My Nascent Soul Ran Away Again-Chapter 136 - : The Empress is Putting Up a Facade

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Chapter 136: The Empress is Putting Up a Facade

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Shattered Cloud City.

Capital of the Demon Immortal Nation.

As a nation predominantly inhabited by plant spirits, Shattered Cloud City boasted an impressively high level of greenery.

By the time Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu finished grooming and left the imperial palace, it was just past the hour of Chen.

This time of day marked the transition from breakfast to early tea, a somewhat idle period.

To pass the time, Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu visited a shop selling herbal tea.

The shop, a century-old establishment, was managed by a diligent proprietress passionate about developing new beverages.

Before Lu Xuan were two cups of pear juice, freshly squeezed from large, snow-white pears, brimming with a fragrant aroma.

Having spent the previous day indulging in sweets with Ye Banzhuang, Lu Xuan initially hesitated at the sight of these large, white pears.

However, the proprietress assured them that their morning pear juice was unsweetened.

Tentatively tasting it, Lu Xuan couldnโ€™t help but hiss in surprise.

True to the proprietressโ€™s word, the juice was refreshing, rich in fruit flavor, yet only faintly sweet.

Inside the teahouse.

Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu chose a seat by the window to enjoy their morning tea.

After finishing their pear juice, they came here. It was still early, and the storyteller had not yet arrived, leaving the hall sparsely populated.

Cheng Lingzhu picked up a shrimp dumpling and fed it to Lu Xuan.

As he bit into it, his gaze shifted subtly towards the entrance.

Noticing the change in his expression, Cheng Lingzhu turned to see three new arrivals in the teahouse.

An old man accompanied by two younger individuals.

The elderly man appeared to be in his seventies, with an unremarkable face.

He was flanked by a young man and woman, in their twenties and late teens, respectively, both handsome and beautiful with a distinguished air.

Of course, in the realm of cultivation, oneโ€™s age cannot be judged by appearance alone.

โ€œA peak of the Body Integration Stageโ€ฆ Is that a tortoise spirit?โ€ Lu Xuan communicated through a mental message.

He was referring to the elderly man.

Despite the old man concealing his true nature, Lu Xuanโ€™s keen perception saw through him.

This elderly figure was not human, but a powerful demon.

โ€œWhat would a demon of such caliber be doing in Shattered Cloud City?โ€ Cheng Lingzhu pondered.

She knew that most cultivators in the Demon Immortal Nation were plant spirits, transformed from flora.

Animal spirits, especially those who had reached such high levels of cultivation, were rare.

Shattered Cloud City, being the capital of the Demon Immortal Nation, should be cautious of such a powerful cultivator entering unannounced, raising suspicions about his intentions.

The trio ordered morning tea and seated themselves at the other end of the hall.

The old manโ€™s behavior towards the young man and woman was respectful, more like that of a servant than an elder.

As their breakfast arrived, the young man eagerly bit into a red bean bun, his face immediately showing satisfaction:

โ€œTruly worthy of the Demon Immortal Nationโ€™s capital, under the feet of the Shattered Cloud Empress, even this red bean bun tastes divine.โ€

Lu Xuan, eavesdropping, blinked in surprise, glancing at the red bean bun on his own table.

Cheng Lingzhu picked one up and fed it to him.

โ€œItโ€™s just average,โ€ Lu Xuan mused.

If he were to score it, heโ€™d give this bun twenty out of ten. Fourteen of those points were for Cheng Lingzhu feeding it to him; in terms of flavor alone, it barely earned a six.

The young man then praised a shrimp dumpling after tasting it:

โ€œThis surpasses the delicacies served at the Eastern Sea banquet by threefold. One bite of this dumpling, and one would forget seafood for three years.โ€ freewebn ovel.c om

Cheng Lingzhu, also listening in, was perplexed.

Lu Xuan fed her a shrimp dumpling.

After tasting it, Cheng Lingzhu suspected that their morning tea was different from what was served at the other table.

The elder, sensing the awkwardness, coughed twice, โ€œYoung Master, we are in publicโ€ฆ be discreet.โ€

โ€œWhatโ€™s there to worry about, Elder Hai?โ€ the young man, Ao Sheng, queried.

โ€œI havenโ€™t insulted anyone or spread falsehoods. With my sincere heart, even the Shattered Cloud Empress would appreciate my honesty if she heard meโ€ฆโ€

โ€œShut it!โ€

The girl at his table, unable to tolerate more, picked a piece of dry pastry, cast a spell to enlarge it, and stuffed it into his mouth.

As Ao Sheng choked and searched for water, Cheng Lingzhu picked up on some clues.

โ€œAo Sheng? Elder Hai? A tortoise spirit?โ€

She pondered, โ€œCould he be the Crown Prince of the Eastern Sea?โ€

Cheng Lingzhu was well-versed in the young prodigies from various factions in the Archean Eon world.

After all, as the Saintess of the Dushi Sword Sect, she wouldnโ€™t bother with unknowns.

Lu Xuan was puzzled.

What was the Eastern Sea Crown Prince doing in the Demon Immortal Nation?

The Shattered Cloud Empress was Ye Banzhuangโ€™s imperial name. Lu Xuan took out a communication artifact to contact her.

โ€œHmm? Master?โ€

Ye Banzhuang had just concluded the morning court and was reviewing memorials. She used a clone technique, filling the room with mini versions of herself, each with a basket of jade slips.

Receiving Lu Xuanโ€™s message, all the Ye Banzhuangs stopped and turned to the one holding the communication artifact.

Lu Xuan asked, โ€œDo you know Ao Sheng from the Eastern Sea Dragon Tribe?โ€

After a moment of thought, Ye Banzhuang replied:

โ€œIโ€™ve heard of him, I guess I know him. What about him, Master?โ€ โ€œHeโ€™s here in Shattered Cloud City. I saw him in a teahouse.โ€

Ye Banzhuang hesitantly inquired, โ€œMasterโ€ฆ are you sure youโ€™re not mistaken?โ€

โ€œHeโ€™s with a girl, about sixteen or seventeen, and a tortoise spirit named Elder Haiโ€ฆโ€

Lu Xuan answered.

After a pause, Ye Banzhuang confirmed, โ€œThatโ€™s him.โ€

โ€œWhatโ€™s the issue with him?โ€

Lu Xuan inquired.

Ye Banzhuang carefully explained, โ€œYou know, Master, when I appear publicly, I donโ€™t use my current form.โ€

โ€œYes, I know.โ€

Lu Xuan nodded.

The cute young girl lacked a certain authority.

Ye Banzhuang, during important meetings and court sessions, used an avatar, one that exuded majesty.

In a way, controlling this avatar in court affairs, Ye Banzhuang was akin to a virtual host.

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