Can't a girl be a traitor like Cao Cao?

Chi Junlin looked helpless and could only order the troops to rest at the front.

Several guards found a flat spot, put down the luggage, and let Jiang Qianju sit down.

Chi Junlin stood on the edge of the cliff, gazing into the distance.

These mountains are layered upon layered with verdant peaks. The trees are lush and the forests are vast.

It truly is a secluded paradise suitable for spiritual cultivation.

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Meanwhile, atop the mountain peak, within the sect's temples and monasteries.

After his disciples cleared away the tea in the reception room, Tong Yan, who was sitting in the main seat, sighed.

Her brows were slightly furrowed, revealing a hint of melancholy.

She pondered the words the yamen runner had just spoken to her in the hall, feeling both helpless and somewhat ashamed and annoyed.

If I were young, and heard such rude words from the other party, I would probably have drawn my sword on the spot and made the other party bleed.

But now, my identity is different.

She is no longer the peerless swordswoman who once reigned supreme.

He was the sect leader of the Sword Harmony Sect.

Dozens of disciples within the sect rely on his protection to live here.

If they were to draw their swords one day to exact revenge, they would be met with an encirclement and annihilation by the imperial army.

Tong Yan's current identity prevents her from doing so.

Just like what her master, Yu Zhenghao, did when he closed the mountain gates and refused the help from the South.

Now, even with its youthful appearance, it can only open its gates wide to welcome the envoys of the Great Zheng Dynasty.

Even if the visitor was just a small county magistrate's office.

Just as I was thinking about these things, I saw a female disciple walk in from outside the door.

Tong Yan glanced at her and asked, "Have you left?"

The female disciple replied, "I'm leaving."

Tong Yan nodded, then couldn't help but sigh.

Seeing that the female disciple was still standing there, as if she had something to say, he asked, "Is there anything else?"

The female disciple then replied, "Reporting to the sect leader, we have guests at the temple."

Are you here to make a wish?

"It seems so," the female disciple said, then couldn't help but add, "Most of the visitors are women, and they look very wealthy. They said they came from the capital."

Tong Yan was also somewhat surprised upon hearing this, "The imperial city has come all the way here? Who are these people?"

"I think I heard from the maid that it was some kind of princess..."

"The eldest princess?"

Tong Yan looked puzzled, somewhat confused.

What is someone of such high status doing here?

Could it be that they really came to make a wish?

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After Chi Junlin and his party entered the temple, they were immediately received by the disciples of the Sword Harmony Sect and escorted to the reception hall.

Because their group was dressed in fine clothes and clearly belonged to wealthy guests, the disciples of the sect immediately arranged the best rooms for them.

Even so, Jiang Qianju still showed a look of disgust when she entered the room.

She continued, "What a lousy place... It's not even as good as the horse stables in my palace... It's so poor and shabby..."

Chi Junlin smiled and comforted him, "It's just an ordinary temple on a high mountain, the conditions are like this. Do you think it's an imperial palace? Just make do with it, I'll be with you."

He snorted and then felt relieved.

Then Chi Junlin turned to the other female disciple and asked, "Is your sect leader, Master Tong, well? Could you please introduce us to him?"

Upon hearing this, the female disciple quickly and respectfully replied, "The sect leader has prepared fragrant tea and is about to meet our distinguished guest. Please follow me."

After saying that, he led the way.

He led Chi Junlin and the others toward the back tea room.

The front courtyard of the temples on the mountain and the rear quarters where the disciples of the Jianhe Sect lived were not too far apart. Because land on the mountain was precious, every inch of space that could be used to build houses had to be fully utilized.

Along the way, you can see the places where the disciples of the sect practice and live.

Afterwards, we entered the teahouse and took our seats in turn.

Then they saw a woman dressed in white, seemingly ethereal yet otherworldly, emerge from behind the screen.

It is a youthful face.

When Chi Junlin first saw her, he noticed her fair skin and delicate features, and mistook her for another young female disciple in the sect.

Because of her stunning beauty, time has left almost no trace on her face.

Having lost her husband at a young age, she also possessed a cool and melancholic air.

At first glance, she is like a fairy descended from heaven, untouched by any dust.

This is the dream goddess of countless heroes in the martial arts world.

Her graceful figure and captivating charm even left Chi Junlin, who was accustomed to seeing beautiful women, in awe.

Jiang Qianju noticed that Chi Junlin's gaze was subtle as he looked Tong Yan up and down, from his feet to his hands.

Then they knew that Chi Junlin had started to have designs on someone again.

She rolled her eyes, a surge of jealousy rising within her.

She couldn't help but pinch Chi Junlin's arm.

Chi Junlin quickly stopped Jiang Qianju's antics.

Then he stood up, politely cupped his hands to Tong Yan, and said, "You must be the world-renowned Sect Master of the Sword Harmony Sect."

I had long heard that Sect Leader Tong was radiant and possessed extraordinary bearing. I had thought it was just a compliment from someone in the martial arts world.

Seeing you today, I know your words were true. The Sect Leader is indeed a beauty of unparalleled grace and beauty.

Upon hearing this, Tong Yan immediately bowed and smiled, saying, "You flatter me, esteemed guest. I am but a humble man from the mountains, unworthy of your esteemed presence."

It is only by seeing you all today that I feel extremely fortunate, and my humble abode is truly honored.

Chapter 63 The Fairy's Worries

The claim that he has a youthful appearance is not unfounded.

At this moment, sitting in the tea room were, besides a few guards and maids, Chi Junlin, Jiang Qianju, Yang Yurou, and Yu Xiao.

Any one of these people, if selected individually, would be just as good-looking as someone with a youthful appearance.

So Tong Yan was indeed somewhat amazed when she entered the tea room.

They felt honored by the arrival of such distinguished guests, which made their humble abode shine with glory.

After exchanging greetings, the two sides sat down at the tea table, tasted the new tea, and chatted about everyday matters.

When Tong Yan asked about Chi Junlin's specific background, Chi Junlin gave a few vague excuses and did not reveal his true identity.

At this moment, Tong Yan noticed that Chi Junlin seemed to frequently look at his hands and chest.

Moreover, her gaze was somewhat presumptuous and rude, unlike the proper gaze of an ordinary woman.

Tong Yan was slightly embarrassed and annoyed, so she coughed lightly and said to Chi Junlin, "I don't think you've come here to pray for a spring outing. If you have anything to say, please speak frankly."

Upon hearing this, Chi Junlin smiled and then said to Tong Yan, "Sect Leader Tong was right. I came here not only for sightseeing, but also for an old friend."

"Old friend?"

Tong Yan was a little curious, wondering who Chi Junlin was referring to.

Chi Junlin then turned to look at the others in the tea room, and then said, "Sect Leader Tong, why don't you move over? Some things are not suitable for others to hear. It would be best if you and I spoke alone."

After thinking for a moment, Tong Yan seemed to think there was no problem.

He then instructed his disciples to prepare another quiet room, and invited Chi Junlin to enter for a chat.

Jiang Qianju looked at Chi Junlin with a strange smile, clearly very familiar with Chi Junlin's methods.

Just like how she dealt with Yang Yuru, it was nothing more than coercion, enticement, and then forcing herself on her.

Although the methods were despicable, they were always effective.

Even so, Jiang Qianju didn't say anything more.

She knew Chi Junlin all too well. Any woman Chi Junlin set his sights on would ultimately fall into her grasp.

Even if they fail today, they will eventually fall into the clutches of the Crimson Lord.

It's the same whether it's a day earlier or a day later. There's no stopping it.

Therefore, Jiang Qianju had already accepted it.

As long as Chi Junlin's most beloved person is herself, she can tolerate Chi Junlin's philandering.

So she gave a soft hum, picked up the tea, and glared at Chi Junlin with a look that was both coquettish and reproachful.

Chi Junlin reached out and pinched Jiang Qianju's cheek.

Then he and Tong Yan walked together into the quiet room.

Tong Yan was puzzled when she saw Chi Junlin and Jiang Qianju being intimate, but she didn't show it.

She had just learned from her disciple that the elegantly dressed, spoiled, and arrogant girl was the woman known as the Eldest Princess.

If their titles are not fabricated, then what is Chi Junlin's true identity?

How dare they be so disrespectful to the "Princess"?

Tong Yan was momentarily shocked, feeling that things had taken a turn for the worse than she had anticipated.

She had a gut feeling that the Red Emperor's party was up to no good.

But they didn't know what their purpose was in coming to the sect.

Afterwards, they entered the quiet room, where Tong Yan brewed another pot of tea and offered it to Chi Junlin.

Then he inquired about the meaning of the word "old friend" that Chi Junlin had just mentioned.

Chi Junlin smiled but did not answer.

Instead, he took out a simple yet exquisitely designed sword box from under his body.

Tong Yan had just seen Chi Junlin take the sword box from the guard, but she didn't know what it was.

The questions in my mind never ceased.

Chi Junlin then gestured for Tong Yan to take a look for himself.

Tong Yan did as instructed, extending her slender hand to deftly open the sword case.

He immediately looked surprised, his expression turning astonished.

Inside the sword case was a beautifully shaped, sharp sword with a long, narrow blade.

She clearly recognized the sword in front of her.

This was because it was the beloved sword of Yan Chunyu, her closest friend and deceased husband.

"Spring Rain Sword..."

The moment Tong Yan saw the sword, memories flooded back.

Recalling events from many years ago, she couldn't help but reach out, her hand trembling slightly, and gently stroke the spine of the sword.

Chi Junlin was in no hurry at all. He even picked up a teacup, asked the guests to smell the aroma of the tea, and savored it slowly.

This tea is a new tea produced in Jiuyi Mountain this year. It has a rich aroma and a sweet and mellow taste.

It tastes exactly the same as the one from the Tongyan Sect Master.