Chapter Thirty-Eight: Assassination

Although White Emperor usually treated Danjun harshly, he was just being tough love. There was no way he would allow her to continue like this unchecked.

Danjun was not like Zisang, with extraordinary talents; in comparison, she could be said to have no talent at all. If it weren't for White Emperor's constant guidance and criticism, Danjun wouldn't have achieved her current status.

Accompanied by Danjun, White Emperor made his way to Chenglu Palace. Before they could enter, a celestial official came to report.

"White Emperor's timing is unfortunate; the Heavenly Emperor is not in Chenglu Palace at the moment."

"Not there?" White Emperor muttered under his breath, "Could it be he knew I was coming and deliberately avoided me?"

Seeing White Emperor's silence, Danjun became anxious and hurriedly asked, "Do you know where the Heavenly Emperor went, young celestial official?"

"He might have gone south."

White Emperor's eyes lit up, as if he understood something.

"Does he often go there?"

"Just as White Emperor said, but that area is forbidden, and the Heavenly Emperor doesn't allow young celestials to follow him in. According to the old celestial ladies, it seems to be the residence of the Heavenly Emperor's deceased son."

White Emperor gazed southward.

Indeed! That place was originally the Floating Splendor Palace where Moxuan resided, the most luxurious palace in the entire Heavenly Palace. Later, because of Moxuan's "disappearance," the Heavenly Emperor ordered it to be forbidden, and no one was allowed to enter...

But such restrictions were only effective for them. For White Emperor, it was just lip service.

With Danjun in tow, White Emperor swaggered confidently towards the south, causing the celestial officials and celestial ladies along the way to sigh in sympathy.

Passing through numerous splendid courtyards, they could see a riot of flowers ahead, vying for beauty and charm. Amidst the myriad of flowers stood the imposing red walls, exuding both intimidation and softness, much like a father's love for his child—tall, majestic, and tender...

Before they could fully open the door, a dark shadow flashed by in mid-air, startling White Emperor and Danjun. "Not good," White Emperor thought to himself.

He then instructed Danjun, "Stay here and don't move. I'll handle this."

He pushed the door open and entered...

The Heavenly Emperor sat on a white jade bed, surveying his surroundings. Fragmented memories replayed in his mind, one by one.

Back then, Moxuan was still so small, he had a special fondness for laughter. Whenever he did something wrong, he would just laugh foolishly and act spoiled. Junfeng didn't care much for him, but he enjoyed teasing Junfeng. At that time, he always thought that when the child grew up, he would surely be even more worrisome. But now, he couldn't even see him anymore...

Sigh~, yes, it was time to face the facts. Moxuan was gone and would never return...

"Xuan'er, the Heavenly Emperor has come to see you for the last time today. You can leave without worry!"

The Heavenly Emperor stood up and had barely taken a few steps when a sudden gust of black wind shattered the window. The Heavenly Emperor swiftly dodged in mid-air, landing heavily on the ground without lingering.

A cold gleam flashed, aiming straight for the Heavenly Emperor. Despite his speed, the attacker seemed slightly inferior in front of the Heavenly Emperor, and before he could react, his wrist was caught in the Heavenly Emperor's grip.

"Who are you? How dare you attempt to assassinate..."

Inadvertently locking eyes with those dark, familiar orbs, a strange sensation surged in the Heavenly Emperor's heart, stirring up indescribable feelings.

Suddenly, an ice blade flew past; although Wuchen dodged sideways, it still left a bloody mark on his face, followed by a sudden kick to his abdomen.

"Who are you, daring to assassinate the Heavenly Emperor? Identify yourself!"

Wuchen glanced at White Emperor, who had just arrived, knowing full well he had no chance of winning now. He turned and fled through the window.