Time Travel: Pampered by the Aloof Prince-Chapter 414: It Seems Your Master Isn’t That Skilled

Chapter 414: Chapter 414: It Seems Your Master Isn’t That Skilled

Zhaixing Pavilion began construction that day, and Shi Zhou sat inside the Holy Maiden Temple, watching Qiya sob quietly while sipping tea indifferently.

These days, she had been visiting the palace daily to spend half a day in the Holy Maiden Temple.

With Qiya as a cover, her entry into the palace had become much smoother than usual.

Although she was still being followed secretly, these people did not know that Qiya was merely a ruse.

The real purpose of her palace visits was to monitor every move of Yingruo.

The decision to build Zhaixing Pavilion inside the Imperial Palace was Yingruo’s idea, and Shi Zhou instinctively felt that it contained some hidden secrets.

However, she had watched for several days and still had not found any weaknesses in Yingruo.

If anything were to be said, it might have been the day she stopped Yingruo and threatened her with those two words.

That day, in a moment of urgency, Shi Zhou blurted out the name Jiutu.

She thought that since the two were in cahoots, hearing the other’s name would surely evoke a reaction.

Indeed, she had won the bet.

The moment Yingruo heard the name Jiutu, she truly stopped in her tracks.

But that day, she couldn’t extract more information from Yingruo’s mouth about Zhaixing Pavilion; Yingruo’s story was no different from what she had said to the Emperor in the hall.

Was it really just for the sake of a bizarre dream that such a big fuss was being made to build a pavilion?

These past few days, Shi Zhou had been pondering over this question, but she knew neither Yingruo’s plans nor could she get close to the still-under-construction Zhaixing Pavilion.

Now, with the intermittent sound of Qiya’s sobbing in her ears, Shi Zhou twisted her brows and said somewhat impatiently, "Crying for what?"

Startled by her indifferent words, Qiya stiffened, pouted, and retorted, "What do you care!"

She had already fallen to such a state; was she not even allowed to cry?

The more Qiya thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt, and what had been mere sobs now turned into outright distraught wailing.

Shi Zhou watched the increasingly loud cries in bemusement, thinking to herself, how had her single comment offended this person so deeply?

Looking at the person in front of her wailing loudly, Shi Zhou pursed her lips, pulled out a handkerchief from her bosom, and threw it at her, saying in a firm tone, "Stop crying."

Qiya picked up the handkerchief and wiped her tears and nose on it, causing Shi Zhou to frown again.

After wiping her tears, Qiya realized that she had made a fool of herself in front of this person again. She pouted and said unhappily, "It’s not like you’re the one kneeling here every day, of course you don’t feel wronged!"

Shi Zhou raised an eyebrow and retorted lightly, "Who told you to challenge me in martial arts?"

She had been fine not mentioning it, but once it came up, Qiya felt like crying again.

She, having always been the center of adoration as a Princess, had never been unlucky until she met Shi Zhou.

What frustrated her even more was that the martial challenge had been her own idea; she couldn’t blame anyone else.

"My master clearly told me that the swordsmanship she taught me was the best in the world!" Qiya sniffled, her voice a mix of grievance and pride.

Shi Zhou looked at her with a red-tipped nose from crying and said somewhat amusedly, "Didn’t your master ever teach you that there’s always someone better out there?"

Qiya paused and shook her head, "No."

Shi Zhou scoffed unapologetically, "It seems your master isn’t that great after all."

Upon hearing her master being mocked, Qiya immediately took offense, "My master is very formidable!"

"Oh." Shi Zhou responded coolly, "That’s why you turned out to be such a disciple."

"You!" Qiya was nearly infuriated to death.

Seeing her flushed and flustered, Shi Zhou added fuel to the fire, "I am better than you even without a master."

Qiya was so frustrated by her words that she was about to cry again, turning her head away, no longer looking at her.

Seeing her finally quiet for a while, Shi Zhou didn’t provoke her anymore to avoid more wailing and howling later.

The two of them sat in mutual disdain. After a short while, Shi Zhou stood up, dusted herself off, and prepared to leave with her sword in arm.

Qiya caught sight of her movement to leave in the corner of her eye and felt a surge of relief.

However, Shi Zhou didn’t leave immediately as Qiya had hoped, but instead leaned against the door and stared in the direction of Zhaixing Pavilion for a long time.

Upon leaving the Imperial Palace, Shi Zhou keenly sensed someone following her.

She continued walking calmly, thinking that this person didn’t seem to be a Hidden Guard from the palace.

The Hidden Guard didn’t have such a strong killing intent.

Could it be an assassin sent by someone?

The possibility flashed through her mind, and her eyes instantly became alert, her hand already on the hilt of her sword.

She walked further ahead, and the person seemed very patient, holding back from making a move.

Yet, the killing intent constantly lingered around her, never dissipating.

After returning to the hostel, Shi Zhou didn’t hide the matter, telling both Mo Qingshan and Shen Xiheng about it.

After listening, Shen Xiheng furrowed his brows, "Could it be someone sent by the Empress?"

Right now, the person most likely wanting her gone could be the Empress.

Mo Qingshan stood by the window, watched for a while, then turned back with a solemn expression, "It’s not the Empress."

"Why?" Shen Xiheng asked in surprise.

Judging that this act wasn’t done by the Empress just from a killing intent seemed far too extraordinary.

Shi Zhou also looked at Mo Qingshan, puzzled.

Mo Qingshan stroked his beard, calmly saying, "The Empress can’t hire this person."

"Who?" Shi Zhou and Shen Xiheng asked in unison.

Mo Qingshan made a silencing gesture to them, then turned and closed the window tightly before whispering at a lower volume, "In the Jianghu, there are no more than five people with such fierce killing intent."

Shen Xiheng frowned, half-believing, "Is this person really that formidable?"

Mo Qingshan sighed, "This person has slightly weaker Qinggong, but her Swordsmanship is superb. The three of us together probably couldn’t withstand even two moves from her."

Shen Xiheng touched his nose, sheepishly saying, "Don’t count me in, my martial arts are just for show."

Mo Qingshan glared at him irritably.

Shi Zhou frowned deeply, asking, "Who exactly is this person?"

Mo Qingshan’s eyes darkened slightly, not directly saying the person’s name, but instead took paper and pen and wrote down three big characters on the white paper.

With each stroke he wrote, his hand trembled slightly.

Shen Xiheng looked at the three crooked characters, unable to decipher anything from them.

As a civil servant who loved literary pursuits and engaging in romantic writings, he knew little about the martial arts experts in Jianghu.

Thus, while the person was described by Mo Qingshan as a peerless master, to him, it was just a name.

But Shi Zhou’s pupils constricted sharply, her hand gripping the sword unconsciously tightening, and she said deliberately, "Jiang Xuerong, the number one female demon in the world."

Shen Xiheng was stunned, "Female demon?"

Mo Qingshan put down the pen and shook his head, "If she really is targeting us, then we are in trouble."

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