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I refuse to let anyone steal my things and will never allow anyone to tarnish the House of Jing-An again.

I will not let the Royal House of Dong Lin and Gui Changqing, that damn old geezer, to bind my hands and feet.

I will not let my ambition be succumbed under Yaotian's tenderness or the throne.

No one is allowed to treat me like that.

Chu Beijie was now at the foot of the Songsen Mountains on his horse, after trailing behind the messenger. He looked up to see the majestic mountains seeming more mysteriously beautiful covered in white snow than usual.

Yangfeng was in these mountains.

Pingting should also be in these mountains.

Perhaps she was playing qin, or maybe reading, or softly singing about heroes and beautiful woman. As Chu Beijie gazed at the solemn mountains, he couldn't stop his heart from fluttering everywhere.

He was very eager to see Pingting indeed.

He longed to see her. The longing in his dreams was not enough to describe the howling longing he felt overall. It was insufficient to restrain his anxiety.

The messenger had been strictly ordered by Ruohan and was very careful to hurry on his way. He kept on looking back constantly to see if he was being tailed, but no matter how capable he was, there was no way he could detect such an expert at tailing like Chu Beijie.

Chu Beijie watched him from faraway until reaching the mountain where Ze Yin's secluded residence was located. He rode his horse up the mountain and finally saw dozens of wooden cabins hidden in the forest.

Chu Beijie began to dash forwards, but had yet to reach the cabins when several burly men suddenly jumped out from the side of the road. They shouted, "Stop! Do you know what this place is and still dare to loiter around?" Their swords were in their hands, cold light flashing. All of them were fairly skilled.

These threats were a trifling matter to Chu Beijie and he didn't care at all. Chu Beijie didn't defend or flee, he just sat on his hores as he looked around. He lowered his voice, "Tell Ze Yin that Chu Beijie has arrived."

"Chu Beijie?"

"Dong Lin's Chu Beijie?"

"The Duke of Zhen-Bei?"

"That's me." A determined smile escaped from Chu Beijie's lips. "I am here to pick up my Duchess—Bai Pingting."

The man with a heart as cold as ice who had led the Dong Lin army to battle in all directions, killing everyone, was now before their eyes?

Some people's hands shook so much that their swords almost fell to the ground.

"What are you being dazed for? Hurry and pass on the message." Chu Beijie got off the horse and sneezed once before stepping forwards.

Everyone was shocked by this and took several steps back, looking alert. This famous general had almost ruined their Main General, Ze Yin, in the battle of Kanbu, almost leading to the destruction of the entire Bei Mo.

A coward sobbed once before turning to report. The remaining people stayed on the spot, terrified, surrounding Chu Beijie with their spears. Everyone was staring at the preciious sword at his waist.

Rumours had that whenever the sword of the Duke of Zhen-Bei came out of its scabbard, rivers of blood were sure to flow.

Chu Beijie sat on his horse. He seemed to be like a general that had fallen from the skies, although he was fiercely glared at, his expression remained leisurely. A faint hint of joy was present on his face.

Pingting, I have already arrived.

What are you doing?

Are you playing with Yangfeng?

You said before that Yangfeng played very fine too. Perhaps you'll let Chu Beijie watch the match from the sidelines? Let me sit by your side, watch your slender fingers, pick up the black and white stones before lightly placing them onto the board. Such scene would certainly be pleasing and I will never tire of it.

The man who had ran to pass on the message quickly returned. His expression was very strange. He did not dare stand to close to Chu Beijie as he submissively replied, "Duke of Zhen-Bei, our Main General would like to see you."

Chu Beijie nodded, pleased. He followed the manservant who lead the way to the front gates. The gates were silent and without people. He did not see Yangfeng, nor did he see Ze Yin.

He was brave in nature and had never been afraid of the Dong Lin Royal Residence or palace guards or blood when young. Of course, he was not afraid of such a log cabin either.

When he got off the horse, he placed his hand on the hilt of his sword as he headed straight inside.

When he stepped into the room, he was stunned. His eyes were filled with a pure white when he entered. Apart from the white walls, in the huge guest room, there was absolutely nothing at all except a huge coffin placed in the middle.

The room Chu Beijie had stepped in was actually mourning room.

There was a man with a very solemn expression standing in the room. His eyebrows were thick and dark, and his eyes were breathtakingly piercing. "The Duke of Zhen-Bei?"

Chu Beijie calmly raised his eyes to meet his. "The Main General of Bei Mo?"

He suddenly heard a high pitched woman's voice. "Chu Beijie! Where is Chu Beijie?"

Chu Beijie knew Pingting's voice by heart. He guessed the female's voice was from the Main General's wife. He raised his voice, "I am here."

His words had yet to fall when the curtain to the side room was lifted. A petite figure rushed into the room. Yangfeng's face was very pale and then, as if crazy, went to stab at Chu Beijie's chest.

Although her arrival was sudden, there was no way she could hurt Chu Beijie. The sword had yet to reach his chest when Chu Beijie reached out and grabbed onto Yangfeng's hand.

Ze Yin hadn't expected that Yangfeng would rush out with a sword from the side room. It was too late by the time he realised and his expression darkened. "How dare you hurt my wife?" He jumped up to pounce.

Chu Beijie had stopped Yangfeng in one go and had, after remembering she was a good friend of Pingting, not dared to do anything at all. His fingertips pressed lightly on her slender wrist before gently pushing her. Yangfeng was no longer stable and began to fall backwards.

Ze Yin happened to be in the right place and caught her. He knew that Chu Beijie was powerful and feared that Yangfeng had been injured. He hurriedly asked, "Are you hurt?"

Yangfeng shook her head. Her hair was very messy and her eyes were very red. There was not a slight trace of her usual relaxed appearance. She suddenly swivelled round to glare at Chu Beijie before suddenly breaking into tears. She grabbed on Zuiju's sleeves, pleading, "Kill him for me! Hurry and kill him!"

From what Chu Beijie heard from Pingting, Yangfeng was always warm and polite. He had not expected that his first impression of her was a crazy woman. His heart began to feel doubtful as his gaze swept around the room, resting on the coffin. He was secretly alarmed and his heart was for once, frightened. He whispered, "Where is Pingting?"

Yangfeng seemed to not be able to hear his words. She just thumped Ze Yin's chest as she cried, "Husband, kill him for me! He was the one who killed Pingting! He killed Pingting!"

Chu Beijie felt as if lightning splintered through his head. He took two abrupt steps forward. He shouted, "What did you say? What did you just say?"

This shout was like the roar of the tiger, and it seemed to make Yangfeng come back to her senses. She stopped hitting Ze Yin who was trying to comfort her and absentmindedly turned to stare at Chu Beijie. It seemed that blood wanted to flood out from her red eyes as she spat out, "You killed Pingting. You hated her and sent her off to He Xia, so that she died a lonely death in the snow." Every word was squeezed through her clenched teeth. Her voice was ghastly cold, as if coming from the depths of a ghost town.

Chu Beijie took a step back and turned to look at the coffin in the room. He forced out a smile, "Impossible, that's impossible. You're lying to me because you feel bad for Pingting, so you're scheming against me." Even though he said this, it was babbling done through cold sweat. He felt as if he was falling onto ice.

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