This hall is so winding and twisting, it makes one’s head hurt, coupled with those thickly scented incenses, Xiao Ji frowned incessantly.
However, he still silently memorized the route they took in his mind.
He didn’t like studying when he was young; first, because his father forced him too much and he had a rebellious mindset, and second, because seeing those dense words really made his eyes and head hurt.
Afterward, he plunged into the Military Camp and never went back to studying.
His mind wasn’t actually dull. As long as it wasn’t about studying, he basically never forgot anything he saw, and he could remember most of what he heard.
This gave him a distinct advantage on the Battlefield.
But no matter how many victories he secured, he couldn’t change the fact that he was a rough person. He once privately thought he was unworthy of someone like Qin Fengwan, a princess skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, as well as being talented and beautiful.
Now he recognizes quite a few words, directly or indirectly influenced by Qin Fengwan.
"Young Master, do you have something on your mind?" Hongluan noticed he seemed absent-minded about going to see the Holy Lady.
Xiao Ji brought himself back quickly, as if he hadn’t thought of anything else at all, sarcastically saying, "Does your Holy Lady know you’re so concerned about me in private?"
Hongluan was at a loss for words, not daring to speak again.
Why does something so innocent change tone completely when it comes out of the Young Master’s mouth?
She quieted down, and Xiao Ji tried to continue pondering the previous matters, but once a mood is interrupted, picking it back up is difficult.
He frowned in annoyance.
The two arrived outside the inner hall of the Holy Lady. Four Maids were guarding the entrance, each skilled in martial arts, and many experts were hidden in secret. It seemed that although there were no men in the Saintess Hall, the defense was not slack.
"Holy Lady, the Young Master is here." Hongluan reported outside the hall.
"Come in." The Holy Lady said.
Her voice sounded quite young, with the aura of someone in a high position and also a transcendent aloofness from the mundane.
Xiao Ji gave his first impression privately in his mind; as long as the Holy Lady hadn’t seen him in person, everything would actually be manageable.
His face couldn’t quite pass for someone in their early twenties, yet it didn’t bear the heavy marks of age either. Primarily, the eyes and expressions carried the restraint and composure of his age.
If he acted a bit and then claimed fatigue, under the dim light of an oil lamp, he should be able to muddle through.
However, contrary to human plans, the Holy Lady had indeed seen Xiao Ji in person!
"Is it you?"
Upon unveiling Xiao Ji’s mask, the Holy Lady stared intently at his handsome face, thoroughly shocked.
Xiao Ji was dumbfounded.
Could he be this unlucky?
Could he be recognized just like that?
The Holy Lady whirled around, drawing a long sword from the shelf, and the cold blade rested on Xiao Ji’s neck.
Xiao Ji glanced at the extremely sharp blade with his peripheral vision, then looked towards the veiled Holy Lady and asked, "Do we... know each other?"
The Holy Lady, also wearing a veil, didn’t take it off but coldly said, "You don’t know me, but I know you! During your battle with the Dongyi army, I analyzed your military strategies from the war chariot."
Xiao Ji realized, "Ah, you’re the mastermind Military Advisor behind the Dongyi King."
The Dongyi King’s forces weren’t many, but they consistently caused setbacks to the border pass’s forces, primarily due to having an exceptionally clever Military Advisor.
He didn’t expect the Military Advisor would turn out to be the Holy Lady of the Saintess Hall.
The Holy Lady angrily stated, "All of Dongyi’s warriors fell at your hands, Xuanping Marquis Xiao Ji! I was at a loss on how to find you, and never thought you would walk through the door voluntarily!"
She wasn’t just angry; however, Xuanping Marquis didn’t feel any genuine killing intent from her.
She didn’t want to kill him.
Why was that?
Xiao Ji’s judgments of his enemies were incredibly accurate, as on the Battlefield, any mistake in judgment could lead to massive casualties.
This ability, of course, wasn’t without error, for he had paid a great price.
Xiao Ji gave her a deep glance and sat down on a chair.
She frowned slightly, indeed not slashing him with her sword, but continued to hold it at his neck.
Xiao Ji confirmed his suspicion.
She truly bore no intent to kill him.
This was not a good omen.
They were sworn enemies; even so, she was unwilling to kill him. Could she intend to capture him and present him to the Dongyi King for rewards instead?
Wouldn’t handing over his head be more rewarding?
Things were not looking good...
"What have you done with that person?" the Holy Lady asked.
Xiao Ji replied nonchalantly, "Nothing much, still alive, I’ll return him to you shortly."
"Someone!"
With a sudden command from the Holy Lady, two shadows darted out from behind the folding screen, both women, yet possessing remarkable skills.


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