FRGNM -Chapter 118 He Is the Evil King?

“What can we do? Duan Yun Kingdom is a major power; the capital’s defenses are top-notch. No matter how much that person over there causes a scene, he wouldn’t dare attack anyone. We’ll just sit here and let him act freely.” Qingyi smiled faintly, glancing at He Wuyun beside him. “Wuyun, have you practiced swordsmanship today? Go on, strike again.”

“Oh, okay, brother-in-law.” The young man lifted his longsword and walked past Wang San. Holding the hilt in his right hand, he casually flicked it. His movements were like flowing clouds and water, dancing across the branches above.

Leaves flew up in the wind, moving with his sword’s motion. With a single step and flick of the right hand, the green leaves on the sword shot into the wooden stakes like lightning.

“Da da da!” The leaves embedded deeply in the stakes, like bullets. Wiping sweat from his brow, He Wuyun laughed and ran over. “Brother-in-law, I’m done. But I’m still not as good as you. You could probably cut the stake in one move.”

…

It seemed as though countless crows flew overhead. Wang San froze, staring at the leaves embedded in the stakes. Even a three-year-old would know—leaves are so thin; how could they possibly pierce a stake?

If it could, that would mean the person wielding them is unbelievably skilled!

And yet… it’s just a kid? Wang San swallowed nervously, steeling himself to approach.

“Bang!” Armored soldiers suddenly charged into Qingfeng Garden, nearly making Wang San collapse from fright.

But the soldiers knelt suddenly, single-knee, clasping fists respectfully. “Fire King! We apologize for being late in receiving you!”

Fire King…?

What? Ling Ruoxi raised an eyebrow, looking at the kneeling men. Were any of them surnamed Huo?

Luo Mingyu also tilted his head toward Qingyi.

Sure enough, these two didn’t know either. Qingyi twitched his lips. No explanation was necessary.

Smiling faintly, the standing man nodded. “It’s fine. You may rise.”

“Heavens! Fire King is back?”

“Ah, it’s the Fire King!”

“Your Majesty, Fire King, you’re still as handsome as ever!”

The mention of the Fire King drew everyone’s attention. Countless eyes turned toward him.

Fire King… it’s him?

Wang San’s legs went weak. He stared at the figure before him—this was the most formidable man in the court. By thirteen, he had conquered all, the idol of Duan Yun citizens. Six years ago, he had been sent to Beining Kingdom. And now… he’s finally back?

The kneeling men quickly raised their heads, addressing Nan Gongmo, seated. “Your Highness, this is our royal grandson of Duan Yun Kingdom, Prince Nangong. The king knows of your return. Please follow us back to the palace.”

“Now?” Nan Gongmo slightly frowned, tilting his head toward Ye Ningfeng. Did he really have to meet someone he had never even seen before?

Seemingly reading his thoughts, Ye Ningfeng smiled faintly. “Your Highness, I will accompany you. Everyone else, please wait here and stay safe. In Duan Yun Kingdom, there is a law: close your doors after midnight, and do not linger outside. Otherwise, all consequences are your responsibility.”

“Ye Ningfeng, you’re leaving now?” Ling Ruoxi looked at the man rising, glancing at the kneeling general.

Because she called out his name, resentment seemed to shoot toward her. Ye Ningfeng—the Fire King of Duan Yun Kingdom, worshiped by many—no one dared to call him by name directly. She was the first.

He nodded faintly. “Don’t worry, Miss Ruoxi. I will return. Please forgive me for leaving for now. Your Highness, let’s go.”

“Then, I shall go first.” Nan Gongmo stood. Ever since entering Duan Yun Kingdom, his schedule had become complicated—everywhere he went, he encountered ministers and officials.

He felt as if the system were hinting at him, but after thinking long and hard, he understood nothing.

Going to the palace would reveal the truth anyway.

Watching the group leave from a distance, Ling Ruoxi rubbed her nose. “Hey, Luo Mingyu, I need to tell you…”

Her words froze as her eyes widened, staring at the street outside.

Luo Mingyu glanced up, following her gaze. A man dressed in black, wearing a delicate mask, stood across the street. A strange smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

At that moment, Ling Ruoxi’s entire body broke out in goosebumps. Memories surged suddenly in her mind. That man… that man is…

Instinctively, Luo Mingyu wrapped his arms around Ling Ruoxi’s waist, pressing a kiss to her soft lips. His heart trembled. He held her tightly against his shoulder, eyes like stars staring at the man outside, full of murderous intent.

The standing man merely smiled coldly. His lips moved slightly, whispering words that only Luo Mingyu could hear, disappearing among the passersby.

“Lo… Luo Mingyu…” Ling Ruoxi’s hands shook as she embraced him, releasing her grip on Luo Mingyu slightly. “He… he’s here. He… the man from the illusion.”

“What nonsense are you saying? Lost your mind?” Luo Mingyu pressed his hand to her forehead, then gently tapped her cheek, urging her to look outside. “The man from the illusion? Where?”

The street was empty—there was no one there. Ling Ruoxi shivered. No… she had just seen him, and his smile had been so eerie!

“Really? You must have imagined it. That person doesn’t exist. Here, drink tea.” Luo Mingyu poured her tea and pressed her shoulder gently.

After sipping, Ling Ruoxi calmed down, then looked sharply at Luo Mingyu. “Then… why did you just kiss me?”

“Hah, wasn’t it because you’re too cute? I couldn’t resist. Don’t mind, okay? We’re practically old married couples now—why worry about that?”

“…”

The dark night spread wide. After midnight, the streets outside Duan Yun Kingdom were empty. The quiet streets gave no hint that this was a thriving capital.

Lights were dim. The man leaning by the window looked at the sleeping woman, resting his hand on the sill, and silently slipped out.

Under the moonlight, his white clothing turned ink-black instantly, and he donned an exquisite mask. Like a deadly assassin of the night, his aura restrained, his killing intent erupting at once. Black hair flowed lazily on his shoulders. At the corner, he turned coldly.

Cold… Ling Ruoxi instinctively tugged the blanket, slowly opening her eyes. She saw the window open, sat up, and closed it—only to find the man in bed was gone.

“Luo Mingyu?” she whispered, suddenly realizing something. She opened the window and looked down. Dust on the tiles bore the faint smell of earth—the same path they had traveled today.

She remembered Ye Ningfeng saying that people in Duan Yun Kingdom were meticulous. Tiles would be kept clean—dust wouldn’t carry this earthy scent.

Where did Luo Mingyu go?

Leaping onto the tiles, Ling Ruoxi disregarded that it was past midnight, looking down sharply. A black figure walked forward slowly.

A terrifying aura radiated. Her own killing intent stirred violently. The man turned slowly; the mask on his face was so familiar.

“Mercy, Your Majesty, Evil King…!”

The words echoed in her mind. Ling Ruoxi stepped back—this man is the Evil King. The one who took her that day… it’s him.

With eyes flashing, she placed one hand on the sill and leapt down.

The black figure quickened his pace toward the street, unaware his movement was being tracked.

The cold night, with moonlight dimly illuminating the willows by the lake, created a ghostly scene. The figure standing silently, long hair fluttering, with the eerie mask, inspired fear in anyone who saw him. He stood motionless, arms crossed, like a corpse—cold as ice.

“You’ve come.” A hoarse voice echoed. The figure standing quietly spoke without turning.

In the night, a pale figure approached, stepping in moonlight, wearing the same mask and clothes. At that moment, she removed her mask, revealing a face of ethereal beauty.

Under the moonlight, her eyes sparkled, her smile like a crescent moon. Skin as flawless as jade. Long eyelashes fluttered. She smiled sweetly. “Of course it’s me. Brother Yu, didn’t you expect it to be me?”

“Besides Ling’er, no one dares impersonate me.” The black-clad man lifted his hand to stroke her hair; even his cold voice softened. “Tell me, little girl, why are you here?”

“Why? Brother Yu, I haven’t seen you in years. Must I have a reason to see you?” Bai Li Ling smiled faintly, grabbing his wrist. “Brother Yu, I heard you’re wanted? What’s going on?”

“Nothing, just a prank by Qiong Yu Immortal Island,” Luo Mingyu said softly, stroking her small head affectionately.

Bai Li Ling pouted. “Prank? The whole city’s walls are plastered with your wanted posters. Oh, and Brother Yu… that woman being hunted with you—what’s her name, Ling Ruoxi—who is she?”