Otherworldly Evil Monarch

Princess Ling Meng had always been a cheerful beauty. However, she couldn’t help but feel miserable at this moment. She couldn’t help but reach out to those four throwing knives. It seemed as if the knifes belonging to that mysterious man were the only things that could console her. She felt as if these cold blades harbored the warmth of that man’s body…

The two black-robed men had left a while ago. In fact, Mr. Wen and the Emperor had left long before the rest of the crowd. Naturally, the Princess had no right to intervene in their whereabouts.

The Princess’s maid knew that she hadn’t left the palace in a very long time. However, the Princess had finally gotten a chance to step outside the palace. Hence, the maid stood beside her and patiently watched the crowd disperse. The hall started to empty gradually; in fact, it became unusually empty. Soon, the mesmerizing fragrance of the flowers started to replace the intoxicating smell of the wine. The hall started to seem elegant once again as the scent of the other people also started to whiff away from it.

The Illumination of the hall seemed to be unlocking one’s secrets.

Music was still playing. Its suave tune seemed to be recounting the sorrows of the previous generations; millenniums of desolation…

Princess Ling Meng sat quietly as she calmly listened to it. The music seemed to have made her figure even more fragile and desolate…

The Young Master Jun had already arranged for some people to escort Yang Mo back to his mansion. The young boy had gone through a lot today, and had suffered some very heavy blows. He had come here in high spirits in the hope of enjoying himself. However, he had returned with a plethora of mental scars. For a boy of ten — this was undoubtedly a very cruel thing.

However, the Young Master Jun hadn’t tried to coax him; let along figure out ways to make him happy again.

A sword needs to be sharpened. Plum blossoms need the winter to flourish. No one can reach the top unless they “steel” themselves.

A child’s growth is always relied on his own effort. This humiliation had sown a seed in his naïve and delicate mind. He had obviously suffered a great deal today. However, this humiliation would inevitably lead to his real growth. Enduring this matter would be his greatest wealth in the time to come… no matter what the future held for him.

It would take many such experiences before the boy would turn into a real man.

It’s only a thought… the world hasn’t fallen from the grace of feelings. However, only those who don’t willfully abandon are worthy of playing the game of life. People are never really ambitious. One rises above the others when he is unable to bear the suppression. A person only tries to climb when he feels a sense of loss upon being trampled.

Everything has a reason; and every reason can produce its own fruit.

One can’t always rely on others for support in order to bear their pains.

Moreover, the hitman Jun was unlikely to intervene in the ways of the Gods.

[Admiration is one thing; assistance is another. I won’t help you if you cannot endure your own pains. If you die, then you die. I won’t pity you on your death if you can’t stand up on our own. Even a good man is no exception!]

[After all, many good men die around the world every day.]

The Young Master Jun thought to himself, [I won’t help him; I’m not a savior. Even if could save him… he will find no help from me.]

Tang Yuan was in high spirits as he came upstairs. His fat face reddened with excitement. He shouted, “Huge profits. Insanely huge profits… wow… haha… I expected to make some money. But I never expected to make so much! I’m so happy!” Tang Yuan suddenly jumped up as he roared at Jun Mo Xie, “Ninety million; a full ninety million! Ha ha ha…”

It looked as if Fatty was in a state of hysteria. The Young Master Jun had always considered this trait of Fatty’s to be immoral.

[Money… is the original sin!]

Song Shang’s face was somewhat gloomy; in fact, there was no trace of happiness on it. Song Shang’s thoughts were poles apart from Fatty’s; [It’s near impossible to find such divine wine! Selling it off to these so-called “Aristocrats” is a complete waste. How can one measure the value of such heavenly wine with mere money? Quantifying its value with money is nothing short of blasphemy!]

However, he wouldn’t disobey since the Young Master had ordered this.