The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven - Chapter 9

Chapter 9: A Temperament Even More Violent Than Thunder

“Wangye is in the back garden, everyone please come this way.” The over sixty Steward Zhou had an expression of helplessness as he greeted these girls and brought them in. Yao Mo Wan walked in last and heard Steward Zhuo’s heavy sigh.
 
The Esteemed Prince’s residence was constructed ingenuitively. There were pavilions and kiosks, ponds and island pavilions. Scattered between the willow trees and pines were stones in rock gardens, flowers, shrubs and bonsai, wisteria and bamboo for adornment.

Yao Mo Wan followed behind the prostitute girls who were rushing like ducks pass side rooms and winding corridors to head towards the back garden. This was not her first time in the Esteemed Prince’s residence. Back then, in the five dragons struggle, she, so that Ye Hong Yi could smoothly ascend the throne, treaded through the entrance of the Esteemed Prince’s residence countless times. How stupid she was at that time! She boasted that she had a pair of bright eyes that could see things clearly, yet she couldn’t see through Ye Hong Yi’s beast-like cruel heart.

“It smells so nice! Look, it’s the Esteemed Prince—” The girls were wild with joy, snapping of Yao Mo Wan’s trail of thought. Standing at the end of the corridor, Yao Mo Wan only felt a strange fragrance assailing her nose. Entering her eyes were hundreds of colorful flowers, wondrous plants and trees. In the center of the garden a wide pavilion with four corners rose steeply from the ground, white marble pillars supported the main body of the pavilion. The path here along the light muslin corridor to the pavilion was paved with white jade, engraved on top with pure gold were vivid orchids that looked almost as if they were alive. Please do not copy or host elsewhere.

Inside the pavilion, in front of the stone table, that tall figure sat alone writing. With white clothes superior to snow, ink black hair lightly fluttering, long brows that inclined towards the temples, beautiful eyes with the luster of stars, a straight elegant bridge of the nose, yet those lips seemed extremely pale. Ye Jun Qing is truly worthy of being called the most beautiful man in great Chu, that sort of handsomeness goes without saying. His body also exerts an atmosphere, as if he was a deity that walked out of an ancient painting, accidentally crossing into Jambudvīpa, this bloody mortal world.

Jambudvīpa is one of the four continents, which is situated to the south of Mount Meru.and is the world in which humans live. According to this Chinese Buddhist Wikipedia. http://www.chinabuddhismencyclopedia.com/en/index.php/Jambudvipa

“Mu Dan Xie greets the Esteemed Prince on behalf of her sisters.” A tender and soft voice sweetly sounded, the girls once after another stopped in front of the pavilion and each coyly exposed their best figure as they bowed in courtesy.

“You all listen well, other than this pavilion, you can play anywhere you want. Disperse! I’m warning you guys, if you dare approach the pavilion, look out for your heads!” A simple and straightforward voice suddenly sounded. At this moment, Yao Mo Wan finally noticed the man next to Ye Jung Qing. She recognized him, it was Ben Lei, Ye Jun Qing’s most trusted vanguard.
 
“Esteemed Prince……” One of the girls unwillingly whined. A cold light suddenly flashed then in the next second that bright dagger was sunk deep into the ground next to the girl’s foot.

“Ah—” When that girl cried out in fear, the others all scattered like birds. Please do not copy or host elsewhere.

Yao Mo Wan stared blankly, standing in place. Her lips twitched. Sure enough the man fits his name, this temperament is even more violent than thunder.

“You, come here.” A clear and melodious voice like the sound of rain striking on delicate porcelain. Just as Yao Mo Wan turned away, she had heard this light call. When she turned back, Ye Jun Qing was currently lifting his eyes to look at her, the gaze of his black jade eyes roamed magnificently. This type of heavenly immortal man, she had in the end, let down.

Walking into the pavilion, Yao Mo Wan immediately felt a bunch of very unfriendly gazes shot towards herself. She gave a slight smile and bowed in greeting. Please do not copy or host elsewhere.

“May I ask why wangye has called for Jing Xin?” Yao Mo Wan was modest but not too humble as she spoke mildly.

“Grind the ink.” Ye Jun Qing dipped the brush in the ink stone then finely traced it across the picture scroll on the table, not lifting his head to look at her again. Yao Mo Wan nodded and rose, walked to the stone table, drew back her sleeve with one hand and picked up the ink stick with her other hand and started to grind it against the flat ink slab, delicately grinding towards one direction.
 
At this moment, Yao Mo Wan slightly raised her brows. Just then when she looked at the streaks of black between the clear water, it seemed just like her portrait. On the picture scroll, her face had a charming smile and her eyes were captivating, she had on a misty green jade garment paired with a pleated skirt. She remembered very clearly, this outfit was what she wore that night when he had saved her. Her heart, felt like it was stuffed with cotton. There was an indescribable clutching pain. It had already been so many years, yet he was still so clung to it so strongly.
 
“Wangye! What are you still drawing her for! If not for her you wouldn’t have been reduced to this point!” Ben Lei shot a glare at the picture and spoke bitterly. At almost the same time, Ye Jun Qing suddenly lifted his eyes, they were sharp and vast like the penetrating eye of an eagle. Ben Lei immediately choked up. Please do not copy or host elsewhere.
 
“Wangye, excuse this subordinate for saying something that should not be said. The empress is already dead, why must you still endure this situation! The emperor is clearly trying to ruin your reputation then get rid of you! As long as you give the word, a regime change isn’t impossible.” Although Ben Lei’s temperament was violent, but he was also attentive, otherwise he wouldn’t be so heavily relied on by Ye Jun Qing.

“She spent her entire life for him…… ben wang doesn’t wish for her to be disappointed……” A barely dutiable voice pensively sounded, yet it was like a drum that struck Yao Mo Wan’s heart.