Demon Lord Gets Married

Chapter 104 - I Think It's Nice to Have Huo Tian

The bonfire festivities lingered until midnight. Before the Emperor departed, he instructed Imperial Consort Yun to visit Cao Zhiming and escorted his new concubine to rest.

Imperial Consort Yun watched the departing figures, her expression twisted with resentment.

Yun Heran appeared behind her, offering consolation, “Why be upset over such a trivial matter? You know the Emperor's affections are fleeting. Despite his fondness for concubines, his commitment wavers, especially towards Xu's child. How long will his favor last?”

Imperial Consort Yun was well aware, evident from her public airing of the issue. Yet, she also recognized the Emperor's genuine favor toward the concubine, beyond mere pretense.

“Brother, come sit here,” she gestured, leading Yun Heran to her chambers.

Inside, they huddled together, conversing in hushed tones.

“About… that,” Imperial Consort Yun hesitated, “Have you taken care of it?”

Yun Heran nodded, “I've made arrangements and await his return to the palace… What about you? Have you resolved your doubts?”

Imperial Consort Yun appeared distressed, hastily denying, “Absolutely not!”

Disregarding her brother's smirk, she composed herself, “How confident are you?”

“Can one ever be certain? We leave it to fate. But you've paved a way for me; that's enough assurance.”

“A way out?” Imperial Consort Yun was skeptical. Was there a safe exit in regicide, a crime punishable by ancestral extermination?

Yun Heran chuckled, “No need to worry. Even if exposed, I'll pin it on the Second Prince's mother and child. The Emperor won't uncover the truth swiftly.”

“No need for that. They might not even survive until then,” Imperial Consort Yun smirked, hinting at her actions.

“What have you done?”

“You'll see soon enough,” she teased. She preferred secrecy until her plans unfolded.

Yun Heran admired his sister's cunning. Her relinquishment of the throne, retaining harem influence, demonstrated her prowess in palace politics.

“Should've acted sooner. If the Emperor listened to me and neutralized Second Brother at the border, he'd reign unchallenged. But now…”

Imperial Consort Yun scoffed, “Too simplistic, Big Brother. If the Emperor had only two princes, he wouldn't spare the Third. He's the rightful heir!”

“Moreover, the Emperor is vigorous. Who's to say a prince won't be born?”

“It's yet to happen,” Yun Heran hinted.

Despite years passing without princely births, princesses arrived in succession. Suspicions of a harem conspiracy lingered, though evidence eluded investigators.

“Bold of you to mention. This secret must remain guarded,” Imperial Consort Yun warned, stressing caution.

“Fear not. I know my limits,” Yun Heran assured.

Still uneasy, Imperial Consort Yun recognized her brother's limitations.

Before she could caution him further, a palace maid's voice interrupted, “First Prince, visiting the Empress at this hour?”

“Has the Queen retired?”

“No, she's conferring with the Imperial Uncle.”

Sharing a glance, the Yun siblings beckoned the maid inside.

The First Prince entered, jesting, “Uncle, lingering so late? If Father learns, he'll suspect treachery.”

“Our family's been discussing; where are all these conspiracy theories coming from?” Imperial Consort Yun chuckled, rising and taking her son's hand as they seated themselves.

“Have you visited Ze Ming?” she inquired.

“Yes.”

“How are your injuries?”

“Just superficial wounds, nothing serious,” the First Prince replied nonchalantly.

“The Cao family is becoming increasingly troublesome. I was displeased when the emperor chose such a family for Yi'er. Despite a few elders in their pavilion, their highest-ranking member can only hold a ministerial position, and their younger generation is rather inept,” Imperial Consort Yun expressed disdainfully.

Yun Heran advised, “Though the Cao family carries weight, it aids the First Prince's reputation. As for the future… The Yue Clan isn't the sole option. When the First Prince ascends, who will be his successor? Why dwell on such trivialities?”

The First Prince avoided discussing the matter, grateful for the Cao family's support over the years, which bolstered his standing among scholars.

“If there's nothing else, Royal Mother, I'll take my leave,” the First Prince announced, having dropped by to pay his respects upon seeing lights still on.

Espying Yun Heran's presence, he lost interest in further conversation.

He harbored no fondness for this uncle, who was fond of schemes but lacked intelligence. Were it not for his Royal Mother, he wouldn't have attained the position of general.

“Rest early. Tomorrow, you accompany Royal Father for the hunt in the mountains,” Imperial Consort Yun directed.

“Yes.”

As the First Prince departed, Yun Heran furrowed his brow. “Is the child still upset with me?”

“Impossible. Yi'er's been irritable lately due to the emperor's attention to number two. Don't speculate,” Imperial Consort Yun reassured.

Yun Heran understood upon reflection, dismissing any concerns.

Exiting the Imperial Consort Yun's Bedroom Hall, Teng Yi traversed the corridor adorned with lanterns casting dancing shadows.

His thoughts were consumed by the resolute, handsome visage of someone. Unconsciously, he found himself in that person's courtyard.

“Your Highness…” an old eunuch interjected, bowing and imploring, “It's late. Why not retire?”

Teng Yi lingered outside the courtyard, pondering. Soon, a guard approached, inquiring about his intentions.

Yet, he could only shake his head, finding no reason to visit that person at this hour.

Indeed, he lacked cause to meet them even during daylight hours.

“Seventh Young Master, hasten. The Marshal awaits!” a voice urged.

Teng Yi turned to see figures approaching. As they drew nearer, their identities became apparent under the illumination.

Teng Yi's heart raced when he caught sight of a familiar face, momentarily mistaking them for the person he missed.

“Why the rush? Aren't we walking?” he retorted.

Teng Yi observed them closely as they approached, myriad thoughts swirling in his mind.

“Hey, why is the First Prince lingering here?” a playful voice pierced Teng Yi's thoughts, grounding him in reality.

Yin Xu's gaze met Teng Yi's, assessing his expression and jesting, “Is the First Prince seeking Fifth Brother? Why not? These servants are quite something. How can I let my esteemed guest stand in the chill?”

Teng Yi forced a gentle smile, “It's fine. I walked over on my own and was merely passing through. I won't intrude any longer.”

Glancing over his shoulder, Yin Xu pondered: A stroll in the middle of the night, quite the mood indeed.

“Then let nothing hinder the First Prince's reward to Ye Jing.” Urged by Huang Hongda, Yin Xu entered the courtyard, sensing someone trailing closely behind, sending shivers down his spine.

Assuming Yue Yang's attention was due to his championship victory, Yin Xu paid little heed.

Teng Yi waited until Yin Xu vanished from sight before retracing his steps. In a secluded spot devoid of guards, he signaled to the men behind him.

“Your Highness?”

“Go and ascertain if Huo Tian has been in the company of Ol' Three this whole time. Inquire if he's the sole combatant.”

“Understood.”

Stepping into Huo Zhengquan's chamber, Yin Xu's presence put him on high alert.

In Huo Zhengquan's estimation, Yin Xu was the foremost threat, possessing the greatest martial prowess he'd encountered.

“Seeking me out?” Yin Xu strolled casually to a chair and seated himself.

Huo Zhengquan had exchanged his attire for regular clothing, occupied with polishing his blade.

“What's your opinion on my knife?” Huo Zhengquan inquired without lifting his gaze.

Pouring himself tea, Yin Xu, having indulged in pastries at Teng Yu's, quenched his thirst. Only then did he respond, “It's adequate.”

“But not exceptional?”

Yin Xu smirked, considering his response a courtesy; such a mediocre blade hardly merited acclaim.

“Why not test your dagger against it? Let's see if your blade outmatches this Commander's.”

Yin Xu's heart quickened; he recognized the reference to the dagger he'd acquired at Sky Piercing Pavilion, capable of slicing through metal like butter.

It came as no surprise that Huo Zhengquan was aware; he possessed knowledge of every capital occurrence.

Extracting a dagger from his boot, Yin Xu tossed it to Huo Zhengquan, “Give it a try. If your knife proves superior, remember your promise of a thousand silver.”

The black dagger sliced through the air with a faint whistle, indicating its controlled release.

Huo Zhengquan caught the dagger effortlessly with his right hand engulfed in flames, the blade gleaming under the fiery aura.

Unaware of this aspect of the dagger, Yin Xu watched with intrigue.

With a sudden motion, Huo Zhengquan gripped the dagger's tip, extinguishing the flames in an instant.

A droplet fell to the ground. Yin Xu smirked inwardly; his dagger wasn't so easily subdued.

Ignoring the wound on his palm, Huo Zhengquan grasped both weapons. Clang!

Yin Xu's gaze fell on the blade, now bearing a newly formed hole, evidence of the earlier clash.

Shaking his head, Yin Xu sighed, “What a shame,” whether for the damaged dagger or the blade remained uncertain.

Huo Zhengquan discarded the weapons and tended to his wound, “Not bad. Acquiring such an item for a thousand gold is already remarkable. Sky Piercing Pavilion seems quite generous.”

Yin Xu extended his hand, indicating payment.

Receiving the thousand silver notes, Yin Xu felt a surge of satisfaction. The now-damaged blade, likely Huo Zhengquan's personal weapon, had been diminished to half its former glory, a testament to Yin Xu's prowess.

“Since the target's been sighted and the dagger ruined, may I take my leave?”

Huo Zhengquan lifted her gaze, piercing as a blade; anyone else might have quailed under the intensity.

After a prolonged stare, he remarked, “You're not bad.”

Yin Xu shrugged, candidly responding, “No need to emphasize it.” He knew his worth.

“To have honed your skills and imparted such abilities, your master must be extraordinary. If opportunity allows, you should bring him back. He's a benefactor to the Huo Family.”

Yin Xu smiled, declining to reply. Huo Zhengquan's intent was clear: he sought to recruit this supposed external expert.

“No need. He's an old recluse. Who knows where he roams? He might have perished long ago.” There was no guilt in condemning a nonexistent person.

Huo Zhengquan nodded, dropping the matter, and changed the subject, “In fifteen years, I plan to unveil the Ancestral Hall and inscribe your name in the family tree.”

Yin Xu was taken aback; aware the original owner lacked a place in the Huo Family tree, he didn't care for Huo lineage. But to inherit the Huo Family, he had to be included in this genealogy.

He and Teng Yu had previously discussed how to secure a foothold.

“There's no need to alter my name. Huo Tian suffices.” Yin Xu reasoned; with two names already, adding another seemed excessive.

Fortunately, Huo Zhengquan didn't assert dominance over such a trivial matter, nodding in agreement.