I really don't want to be a traitor

Chapter 116 A Woman's Heart

Big man, Chang'an.

Even though several forces dug deep, they could not find the assassin who assassinated Lord Jin of Chu.

However, there is one place that is truly a forbidden area in Chang'an City.

Those forces would rather search the Weiyang Palace of Emperor Han than set foot there.

Grand Master's Mansion, Dong Zhuo's residence.

It is still the quiet waterside pavilion, with the gentle breeze blowing and the fragrance of lotus coming.

The two women sat opposite each other, both speechless.

The fragrant tea in front of him was completely cold, but no one picked up the teacup to taste it.

After a while, a girl who looked like a maid ran over quickly and whispered something in Diao Chan's ear.

"Fan Li is not dead yet." After the maid stepped back, Diao Chan said softly.

Sitting opposite her was none other than Holy Lord Hanyue.

No one expected that Grand Master Dong Zhuo's mansion would become the retreat route for Holy Master Hanyue.

The most dangerous place can always become the safest place.

Even Dong Zhuo himself didn’t expect it!
Finally waiting for the final result, Holy Lord Hanyue shook his head repeatedly.

"This is impossible."

"I really didn't hold back that sword."

She said this on her lips, but she didn't feel the frustration of the assassination failure in her heart.

strange?
why?
When Diao Chan heard this, she smiled half-heartedly: "But you haven't tried your best."

Hanyue was speechless.

Because Diao Chan was right.

She didn't intentionally spare Fan Li's life, but she didn't try her best either.

Why not use all your strength?
Fan Li is only at the Qi Refining Realm. To assassinate him, does it require a full blow from the third level of the Mahayana Realm?
With this thought in his mind, Holy Lord Hanyue felt that he was right.

What's more... no, that's it, there's no other reason.

"A lion fights a rabbit with all his strength. If my sister strikes again, she must not be so lax." Diao Chan said with a smile.

In the pure land of Sanskrit, sisters of the same generation are commensurate with each other, and so is the Holy Lord.

But in terms of seniority, the top ten holy masters are also arranged in an orderly manner.

The first Holy Lord, the Supreme Holy Lord Yao Guang, is the well-deserved eldest sister of all the Holy Lords.

Diaochan called Holy Master Hanyue as 'sister', and the latter did not refute it, which shows that Diaochan's status is still higher than Hanyue.

"Again?"

"Am I going to assassinate Fan Li twice?"

Thinking of this, Hanyue felt extremely bored in her heart.

Her mood was also written all over her face.

Diao Chan was always smiling, but it was confusing.

She didn't bother with this topic, and led the conversation to the five wooden boxes beside Hanyue.

"My sister, these five pieces of clothing are very beautiful and tight. Even if Master Dong rewards me, there are few pieces that can compare with these."

Diao Chan said, looking Han Yue up and down with a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes.

"My younger sister always wears men's clothes on weekdays, why don't you change it today?"

"Speaking of which, Fan Li has really good taste. These five pieces of clothing are all extremely beautiful and match my sister's figure very well."

In fact, the products produced by [Yunxiufang] are inherently exquisite and have nothing to do with Fan Li's taste.

Prefecture-level treasure clothes can adjust their sizes on their own, and there is no such thing as 'fitting'.

"No... no need!"

Holy Master Hanyue panicked when she heard the words.

"I don't care about the things Fan Li gave me!"

"Oh, not rare?"

Diao Chan smiled and nodded without saying anything.

Since it is not rare, why carry it with you?

Holy Master Hanyue's cheeks were reddish, at least she understood the sneer in Diao Chan's smile.

"These...these are earth-level treasures!"

"It's better to bring it back to the Pure Land and reward the outstanding disciples of the younger generation than to keep it in Fan Li's hands!"

Holy Lord Hanyue said this, but he was secretly surprised in his heart.

Since when did he become so good at lying?
That's right, lying.

This blurted lie made Han Yue feel more guilty and inferior, and she couldn't hold her head up in front of Diao Chan.

"What my sister said is very true. The Pure Land is becoming more and more powerful, and my sister has contributed a lot." Diao Chan seemed to take it seriously, and her tone was full of praise.

Han Yue was speechless for a moment.

Do you really want her to give away these five sets of clothes?

How is this worth it?
Fan Lihua bought five sets of prefecture-level treasure clothes at a high price. It was also the first time in her life that she received a gift from a man!

How to do?
How should I express tactfully that I actually want to keep all five sets of clothes for my own use?

But if she doesn't keep her word, how can she still have the dignity to claim to be the Holy Lord of the Pure Land?
Hanyue was thinking in confusion, and Diaochan's faint sigh came from next to her ear.

"Sister, don't panic, I'm just joking with you."

"These sets of earth-level treasure clothes, my sister just keeps them safe, I don't report them to the Pure Land to let my elder sister know."

"what!?"

Han Yue exhaled softly, feeling a sense of joy in her heart.

But why?
She looked at Diao Chan in confusion, who had slowly stood up.

"In the past few days, my sister has been living in the Taishi Mansion with peace of mind. She is safe and sound."

"When the celebration is over and the eldest sister's plan is successful, the whole man will be under the sphere of influence of Sanskrit Pure Land, and my younger sister will be able to move freely."

"Sister, please rest first. I won't disturb you anymore."

Diao Chan left.

Among the water pavilions, only Holy Master Hanyue remained.

Dong Taishi's mansion.

There is always a faint smell of blood.

Late at night, the cold wind gusts.

It seems that there are countless ghosts lingering in the Grand Master's Mansion, wanting to seek an explanation for his futile death?
Only this water pavilion is really unstained from the mud, like a pure lotus standing in a pavilion.

After a long time, Holy Lord Hanyue made a move.

With her sense of cultivation, she could be sure that there was no one else but herself in the entire waterside pavilion.

She looked at the five wooden boxes in front of her, feeling entangled and expecting.

He mustered up the courage to reach out and want to pick up a piece of clothing.

But his hands froze in mid-air, even trembling slightly.

"Holy Master, what do you think of these five sets of clothes? If you like them, I can buy them all."

What Fan Li said a few days ago echoed in her ears again.

at last!

Holy Master Hanyue fiercely picked up a set of pink neon clothes!
She was embarrassed but quickly fled into the boudoir, and she did not forget to put down the bead curtain to symbolically block the outside view.

Even though there is really no one in the waterside pavilion area.

After a while, she changed into this set of earth-level treasure clothes.

On weekdays, Holy Lord Hanyue always dresses in neutral clothes.

If it weren't for her beautiful face, she would look more like a cold and arrogant male swordsman from a distance.

Now she is wearing a pink neon dress, looking at her reflection in the bronze mirror, she is a little crazy.

It turns out that even if you dress up a little, you can be so beautiful?
But Hanyue also discovered that she still maintained the man's habit of tying her hair, which was extremely inconsistent with what she was wearing.

Hanyue felt a burst of shame inexplicably!
She tore her hair apart in a panic, and her long, jet-black hair fell down like a waterfall to her slender waist.

Looking at the reflection in the mirror again, it finally looks like a woman should have.

Hanyue smiled.

She took off the [Frost Sword] that never left her body and threw it aside.

Then she imitated Diao Chan, raised her orchid finger, opened the bead curtain, and walked to the wooden box with unskilled lotus steps.

There are four beautiful clothes, waiting to be tried on by her one by one...

(End of this chapter)