As the intelligence liaison of the White Night, Nai Qingni was fortunate enough to see part of the secret archives. The assassination of the former emperor two years ago was far deeper and more complex than anyone imagined—it was almost the entire Imperial Court's rebellion against the Imperial Family.

For the past two years, nearly all the members of the Imperial Family have fallen, leaving only seven girls. If it weren't for the consensus among the officials of the Imperial Court, such a 'complete extermination' would have been nearly impossible.

Though it seemed the Imperial Court was reluctant when the sword contest for the throne began, beneath the grandeur of the purple and blue robes, under the noble titles, what kind of dark thoughts were torturing inside their skins was unknown to anyone.

Two thousand years, a really long time.

Long enough for the Ming Royal Family to become the oldest noble clan.

Long enough for history to become mere annotations scribbled by the Ming family.

Long enough for such an almost miraculous absurd conspiracy to actually succeed.

The human heart is unfathomable, fate is like a blade, even pulling off the collusion of all officials was achieved, the last emperor didn't die unjustly.

Nai Qingni finds it incomprehensible every time she thinks about it.

Are all those in power above merely sinister and deceitful ambitionists, or are they just trying... to test something?

To test whether this world truly can only bear the surname Ming? To test whether the Holy Sword Glorious cannot belong to oneself?

Thus, things have progressed step by step to the current situation, where even the White Night doesn't know what the future holds, but Yanjing's White Night shares the same resolution—let the sword contest for the throne continue, as much as possible expose more of the Holy Sword Glorious. If there's a chance to obtain the Holy Sword Glorious, even if there's only the slightest possibility, then risking all of Yanjing's White Night lives is worth a try.

Perhaps the thoughts of the White Night Walker are also the thoughts of the Imperial Court officials, or even the thoughts of the Outer District heroes, or maybe the thoughts of countless rebels and ambitionists in history.

When facing the highest faith, one's life truly becomes insignificant.

They all just want to give it a try.

If they fail, then they'll be bathed under the radiance of glory, turning to dust and ashes.

If they succeed...

Then the next two thousand years will bear a new surname.

"Yuya?"

Nai Qingni came to the second floor and saw Qian Yuya coming out of the room with a lantern, surprised, "Still awake this late?"

"Just thinking about things," Qian Yuya said calmly, "By the way, we happen to have something to discuss with Sister Nai... and also need your advice."

Although it was completely the wrong time for a conversation, Nai Qingni knew that Qian Yuya was always straightforward and wouldn't concern herself with formalities, so she said, "Let's talk in my room."

Qian Yuya nodded and followed behind Nai Qingni, deliberately slowing her pace by two steps. After Nai Qingni entered the room and turned on the lights, she suddenly said, "Sister Nai, I'll go to the bathroom first and then come find you."

"Alright."

When Qian Yuya came into the study, she noticed that the note on the windowsill was already gone. Seeing Nai Qingni deep in thought, she sat down and got straight to the point, "Sister Nai, we've become officers of the Wushuang Assassin Research Society of Shuiyun Palace."

"What?"

Qian Yuya briefly explained what happened today and realized that Nai Qingni wasn't surprised, indicating she likely had already seen that note. Finally, she said, "We're a bit worried. Are we putting ourselves in danger by getting involved with the vortex of Shuiyun Palace? Sister Nai, do you think we should retreat or continue supporting Shuiyun Palace?"

Nai Qingni pondered for a while, then slowly said, "Do whatever you feel is best, nothing will happen to you in the Imperial Academy. And you must remember, Sister Nai will always be your backup, even if something happens, come back to me, Sister Nai will definitely solve it for you... even if I can't, the White Night surely can."

Qian Yuya nodded, restraining her excitement, carefully said, "Then Sister Nai, is there anything that White Night needs to entrust us with? We've always looked forward to showcasing our abilities... like things related to Shuiyun Palace and Teacher Qin..."

Nai Qingni glanced at her, without a hint of hesitation.

"No."

She shook her head, "Yuya, just enjoy campus life, don't think about unnecessary things. Even if White Night needs people for tasks, they'll never involve students—study hard, that's your biggest responsibility! After you graduate, there's a whole lifetime to work for White Night, what's the rush... go back and sleep, girls should take care of their rest, look at me working day and night, so young yet looking so worn out..."

Knowing full well that Nai Qingni would never open this door, Qian Yuya wisely decided not to dwell on it and left decisively, "Good night, Sister Nai."

Plan A failed.

Proceed with Plan B.

...

...

When Qian Yuya went to find Le Yu, he wasn't up yet—being a people's teacher, it's quite normal and reasonable to still be in bed by 9 in the morning.

Actually, it's not entirely his fault. He stayed up late working on the script for "Eight Wonders of Silver Blood: The Third Wonder, Harp Music Le Yin," and only went to bed past midnight. Perhaps it's a common trait among creators, even when he used to write (or plagiarize) novels, he only got inspiration at night, as if the daytime sun obstructed his thoughts, necessitating that creative work be a nocturnal affair.

Furthermore, unlike the First Wonder Jing Qingfu and the Second Wonder Listening to Ancient, his depiction of the first two was mostly 'imaginative,' basically nonsense writing, as long as it fit the characters—like Qingfu urging others to drink, or Listening to Ancient raising criminals, as long as they were made to seem exceedingly evil, the students loved it.

But he couldn't handle Harp Music Le Yin in such a manner.

Because Le Yu even knew that Le Yin didn't like wearing underwear to sleep at night.

So Le Yu had to use 'real cases' as the main content, with 'imagination' as garnish, to portray how dark and base Le Yin's 'noble sacrifice' was—Le Yu wasn't wronging him, after all, Le Yin did indeed sacrifice Jing Zhengwu to earn Jing Zhengwei's trust, then sacrificed Jing Zhengwei to inherit the Silver Blood Association.

But when Le Yu elaborated on this, it felt odd: am I confessing to my own crimes in public, or is it incitement to crime?

He spent half the night for the "Third Wonder, Harp Music Le Yin" script, and exhausted quite a few brain cells, hence after hearing Qian Yuya's words, it took him a moment to react, "Is that so? Sounds good."

"Brother Hongle, they're planning to assassinate you!" Qian Yuya exclaimed, "Daring to attack you at the Imperial Academy, they must have a thorough plan, you absolutely can't take it lightly, not to mention White Night might get involved, and Wei Weiwei might also step in—"

"I understand, calm down, why do I feel you're quite excited?"

"Not at all, I'm not excited," Qian Yuya said, "My original Plan A was to become an assistant for White Night, but unfortunately White Night isn't willing to let us participate in any actions, even though I have a good relationship with Shuiyun and you, but I still have Plan B!"

"Plan B?"

"Plan B is to let me go to the Golden Pavilion, I'll spy on their plans, by then Brother Hongle can calmly set up an ambush and capture the assassins in one fell swoop! If I'm fortunate enough, I might even become one of the assassins, coordinating with Brother Hongle from the inside and out, and toy with those assassins in the palm of our hands!"

Le Yu sat down, thought for a moment, and nodded, "Your idea isn't bad."

Qian Yuya's eyes lit up, "In that case—"

"Let's execute Plan C then."

Qian Yuya was taken aback, "Plan C?"

Le Yu smiled, "Since you lack sufficient combat power and nocturnal experience, how can you go and gather intelligence, infiltrate enemy territory? Such nighttime excursions in Yanjing should be left to the professionals."

Qian Yuya was not convinced, "But Brother Hongle, do you have anyone else in mind who can undertake this mission?"

"Of course, he not only has experience in dark assassinations but also has experience in nighttime urban exploration. Apart from the real Hidden Sword Assassin, he has no match in the dark."

"Who?"

Le Yu glanced at her, and pointed his thumb at himself:

"Me."

Qian Yuya was stunned, but soon shook her head, "But Brother Hongle, you're the sheathe of the sword, there's a lot of attention on you at the academy, and your red hair makes you too recognizable, it'd be better if I go instead..."

Le Yu suddenly changed the subject, "Yuya, do you remember the 'Silver Blood Scheme' I taught in the last class?"

"Ting Gu's 'Train troops for a thousand days, use them for a moment'?"

"When everyone forms the impression that 'Le Yin has red hair,' I just need to disguise myself slightly to move away from the 'Le Yin' image; conversely, others just need a simple disguise to become 'Le Yin.'"

"Nourish the hair a thousand days, use it in a moment." Le Yu laughed, "Although I introduced the Silver Blood's cunning tricks, the course content is ultimately based on my researches and summaries, thus..."

"What they know, I know too."

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