Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight

Chapter 97: Vow

Yaoying walked through the corridor, feeling as if the black shadow in the tower was still standing there, staring at the temple steps. Recalling the scene of the leopard biting off the personal soldier's throat, her palms went cold.

The Regent Sultan Gu, indeed, lived up to his name.

Yuanjue led Yaoying into the hall.

In the hall, the hanging scroll curtains hung low, the incense dense. All the jewels, jade, and rare furnishings were removed, and light shone in from behind the corridor pillars. Monks dressed in vestments sat cross-legged, softly chanting scriptures in both Sanskrit and Hu. Joss sticks and candles were burning in the four corners of the hall, and fresh fruits and flowers were set aside as offerings on the table. A strong and rich sandalwood fragrance floated in the air.

The monks' chanting sounded solemn and cold. Yaoying did not look up to examine further and walked into the inner hall.

The couch was also encircled by layers of gold-patterned canopy. It was almost dusk, and the last afterglow fell into the hall from the window at an angle, covering the gold-tiled floor with patches of light. With light and shadow mixing, the jewels gleamed.

A weak voice came from behind the curtains: "A minister of the Royal Court was rude, making Princess Wenzhao frightened."

Clear and cold, as if without a trace of emotion, but those who listened felt their hearts shake.

Yaoying was startled.

Tumoroga was dying but specially invited her over to say these words to her.

She didn't know what to say for a moment.

Behind the muslin curtains, Tumoroga asked Yuanjue in a low voice, "Where is Princess Chima?"

Yuanjue asked Yaoying to step aside and replied, "Princess Chima will be here soon."

Just as the words left his mouth, there was a sound from the side door, and two servant girls with faces as white as snow surrounded Princess Chima and entered the hall.

Princess Chima, with red hair and brown eyes, deep features, and exquisitely dressed, walked up to the curtain. Her eyes swept over Yaoying, carelessly at first. Suddenly reacting, her cold gaze returned to her with emotion.

Yaoying had already heard a monk tell the old tale of the Tumo royal family's tragic death under the Zhang clan's sword. Not surprised by Princess Chima's knife-like gaze, her heart wondered: what was Tumoroga trying to do here?

Princess Chima was even more shocked than Yaoying and said angrily, "Roga, what did you call this Han girl for!"

From behind the veil came Tumoroga's voice, still as cold and clear as water, without a hint of fluctuation: "Chima, did you have Xueyana come to the royal palace?"

Princess Chima froze for a moment then smiled coldly: "How did you know it was me?"

Tumoroga did not say anything.

Princess Chima ripped off her veil and raised her head, her brown eyes filled with tears. She looked furious: "Yes, I deliberately let Xueyana into the palace, and I even asked the maid to tell him that the Han princess was living in the side chamber. Roga, why do you want to protect a Han girl? Have you forgotten the Tumo family's enmity? More than two hundred lives of the Tumo family... more than two hundred living, breathing people! Those people were our elders, brothers, sisters... were our relatives! The Zhang clan killed them one by one in front of you and me. I dream of those dead people every night. I hate the Zhang clan! Hate all Han Chinese!"