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Chapter 13: The Moon-Tracing Banquet

During the Su Yue Banquet, Xi Jiuge and Li Hanguang exchanged questions and answers with unexpected politeness. Their restrained courtesy surprised everyone present. Ji Shaoyu quickly followed up with a smile. “Jiuge is focused on cultivation and sometimes doesn't control her strength when she fights. Last time, the hostage vomited a lot of blood, so his injuries must have been quite severe. If you need any medicinal herbs, just let me know.” Li Hanguang returned the courtesy with equal grace. “Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness, but my injuries are already healed, so there's no need for Your Highness to worry.” Though their words were courteous, an invisible tension crept into the air once the exchange ended. Ji Ningsi, who had been quietly observing Li Hanguang, finally spoke. “I heard from my brother that you even sparred with Brother Shaoyu. How old are you this year, that you could actually fight Brother Shaoyu to a draw?” The question was cleverly phrased. Li Hang...
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Prologue: Touching the Invisible

 


The courtyard was quiet and empty, with a censer of incense sticks scattered like crumbs.
He stood before the carved window pane, his head slightly tilted as the breeze brushed against his cheeks. Half of his face was disfigured, with burns extending from his chin to his left cheek, now scabbed over. He heard soft footsteps behind him, reached out to the window, and turned around unsteadily: "You're here."
His eyes could no longer see.
The breeze blew gently, causing the wind chimes hanging on the window pane to jingle once more.
"I once thought that losing my sight would be unbearable," he said slowly, his voice noble and composed. "But now I understand it differently. I can still touch with my hands, listen with my ears, and see with my heart. The lotus in the courtyard should be in bloom. I catch the faint scent of lotus on the wind, hear the rustling of leaves, and feel the water droplets sliding down."
He raised his hand slowly, his voice soft: "Let me touch your face. I want to know what you look like." His slender fingers moved carefully, and a faint smile curved on his lips: "If one day I regain my sight, I'll be able to recognize you instantly. And then..."
"Then, I will search for someone very important to me."

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