
"Yes, sister..." Since sister had said so, Little Green couldn't say much more.
"Speaking of which, did you bring the painting I asked you to bring?" Yan Ruxue asked with a smile.
"I brought it." Little Green placed the painting beside her sister.
Yan Ruxue gently caressed the rolled-up scroll, the moonlight soaking through the tenderness in the woman's eyes.
After a long while, Yan Ruxue withdrew her gaze from the scroll and looked at her sister, "Is there anything else?"
Usually, after reporting matters, Little Green would leave, but Little Green seemed to have more to say to her.
"Sister, the dean of White Deer Academy, Shang Jiuli, sent a letter to the North Sea." Little Green's eyes moved as she took out a letter from her chest. "Would you like to read it, sister?"
Yan Ruxue stared at the envelope in her sister's hands, remaining silent for a long time.
Finally, Yan Ruxue crooked her finger, and the envelope fell into her hand.
After opening it and reading, Yan Ruxue shook her head, and the envelope in her hand spontaneously burned to ashes.
"Sister, what did Shang Jiuli write in the letter?" Little Green asked curiously.
"Shang Jiuli said she wants to reframe the matter of the human-demon war from four thousand years ago. Xiao Mo shouldn't be nameless in the world. He should have statues erected and be honored in the Confucian Temple." Yan Ruxue slowly explained.
Little Green: "..."
"Little Green, help me write a reply."
"Please speak, sister."
"Just help me write four characters."
Yan Ruxue pressed her legs together and raised her head to look directly at the starry night sky.
"They are not worthy."
Little Green was slightly surprised but still nodded, "Sister, I understand."
"Oh, there's one more thing." Just as Little Green was about to leave, Yan Ruxue said with a smile, "I have no particular opinion about Senior Sister Shang. Send an invitation to her. Four months from now, please invite Senior Sister Shang to the imperial capital to attend my wedding ceremony."
"This..." Little Green said with difficulty, "Sister, Dean Shang probably won't come..."
"Whether she comes or not is her business. Whether we invite her or not is our business. After all, we're old friends." Yan Ruxue said with a smile.
"Understood." Little Green turned and disappeared into the night.
After Little Green left, Yan Ruxue also tidied up her needlework and slowly walked into her boudoir.
Yan Ruxue spread out the ink painting and hung it on the wall. In the painting was 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 with delight, "Miss, this painting is so beautiful..."
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Yan Ruxue's eyes curved.
"Yes, yes, very beautiful." Xiao Chun looked at the woman in the painting, so lifelike she seemed about to step out of the painting. "But Miss, why have I never seen this painting before?"
"Let me tell you, Xiao Chun, you absolutely mustn't tell anyone, okay?"
"Don't worry, Miss, I would never tell anyone." Xiao Chun's eyes sparkled brightly, full of anticipation.
"This painting..."
Yan Ruxue gently touched the maid's forehead.
"It's a betrothal gift His Majesty secretly gave me."