This villain has become a ghost

"A social animal and a hardworking worker," Nangong Qianshang nodded towards Nangong Mingzhu and said, "...Then I will take my leave."

Only Ling Chaomian and Nangong Mingzhu were left in the tent. The atmosphere was not harmonious and seemed a little stiff.

Ling Chaomian coughed lightly and asked tentatively, "Your Majesty, are you still angry?"

"Not really," Nangong Mingzhu glanced at him, picked up a handkerchief with his slender hands, and began to wipe his armor, saying lightly, "...it's just that I don't like the Imperial Master right now."

Ling Chaomian sighed in grievance:

"Hey, Miss Yue is gone. Can you blame me for this? She clearly acted without authorization and left first before asking me to help. She asked me to help, how could I not help?"

Nangong Mingzhu sneered and said coldly, "Why did she choose to believe you instead of telling me directly?"

"How would I know? Maybe I look kinder..." Ling Chaomian suddenly realized something as he spoke.

He said, "Are you jealous?"

Nangong Mingzhu paused for a moment, then glared at him, curled his lips, and smiled coldly.

"Even though Miss Yue trusts me, there's no need for you to be jealous," Ling Chaomian sighed resentfully, "Aren't you two already married? Do you think I still have a chance? I can't. Miss Yue will definitely not accept me..."

The knife in his hand was suddenly unsheathed, interrupting his words, accompanied by lightning, a sharp cold light, and a muffled roar of thunder.

Nangong Mingzhu touched the cold blade with his hand, his eyes fixed on him, and he spoke word by word:

"Don't even think about it."

Ling Chaomian: “…”

The scene looked like a murder scene, so he chose to keep quiet.

He shuddered and muttered softly, "Even if you're jealous, you shouldn't be jealous of me. At least I know you two are a couple. Go find Shen Yue. Not only does he know nothing, he also has bad intentions towards Miss Yue..."

Faced with a sour taste, he chose to divert the fire.

Shen Yue, who was far away in the sky, couldn't help but sneeze, wondering who was thinking about him.

Nangong Mingzhu ignored him and continued to wipe his knife. He looked calm as always, but his handkerchief was tightly clenched. His knuckles were clearly white from the force, and his eyes were filled with deep coldness.

"Okay, don't be angry anymore. Be careful not to get too angry and harm your health," Ling Chaomian said earnestly, "sometimes being too possessive isn't a good thing."

Nangong Mingzhu still ignored him.

Ling Chaomian scratched his head and finally decided to get down to business: "...I came to see you today because I have something very important to tell you."

Nangong Mingzhu said without even raising his head: "Let go."

"...I haven't been able to glimpse destiny for a long time. I thought it had already declined, or even disappeared long ago," Ling Chaomian's expression gradually became serious, and he pondered, "But in recent days, the destiny chart has shown signs of loosening..."

Nangong Mingzhu sheathed his sword.

After a long silence, he actually smiled, his eyes full of indifference.

He asked, "So, where should 'Fuwei and Jueming' lean towards now?"

Ling Chaomian closed his eyes and recalled the results of his deduction, frowning slightly and sighing:

"Although there are strange stars and variables, the main focus is still on death."

In other words, there is a high probability that they will still lose.

After hesitating for a moment, Ling Chaomian could not help but continue:

"Destiny coexists with this world. It is the rule of this world. The ruler can only suppress it, not eliminate it. Even half of your and Nangong Qianshang's luck was given by him. Once he can give it, he can take it back at any time."

"If it doesn't pity you, or if it finds a new child of destiny, the two of you are destined to be treated as useless pawns."

"Furthermore, destiny is a set of rules, a dead thing, not a living being with thoughts. So... it doesn't necessarily have to stand on your side to prevent the world from falling."

"It will just naturally lean towards the good side."

"If we really stand against it, I'm afraid the road ahead will become very difficult."

The night was as dark as ink, the stars hidden. Raindrops finally began to fall, a few sparse drops at first, then gradually increased in intensity, becoming denser and denser, like countless ice beads pouring down, hitting the tent with a crackling sound.

Rainwater dripped along the edge of the tent, forming curtains of rain that cut the outline of the camp into pieces, splashing water on the ground, quickly gathering into streams, and flowing along the low-lying areas.

"so what?"

Nangong Mingzhu put down the knife in his hand and cast his eyes towards the raging rainy night outside. He raised his hand and pinched the raindrops with the smell of soil on his fingertips. His figure was tall and straight, and even his expression was tinged with madness and willfulness.

"To bet everything on dead things is truly foolish."

I will fight for the position of Fuwei, and I will take my own life and death.

"That's right," Ling Chaomian knew he would say that, and knew he wasn't the type to bow his head. He sighed, "...No matter how difficult it is, there's no other way."

Not to mention taking a step back, even looking back would mean certain death.

Having said that, Ling Chaomian had nothing else to say, but he did not forget to joke at the end and said:

"...Then do your best. I finally saved you, but don't let your life die again. If anything happens to you, I'll really feel sorry for Miss Yue. My mission is to keep you alive, so you better be careful."

After saying this, he immediately opened the umbrella in his hand and said:

"I have to go now, take care."

"and many more."

Nangong Mingzhu suddenly called him.

Ling Chaomian turned back embarrassedly, thinking that he had been talking nonsense and finally angered this person, and he wanted to settle the score with him.

However, Nangong Mingzhu slowly said:

"After I leave, if there is no one to protect you, remember not to act impulsively and focus on protecting yourself."

It turned out to be a human word.

Amazing.

Ling Chaomian: “…”

Although it sounds like she cares about him, why is it so strange?

This time Ling Chaomian's mind turned quickly. He reacted immediately, and the corner of his mouth twitched:

"My esteemed Majesty, are you saying I'm useless?"

He had been arranging tasks and making plans for Nangong Qianshang, Shen Yue, and the others, but why did it become "self-preservation" for him?

Translated, it means, just be alive, I don’t expect you to do anything.

Take asparagus.

Nangong Mingzhu was too lazy to hide it and decisively admitted the fact. He raised his eyebrows and nodded.

"It's good to know."

Still quite self-aware.

Ling Chaomian: “…”

Okay, that's how you play it, right? Then you've finally hit the jackpot. He was speechless.

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Yizhou.

Liu Zeyin placed the letter in the candlelight and lit it, and it burned to ashes in an instant.

He looked up at Yin Yun and said, "The emperor has indeed set off, but... his speed is much faster than we imagined. We must hurry."