Chapter 003 Dianjiang Lips, Night Flowing Colors in the Deep of the Chapter (3).

The magpies fly south, the flowers cast shadows in the evening. In the vast garden, most of the plants are chrysanthemums.

As the evening clouds gather, the sky turns pale and translucent.

Flowers are elegant, people are noble, even the sound of the qin is accompanied by the pure fragrance of chrysanthemums.

With her skirt in hand, Biluo knelt beside Murong Chong and tidied the black hair hanging over his forehead to his shoulders. She smiled charmingly and said, "Everything will be taken care of according to Brother Chong's request."

Murong Chong, the Prefect of Pingyang in the Great Qin Dynasty, was renowned for his handsome appearance and elegant demeanor. Unfortunately, he led a simple and leisurely life, refraining from indulging in the company of women. This wasted the longing and dreams of the noble ladies from prominent families in Pingyang, as their affection was in vain.

They only remembered that the murderer who killed Lin Jingde was petite, with a feminine figure, and had a pair of eyes as dark as the night.

Lin Jingde's martial arts skills are among the top among the military generals in the court. Even when Prime Minister Wang Meng was alive, he had praised Lin Jingde's martial arts skills greatly.

There are various types of flowers such as Ink Chrysanthemum, Golden Hydrangea, Beauty Smiling, Fragrant Stream Autumn Rain, Green Clothes Red Skirt, and Spotted Jade Bamboo Shoot, all of which are carefully cultivated and blooming beautifully. The moonlight is faint, and in the dim light of the silk lanterns, one can see various colors such as pink, purple, and white, each with its own unique characteristics. Some are bunched like fists, some hang like curtains, some are soft like clouds, and some are gorgeous like feathers.

But they have never believed that the person who killed Lin Jingde would be a woman.

There are some people who know the true background of Murong Chong, and for this reason, they have come up with many unpleasant rumors. However, Murong Chong simply laughs them off and pays no attention. The only woman by his side, apart from his maidservant, is Yun Biluo. They have been together for ten years, from Chang'an to A'fang, and then to Pingyang, never leaving each other's side.

The vermilion bead... has also been removed.

"What about the crimson bead?" Murong Chong continued to smile gracefully and lazily.

Some say that Yun Biluo is his sister; others say that Yun Biluo is his concubine; while the servants of the Pingyang Prefectural Office respectfully call her Miss Biluo.

Along the small path paved with smooth round pebbles, the woman in a sky-blue silk long skirt was running swiftly. Looking from afar at the young man's face, her pair of deep black eyes instantly dispelled the faint sorrow, shining like pearls; her pear blossom-like fair face also revealed a gentle smile.

The moonlight shone on him, casting a layer of ethereal radiance. His face was round and handsome, with a hint of a subtle smile, floating among the shadows of flowers and moonlight, as if he were a fairy.

The guard responsible for protecting Lin Jingde is a top-notch swordsman. He saw the masked culprit leaving, but missed the best opportunity to pursue him because he turned back to check on Lin Jingde's condition.

His reserved demeanor was softened by a gentle and affectionate smile, appearing pleasant and harmless. His bright eyes were as clear as autumn water, serene and transparent, yet seemed to contain a moonlit chill and depth. However, when he smiled, the chill dissipated like smoke, as if the cold and melancholic gaze was just an inadvertent illusion.

Cool breeze, cold moon.

The young man's music stopped, and he smiled, "Biluo, has the matter been settled?"

The 18th year of the Fuqin era, August, the Assistant Minister of Personnel, Lin Jingde, was assassinated.

A young man in a white robe, sitting alone, is playing the qin leisurely, while appreciating the full garden of chrysanthemums.

The innocent woman's bewildered and painful gaze as she died seemed to flicker before her eyes, causing the blush that had just appeared on Biluo's cheeks to quickly fade away. In an instant, her face turned as pale as moonlight, appearing ethereal and powerless.

Bi Luo doesn't know what role she plays in Mu Rongchong's life, but she knows that Mu Rongchong is the person she is closest to, just as she is the person closest to Mu Rongchong.