Ink Blade Chapter 7 (Part 2)
Translated by Sylver
Edited by kleio
Too Rigid (part 2)
He knew that Qiu Jin was worried about Mo Ren. These two were both his personal servants, they may also be counted as a pair of childhood sweethearts, and their friendship was also naturally not shallow.
But Qiu Jin's character was not like that of Mo Ren. This was not a surprise, Mo Ren was a small sword he picked up from the Dark Hall and gained by trickery, while Qiu Jin was a first-class maidservant chosen to serve the young masters of the Jiuzhong Palace.
The little girl was clever and delicate, was the most sensible, and smart. If Mo Ren's temperament was rigid, then Qiu Jin was soft. Those things that Mo Ren never learnt and refused to learn, she knew.
Thus for a period of time, probably after Mo Ren's death, Chu Yan felt as if he had been simply waiting for Qiu Jin to leave him.
It seemed that as long as Qiu Jin was gone, he could completely forget the past that was burned to ashes by his own hands, and break off all relationships. From then on, except for his Hua'er, no one would be able to stab him again, while also having nothing to lose.
But Qiu Jin didn't leave, this delicate and clever maidservant, she quietly accompanied the master through the final journey.
She accompanied her master into the impoverished road, into the dead end, into the blood-soaked desperate situation, into the cold stone cave, until the moment she closed her tearful eyes and lost her breath.
Chu Yan sighed silently.
In his previous life, he had indeed failed too many people.
Gathering his thoughts, Chu Yan took Qiu Jin out of the corridor, and walked towards the direction of the Lianhua Hall in his memory.
At this time, the Lianhua Hall had not been rebuilt, at best it was just a small garden in the back room of the Palace Master. He saw a slender young man in white clothes standing at the end of the dark red railing under the corridor, his long black hair was parted with a jade hairpin, and his back was like an immortal in a painting smudged with ink.
Bai Hua.
His Hua’er...
Chu Yan curled his lips coldly, he concealed the trace of murderous intent passing through his heart, straightened his robe casually, changed into his usual expression, and prepared to greet the little beauty in white that he once held in his palm and loved so dearly.
Hearing the sound of footsteps coming from behind, the young man suddenly turned his head in surprise, and the fragmented bright morning light fell on his snowy and soft skin, which was dazzlingly beautiful.
"Brother Chu!"
Bai Hua blinked, trotted in two steps, and stood in front of the Palace Master of Jiuzhong Palace. He had a natural body fragrance, and with every movement of his body, a faint sweet smell melted into the wind.
The smiling young man blinked his moist eyes with curled eyelashes, like a deer in a quiet forest. He first called Chu Yan joyfully, then turned to Qiu Jin, and nodded obediently, "Miss Qiu Jin."
That expression was very pure and innocent, and it was impossible to see the blood and darkness that would eventually swallow everything under it.
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Back in the Zhongqian Hall, the person on the bed slowly opened his eyes.
Mo Ren lifted the quilt and sat up.
Chu Yan's acupuncture did not use enough internal force. With such strength, it was no problem to cause ordinary people to sleep for most of the day, however it had no such effect on Mo Ren whose internal force was only second to the Palace Master in the Jiuzhong Palace.
Mo Ren didn’t know that his every move in front of Chu Yan was too similar to the previous life, such a sense of familiarity made Chu Yan subconsciously regarded him as a “useless person" whose internal force had been crippled, with meridians that had been cut off, and was extremely weak. Coupled with being distracted, the subordinate made mistakes.
“........”
Mo Ren stared at the door where Chu Yan and Qiu Jin left, and his clear face gradually became overcast.
He heard Chu Yan saying he was going out of the palace. But what is it that caused Chu Yan to bring Qiu Jin, but prevented him from knowing?
Mo Ren thought about it carefully for a while, then understanding floated in his eyes.
Ah, so that’s what it is.
He remembered that it was also at this time in his last life, the Master and Bai Hua went to the pear forest in the southern part of the mountain.
