novelzi Chapter 38 - The Woman in the Scroll – Princess Yushu!
Chapter 38 - The Woman in the Scroll – Princess Yushu!
Chapter 38:
“She’s been gone too long. I suppose the mission has failed.” Searᴄh the Nôvelƒire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
“Yinghua did warn us—our opponent is formidable.” The middle-aged man spoke with a grim undertone, his voice low and cautious. “Then terminate the operation,” came a response at last.
“That old fox Yinghua has his eyes wide open.”
“If he’s come down personally, he’s likely targeting someone from the Yin-Yang faction.”
“Whatever happens, do not let his attention shift in my direction.”
“The Nine Fiendish Dragon Formation? If we lose it, it merely makes matters more troublesome. Nothing more.”
After a long silence, the voice returned once more—languid and beguiling, soaked with charm so potent it seemed to coil around the very bones of the listener. “Yes, Mistress,” the man murmured. With his head bowed low, he exited quietly. Only after he had left the hidden palace chamber did he exhale, the tension leaving his body in a rush.
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Yang Yi, of course, remained oblivious to the conversations unfolding within the inner palace. At that very moment, he had completed yet another bloodbath—this time in the fifth corridor. The bodies had been dealt with, and the great pit had already been dug. Now, he was moving from one corpse to the next, looting with practiced hands.
The familiar tone of the system’s notifications chimed incessantly as resources piled steadily into the system space. Lifespan and cultivation time were increasing with each body touched, though nothing beyond the ordinary seemed to surface. Yang Yi reflected quietly.
A soft sigh slipped from his lips as he pushed on. Then something caught his eye. “Hmm?” In the arms of a young man’s corpse, he discovered a folded piece of cloth. His eyes lit up at once.
It was a strip of silk. Though he couldn’t yet determine what it held, it was rare to uncover anything of this kind among the workers. If it happened to be a treasure map or something equally valuable, that would be a tremendous find.
Unfolding the cloth slowly, he paused. It was not a map, but a painting of a woman, mid-dance, graced the silk in delicate brush strokes. She was exquisitely beautiful, her posture fluid and ethereal, her entire figure shrouded in an aura of quiet grace. She wore robes of pure snow-white, rather than the dark tones favoured by the Qin people.
Yang Yi stood frozen for a moment as the system’s voice echoed. He blinked, barely believing it, before quickly storing the scroll and opening his system space to investigate. Sure enough, a new figure had appeared. Now she stood among others—Lu Zhi, Yu Ji, the mysterious Miss Ku, the adopted daughter, the child bride, the death guard… and now, this newcomer.
She was dressed in a flowing white gown, her presence ethereal—like a spirit descended from the heavens. Her face was exquisite, untouched by impurity, radiating a purity that seemed immune to profane thoughts. “System, you said she’s a special figure?”
“Who is she?” Yang Yi asked curiously.
The answer came clear and swift. “What? Princess Yushu?” Yang Yi was baffled. “System, are you sure?”
The system’s tone was firm, leaving no room for doubt. “Is this even a proper version of the Qin Dynasty anymore?”
“I mean… wasn’t Princess Yushu just a made-up character from that television drama and film ?”
“And is there even a historical country called Antu?”
He was genuinely puzzled.
The system’s voice had taken on a scholarly tone, as though delivering a stern history lesson. “Alright, alright. I hear you,” Yang Yi muttered with a half-smile. “I’m not arguing. I’m just… shocked.”
The system had always been unusually adaptive—almost human in its responses. Then again, perhaps that was part of its charm. After all, had it not granted him the corpse-looting function in a moment of desperation?
He made a mental note of the pattern. From now on, even if he stumbled upon someone from a Qin-themed animation or legend, he would no longer be surprised. Just as the system said—what one sees with their own eyes holds more weight than the gaps of historical records. He wondered idly but chose not to dwell on it.
“Ah… such a fitting motto for a tomb raider.”
“That line ought to be my life’s philosophy.”
Chuckling, Yang Yi turned his gaze once again toward the inner palace. The anticipation in his chest stirred.
The system’s cheerful prompt broke into his thoughts, and a smile curled on his lips. With his mind clear and his mood restored, Yang Yi threw himself once more into his familiar routine—looting bodies with ruthless efficiency.