Luo Qing Chen was surprised and before she reacted, her left hand was being firmly held by Murong Ming.

  He was releasing bursts of cold from his body and the chill in his eyes seemed like it could freeze everyone.

  There was a strange terrifying feeling in the cold and those blue eyes narrowed, dangerously looking at Murong Han Xuan.

  “You……Who are you?” Murong Han Xuan forced himself to shake his head and shouted in a panicked voice, “Someone……Someone……”


  “Ka.” Murong Ming narrowed his eyes and a dark blue light came over his palm, falling down on the back of Murong Han Xuan’s neck.

  Murong Han Xuan fell to the ground.

  All this took three seconds, so fast that Luo Qing Chen couldn’t react to it. She was pulled away by Murong Ming and left the imperial study.

  The night wind was cold and the sky was dark with a strange red glow.

  She looked into his unnatural eyes and pursed her lips into a faint smile, “Why are you here? Are you worried about me?”


  Actually she was always confident when she teased people before since the other side would fall under her and affection would increase.

  But this time she was a little uncertain.

  Her heart kept beating and her breath was light as her clear eyes stared at Murong Ming.

  Waiting, waiting for an answer.

  For a while, there was no response. He slowly let go of her hand and recovered his laziness, “Xue’er put something in the sandalwood, so I came to take a look.”


  “Look at what?” She felt that this so-called sandalwood wasn’t that important.

  The important thing was what did he come here for? Was he worried about her or was he here to see his enemy embarrass himself.

  Murong Ming was surprised, as if he never thought she would ask this.

  The cold wind blew and the hibiscus flower petal fell onto her dress, but she still didn’t receive an answer.

  “You.”


  The atmosphere suddenly became strange and this conversation fell silent.

  She couldn’t understand what the man in front of her was thinking. She couldn’t see what his heart was like under his lazy appearance.

  “Di, da, di, da.” The sounds of two water drops broke the silence.

  The glass container in Murong Ming’s chest released a faint blue glow as four drops came together.

  “It seems like the story of the monk and the princess and the general has come to an end.” Luo Qing Chen looked at the glass with a bit of a sadness in her eyes.

  She felt that the beginning was this and the end……was also this.

  “Un, we’re just missing Lou’er.” Murong Ming nodded as his hand holding the crystal glass trembled slightly.

  “Lou’er……” Luo Qing Chen said in a daze, “Is that the story of the brothel girl and the ghost?”


  To be honest, of the five stories, the one she loved the most was Lou’er’s story because she always felt that the answer would be the most surprising.

  Why would a brothel girl killing the fiancee that abandoned the ghost make the ghost reprimand her?

  She already had an answer in her heart.

  “Un.” He revealed a faint smile as he said, “So, when do you plan on giving me your tear?”


  Luo Qing Chen gave a shrug and rolled her eyes at him, “If you really need it, how about I squeeze out a few drops for you?”


  “It has to be sincere tears, which will follow the path of the underworld and gather in this crystal glass.” Murong Ming looked into her eyes and asked with a bit of exploration, “Has there anyone who moved your heart, causing you to be lovesick?”