Chapter 567 - 372: Daughter of the Former Imperial Censor, Lin Qinghan!

Chapter 567: Chapter 372: Daughter of the Former Imperial Censor, Lin Qinghan!

Lin Qinghan was the daughter of the former Imperial Censor, possessing a beauty so captivating that even the fish would sink and the geese would fall, her looks could shame flowers and eclipse the moon, truly a beauty of unparalleled splendor.

Coincidentally, the father of this Miss Lin was precisely tortured to death by the original owner, a meeting of fated foes.

The original owner acted this way because that old emperor secretly ordered it, commanding the original owner to inflict cruelty on her father.

Now, this depraved and unrighteous emperor has cast his lustful eyes on this orphaned maiden.

However, this matter must remain in the shadows.

The old emperor could only discretely instruct the original owner to spirit Lin Qinghan into the palace, unseen and unheard, for his own pleasure.

Pity this beauty as lovely as a flower, who could soon fall into the tiger’s jaws.

What surprised Lu Xuan the most was that the Jinyi Guard Commander Envoy Shen Wanbao secretly sent people to rescue Lin Qinghan.

If not forced by circumstances, with his cunning and calculative nature, he would never have acted rashly, even if it meant defying the emperor’s sacred will.

After all, this old fox always stayed deeply hidden and was best at watching the storms from behind the curtain.

But this time, he was ultimately forced to reveal himself.

There are only two possibilities.

Either it’s the old emperor, or the handiwork of that young Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace.

After all, under the heavens, the only ones who can truly command Jinyi Guard Commander Envoy Shen Wanbao’s obedience.

Apart from that fatuous and suspicious old emperor on the dragon throne, there is only the Crown Prince Yv Qianmin of the Eastern Palace.

However, all these entanglements and grudges were nothing more than passing clouds to Lu Xuan.

In the memory of the original owner, he understood almost all of the tyrant’s temperament.

Turning faces like flipping books, one moment granting exquisite wine with a smile, the next moment shoving the defiant into the abyss of ruin.

If this time Lin Qinghan cannot be brought back to the palace, unseen and unheard, by original owner.

What awaits the original owner would not just be the dragon’s fury, but a blood catastrophe of family extermination.

Just as the original owner’s situation, as if crossing a single log bridge over a ten-thousand fathom abyss.

One must say, though the tyrant is indulgent in wine and women, incompetent in governance, his manipulative grasp on imperial power is terrifying.

That old emperor is well-versed in the art of balance, while he elevates the original owner with absolute power, in secret he plants many spies, one misstep and it’s shattering into pieces.

The original owner’s identity as the Director of Dongchang seems to be an exalted position among ministers, but in reality, he is nothing more than a hound kept by the emperor.

Without the protection of the emperor’s might, he is less than an ant.

The original owner understands this very well, in this undercurrent-filled chess game, he is both a player and a piece.

Only by dancing on the blade and walking on a tightrope, can he find a sliver of survival in this court that devours people without leaving bones.

Lu Xuan can assert, once that fatuous emperor withdraws the power of "Director of Dongchang."

The original owner will be like a tiger with its claws and fangs extracted, even seeing the morning sun would be a luxury.

Not to mention, the Jinyi Guard Commander Envoy Shen Wanbao, with those eyes hidden under the Brocade Spring Saber, has longed to eliminate the hanging threat of Dongchang above him.

Possibly, at midnight tonight, Shen Wanbao will lead the Jinyi Guard cavalry to break through Dongchang’s vermillion gates.

The Brocade Spring Saber will mercilessly pierce through the original owner’s throat, displaying his head high above the noon gate as a warning.

Moreover, there’s the dangerous figures lurking in the capital within the Jianghu.

The bounty "to execute the world’s number one treacherous eunuch, Director of Dongchang" has long spread like wildfire among the three teachings and nine streams.

Among righteous sects, especially the leader of the Qingfeng Sect, he has long hoped to use the original owner’s head to awe the entire greenwoods.

The Manor Master of Broken Sword Manor, Xv Jinghong, is also eyeing this glory that could establish fame.

Even the assassination organization "Black and White Impermanence Reclaim Souls", lurking in the dark, has listed assassinating him as the top priority.

Rumor has it that the bounty piled up can fill half of the imperial city.

If they succeed, it could disband the entire assassin guild on the spot.

After splitting the bounty among the hundreds of assassins in the organization, they could wash their hands in a golden basin.

Each can buy vast estates and shops, from then on hiding their identities, indulging in earthly riches, never having to set foot in bloody gales again.

After all, those who make a living on the blade edge, who wouldn’t want to hold a mountain of gold and silver, drunkenly lying in tender arms, witnessing the ten-mile view of Qinhuai’s beauty?

"Greetings to foster father!"

The rapid footsteps sounded outside the main hall, and three figures entered one after another.

These three were the most capable among Lu Xuan’s thirteen foster sons, the eldest, the second, and the third!

Lu Xuan stood with hands behind his back in the hall, the black python robe reflecting a cold and majestic luster under the sunlight.

He never turned his head, only leaving the three a tall and upright back like a pine.

"Speak!"

The leader, the eldest, knelt on one knee, his voice hard to hide his admiration: "Foster father’s foresight is indeed planning ahead."

"Fortunately, you planted secret pieces early within the Jinyi Guard, which is how today’s important news was obtained."

"Lin Qinghan is now hiding in the large manor in the west city of Jinfu City, she is personally protected by the Black Tortoise Governor Yuan Qian."

"This person is highly skilled in martial arts, impervious to swords and spears, with skin of bronze and bones of iron, adept in the horizontal refining technique, currently he is acting as a personal bodyguard, staying by Lin Qinghan’s side."

Cao Haosheng and Cao Jin, hearing these words, their tightly strung nerves suddenly relaxed.

Under the icy gaze of Lu Xuan, the two momentarily forgot their decorum, their knees gave way, and with a "thud" they collapsed onto the floor.

At this moment, their hearts surged with irrepressible joy: Heaven opened its eyes! Their little lives were finally spared!

They thought failure of the task would at least cost them half their skin, if not life.

Who would have imagined a turn of events, finding a glimmer of hope in this near-certain death situation!