The Demon Lords

Chapter 958 - 215: Beautiful Dream (Part 2)

Of course, the blind man was also cautiously adjusting, first he carefully probed the surface person, the Seventh Uncle, to prevent raising his suspicions.

Moreover, although Li Liangshen didn’t come, the subordinates around the prefectural princess were surely not lacking in talent. The Earl of North Border had stationed in Beifeng Prefecture for a hundred years. Such a foundation was not something ordinary people could imagine. As the prefectural princess, someone like Li Liangshen was a rare find, but it wouldn’t be hard to have some ordinary experts around.

The blind man knew that those Qi cultivators might not be strong in combat but were extremely sensitive to the sensing of spirits. If a Qi cultivator was hidden around the prefectural princess, they might sense his mental power.

However, after hearing Zheng Fan’s voice, the blind man ended his preliminary probing and opened his eyes.

"Mo Wan..."

The blind man began to search for Mo Wan,

but after scanning other areas, he didn’t find any traces of Mo Wan and could only say:

"My lord, I can’t find it either."

Logically, with a crowd of armored guards protecting the young lord, Mo Wan shouldn’t be there.

"Where did it go?" Zheng Fan asked.

"My lord, there are only two areas in the entire Earl’s Mansion that I can’t search now. One is the courtyard where the prefectural princess is located. I’m still probing and don’t dare to extensively penetrate with mental power for the time being.

The other area is the basement where Shatuo Queshi’s coffin is stored. Due to the overwhelming aura around Shatuo Queshi, it greatly affects my mental power detection."

The implication was that Mo Wan was most likely in one of these two places.

One, beside the prefectural princess.

Another, beside Shatuo Queshi.

Zheng Fan didn’t think Mo Wan would run to the prefectural princess because the princess hadn’t shown any indication of wanting to be his mother, at least he, as the father, hadn’t received any clear information;

so,

Mo Wan should be at Shatuo Queshi’s place now.

Why would a resentful infant run to a zombie at this time?

Zheng Fan helplessly rubbed his brow,

No one understood Mo Wan better than he did,

Mo Wan certainly wasn’t there to act as a mediator,

he was only there to act as a troublemaker.

...

And Mo Wan, praised as a troublemaker by his own father,

was currently standing beside the coffin,

The stone floated to one side, his form faintly visible.

Shatuo Queshi sat within the coffin,

not looking at Mo Wan. In fact, Shatuo Queshi’s eyes were still closed.

"Heh heh... heh heh..."

Mo Wan’s laughter was suppressed, carrying an enticing power.

At this moment, his actions were like adding fuel to the fire.

Due to the prefectural princess’s presence, and the fact that she had entered the mansion, an invisible thread of what could temporarily be called destiny had been linked.

The living always try to fulfill the last wishes of the dead, allowing them to rest in peace underground.

Shatuo Queshi’s last wish was simple; the last thing he did in life was to go to the Earl of North Border’s mansion to seek an explanation from the prefectural princess.

The barbarian Royal Court had retreated,

he did not retreat.

This was an obsession,

a deep-rooted obsession,

which hadn’t diminished even after his death.

"Heh heh... heh heh..."

Mo Wan kept gently waving his little arms.

Compared to Lord Zheng, who was reluctant to go against his conscience yet unwilling to abandon his current foundation and thus naturally appeared hypocritical, Mo Wan seemed much purer.

After all, Mo Wan was once placed in Shatuo Queshi’s coffin by Zheng Fan to accompany him.

A resentful infant of nine generations can hate someone eternally, but if he genuinely wants to be good to someone, he can go to the extreme. He is, in essence, an extreme product, with no concept of moderation in his world.

Mo Wan sensed Shatuo Queshi’s hatred,

If you hate her,

then go kill her,

Why hold back?

Why suppress it?

What are you still apprehensive about?

What do you still need to be cautious about?

Is there anything you can’t afford to lose?

Go on, go on,

Do what you want to do.

...

Inside the bedroom, the blind man stood up and said, "My lord, shall I go bring back Mo Wan?"

Zheng Fan didn’t respond, simply propping his chin with his hands, gazing ahead lost in thought.

The blind man stood up, ready to leave.

"Forget it, blind man."

Zheng Fan spoke.

The blind man stopped his steps.

Zheng Fan sighed,

stuck out his tongue,

licked his lips,

Then,

leaned back again into the reclining chair,

took the black cat back onto his lap, and began stroking its fur again.

"If it’s meant to rain, it will rain; if she wants to marry, she will. I don’t want to care anymore. Do you think this is destiny?"

"My lord, believing in destiny is a psychological compromise and escape."

Zheng Fan nodded, said:

"Yes, I just want to escape now. I didn’t invite her here; she came by herself. I wanted her to stay in the southern estate, yet she insisted on moving in!

I don’t care if she’s eager to find that Gou Moli, but she chose her own path, she wants to court death on her own, why should I trouble myself by getting involved?"

This was resentment.

Ji Chengjue had resentment towards the prefectural princess, and now, Lord Zheng also had resentment towards the prefectural princess.

Used to being unruly due to her status, right?

If you didn’t have your father backing you up,

even if Li Liangshen is by your side, even if some Seventh Uncle is by your side,