"Is he injured?" Qingjun squatted down, curiously lifted the black cloth on Ye Chen's face, curled his lips, and asked in confusion.
"Wu Xin, he was seriously injured. If he dies, do you think the master will blame you for not saving him?" Qiu Tong glanced at Wu Xin, with a weird smile on his lips.
Wu Xin watched with cold eyes. The master did not give an order to her to save Ye Chen. No matter whether she was saved or not, the master would not blame her. Ye Chen failed to do things well and the master did not even punish her, so he fell first?
"Wuxin, I know you don't want to save him. You even want him to die, because only in this way can you have a chance to step into the Netherworld Palace." Qiu Tong looked to the west. The Netherworld Palace was like a forbidden area, and they didn't know anything in it.
I don't know.
"Isn't that what you think?" Wu Xin said coldly. After speaking, he turned around and left. Even if she didn't save him, Ye Chen wouldn't die. How could he die before he saw his master?
A sinister look flashed in Qiu Tong's eyes, and she hated Wu Xin's calm look more and more.
"Where is the Netherworld Palace?" Qingjun raised his head, his eyes full of curiosity and confusion, and he curled his lips and asked.
"The Netherworld Hall is the residence of the master. Without the master's permission, it is not a place where you can set foot. However, only Ye Chen can go to the Netherworld Hall." Qiu Tong glanced at the people on the ground and said with a half-smile.
Qingjun lowered his head to hide the strange look in his eyes, and looked at the people on the ground. Are you the only one who can do this? No wonder everyone wants you dead, you really shouldn't exist.
"Young Master, maybe you will be qualified to step into the Nether Palace in the future." Qiu Tong's eyes flashed with ridicule, and when he mentioned the word "young master", it became even more sarcastic.
After she finished speaking, she glanced at Qingjun and then walked away. This child was older than her master, but she called her master's sister. She was obviously picked up by her master, and maybe he was also a slave, not much nobler than her.
There was no sound of conversation, and the surroundings suddenly fell silent. Qingjun stood up and looked to the west. The Netherworld Palace was the most mysterious place here, and also the most desirable place.
The morning light has arrived, and the dewdrops are sparkling. Qingjun turns around and goes back to the east. At the end of the west is the Nether Palace, and one day he can step into it.
I don’t know how long it took, but the sky gradually darkened, the night fog came, and the cold wind from the mountain peaks blew into the fortress.
The man on the ground tried his best to open his eyes and slowly got up. His face was so pale that there was no trace of blood. He leaned on the wall and stood like a sculpture, staring in the west direction. He didn't know whether he couldn't walk or was in deep thought.
Until the moonlight came quietly, he lowered his eyes and slowly walked towards the north pavilion.
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Seven days later, the doors to the Netherworld Palace were finally opened.
She wore a light purple brocade dress, with the corners raised slightly to draw graceful arcs. Her hair was tied up with jade hairpins, without any unnecessary ornaments. She was extremely elegant and innately noble, and could be set off by any gorgeous dress or jewelry.
Can't show it, can't hide it.
Today is the tenth day, and Ye Chen has been waiting at the door early.
He followed her two feet away, and he seemed to be a shadow.
Arriving at the main hall, Ye Chen made tea, placed it in front of her, and then stepped back two feet away.
Qiongying drank tea slowly and leisurely, looking at the sunny sky outside the palace, August was approaching.
"Who hurt you?" she asked casually.
"...He is the current prime minister of Jinli Kingdom." After a moment of hesitation, he replied slowly.