Reborn as Powerful Minister's Beloved
Chapter 119 Mystical Arts

Chapter 119: Chapter 119 Mystical Arts

Zheng Nianru slightly startled, some understanding of the young man’s meaning; it wasn’t until this moment that Zheng Nianru remembered that it was this young man who had saved her life.

Not an accident? Although Zheng Nianru wasn’t clear about the strength of Nanmen Yu’s master, that eccentric old man, at such a critical moment, when even Xing Yu couldn’t win, this boy was able to save them and acted bewildered, as if everything was coincidental.

"You can kill that monster?" Zheng Nianru still asked uncertainly. That monster was something Fu Gong’s people couldn’t deal with, and it was a difficult challenge for Nanmen Yu’s people as well.

"Mhm, now I still can," the young man glanced at Zheng Nianru, whose delicate and flawless face had a slight rosy tint; he had never seen such fineness and perfection, and her thick, slightly curled eyelashes framed eyes so captivating, one dared not stare into them for fear of seeing one’s own unworthiness and selfish desires too clearly.

He could have saved her earlier, just like the last time, by simply dispersing the monster. However, he realized she wouldn’t notice him, unaware it was he who had saved her.

And so, he quietly lured the monster back again; he wanted her to see him—to recognize that, just like Nanmen Yu, just like the Fu Dong and Nian Xia who followed by her side, he was useful.

He just wanted to see her, just like now, watching him, even if it left him flustered; but beyond the fluster, there was a joy he didn’t understand.

Zheng Nianru raised an eyebrow, that answer sounded quite confident.

"Yin He, can you really kill that monster?" Xing Yu couldn’t help but speak up, her eyes shimmering with stars; she had witnessed the monster’s terrifying power, which had snatched away things right from her hand.

"It wasn’t me who took action, I made the monster do it." Yin He tried to explain seriously but seemed to struggle to articulate, unable to describe the definite function of this newly discovered technique.

Xing Yu was immediately captivated by the young man’s words, looking at him with curiosity. She felt he wasn’t lying, while Fu Dong and Nian Xia thought he was, and at the time, it was Xing Yu who had kicked Duke of Jing Ci away—with the strength that could kick someone to death.

The young man easily saw the disbelief in the others, including Zheng Nianru in front of him. Indeed, he couldn’t quite explain how he had done it.

Yin He stepped forward, picking up the bandage that Zheng Nianru had swept onto the floor when changing the dressing, grabbed Zheng Nianru’s arm. Nian Xia was about to step forward to stop him, but Zheng Nianru raised her other hand to prevent her.

Although Zheng Nianru didn’t understand what the young man was planning to do, her heart was filled with curiosity; after all, hadn’t Ju Nanyi finally believed in the so-called mystical arts of these people?

What did it matter if she believed a little?

The young man closed his eyes, not holding Zheng Nianru’s hand tightly; in fact, because of the injury on her arm, it was more a gentle touch. His breathing slowed, and as Zheng Nianru noticed this, she suddenly felt an indescribable sense of suffocation in the air.

It was as if she had forgotten how to breathe, like when a wave hits right before you, and the air is momentarily swept away. Everything around started to tremble subtly, causing the fallen curtains to form odd patterns. When Nanny Yun stepped in and noticed the friction sound from the base of a man-high vase against the floor, the white traces left by porcelain rubbing against stone were like the marks of water stains repeatedly left on a table by the base of a teapot.

Suddenly, the vase stopped moving, as if it had never moved at all. Nanny Yun, puzzled, looked up; the young man was slowly releasing Zheng Nianru’s hand, opening his eyes as if unburdened.

"It’s done." Yin He’s voice was firm and decisive.

Zheng Nianru looked at the young man in front of her, confused, while Xing Yu cast a skeptical glance at him, almost forgetting that the young man had just claimed to have killed that unnatural monster.

"You say, you killed that monster?" Fu Dong rubbed his eyes, feeling a soreness in his neck as if he had just dozed off.

"Hmm, killed, I made him smash his own head with a rock," the youth said calmly, his confident expression made Fu Dong and Nian Xia swallow the questions they wanted to challenge him with.

For the first time, Zheng Nianru looked at the youth seriously. Although he was only wearing a servant’s outfit from the inn, stripped of the all-black attire and the black cloth that covered his entire face, the youth looked as fresh as bamboo after a rain shower, slender without being aware of it.

Zheng Nianru naturally didn’t believe it. Could she be so easily fooled into believing that the monster was dead just by the youth’s word?

"Not bad, Nanny Yun, get him a change of clothes," said Zheng Nianru with a nod. She must have been foolish; she had almost believed him. It seemed there was a problem with her mind, a bothersome one.

"Commandery Princess—" Where would they find men’s clothes here? Would eunuch’s clothes do?

Zheng Nianru ignored Nanny Yun’s inquiring gaze, her mind not yet made up. The youth’s arrival was very timely; it was best to take him out of the palace first and then release him.

Nanny Yun understood what Zheng Nianru meant and very amiably tricked the youth into going out.

"A change of clothes?" Yin He felt that the clothes he was wearing were quite good.

"Of course, now that you are in the palace, you must wear palace attire." Yes, it’s better to dress him as a eunuch. It will be easier once he’s out of the palace. Sigh, a perfectly fine person, how did he turn into a fool?

Nanny Yun sighed to herself. Noble Consort Wen was ruthless, having poisoned a perfectly fine person into idiocy—a pity for such a youth. But her actions were decisive, and she began to prepare to send the youth away.

...

The followers of Master Ling Yi arrived very quickly, already accustomed to working with the Loyal Warriors of Wen Family. Even before the Imperial Forest Guards arrived, the Loyal Warriors were ready to be dispatched.

Finding the trail of the shadowy figure was not difficult. Although Master Ling Yi’s tracking skills were not as inherently sublime as those of Master Chang Zhen, his cultivation was not shallower than Chang Zhen’s.

The Loyal Warriors of Wen Family had dispatched almost all of their capable guards in Zheng Capital, particularly after the experience of being helplessly attacked. Yan Cheng had formed the lowest estimation of the Loyal Warriors’ strength. He was even less willing to accept that they were gradually becoming like any ordinary family’s defense troops.

But the urgent task at hand was to deal with the monster first, and then consider the matters that would follow.

Yan Cheng followed closely behind Master Ling Yi, who only had to cross the two alleys where they were attacked today, to find the monster.

Yan Cheng was stunned, somewhat disbelieving what he saw. That monster?

Master Ling Yi was also taken aback, stepping forward to see clearly that the monster was indeed...

How to describe it? A strange aura emanated from the scene, because the monster was already dead, thoroughly so. Yan Cheng looked at the creature’s body on the ground, its skull caved in by a large half, eerie and terrifying. A stone that had cracked apart lay next to the corpse, as if...

As if the monster had smashed its own head with a rock.