Chapter 293.2: Shamelessly Seeking Personal Gain - Part 2

However, because the women practicing asceticism in this nunnery had unusual backgrounds, these luxuries seemed ordinary.

Alongside the sound of cooking emanating from the kitchen, there were also hushed discussions among some young nuns.

"Who's turn is it to deliver food to that person today? Got to be careful."

"It's Xiaoyu today. This girl is meticulous, perhaps she won't make any mistakes."

"Do you think the maids who were beaten before were punished because they made mistakes? It was intentional. If you don't make mistakes, you won't be beaten?"

"Sigh, it was fine before. Since the Empress..."

"Don't speak. Quickly shut your mouth. How can we discuss such matters?"

As the voices gradually faded away, a delicate-looking young nun emerged from the kitchen carrying a food container. She headed towards the courtyard in the westernmost part. Many young nuns cast sympathetic glances her way when they saw this scene. The nuns who were sweeping away snow could not help but sigh.

The nun named Xiaoyu kept her head low, obscuring her expression.

She traversed the long corridor, walking a long distance until she reached a chamber. Then, she knocked on the door gently.

The door suddenly opened with a creak.

Xiaoyu walked in.

A moment later, a series of cussing erupted from the chamber, accompanied by the shattering of porcelain.

The noise was extremely loud, audible to many. Yet, no one dared to pay attention or say anything. They just continued with their tasks. Some simply looked over with sympathy, but were similarly silent.

It was unclear how much time passed.

The young nun came out, her face marked with a distinct handprint.

Her hands were covered in wounds, but no fresh blood dripped. Instead, she had caught it with her clothes.

The chamber was in disarray, an elderly nun sat withered on a cushion, her eyes filled with endless resentment.

She naturally could not be called old, traces of her youthful charm still lingered on her face, with only two faint wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. Yet, her entire being exuded a sense of archaicness, like a piece of withered wood.

The young nun naturally could not provoke resentment from her. The object of the older nun's resentment was naturally not her.

Given her status, there was hardly anyone in the world who dared to provoke her. Unfortunately, the person who did provoke her left her helpless.

In the hushed chamber, the elderly nun slowly stood up, approached the window, and glanced into the distance. The nunnery was not large, and she had long grown tired of the view, but she could not leave because someone forbade her.

The man in the blue robe said, "You're useless. Someone like you, I won't kill, and I won't ask you to do anything either. You're just a clown on the riverbank. Back then, you jumped in, thinking he would bring you more benefits. But how could you have anticipated that your own sister would treat you like this? Now, asking you to choose again is meaningless."

The old nun listened to his vague words and remained silent.

The man in the blue robe said, "No matter how terrifying he was, he should be dead by now. Venturing deep into the desolate north, who does he think he is? His ambitions are too grand, and his methods are too numerous, yet he lacks the capability. Wanting to be the ruler for all eternity, how could it be so easy?"

The old nun frowned and asked, "What the hell are you talking about?!"

The man in the blue robe sneered, "You sit here in this nunnery, feeling perfectly justified and contented. The Divine Capital is right in front of you, but you know nothing. Truly pathetic."

The old nun looked at the man in the blue robe, remaining silent.

The man in the blue robe continued, "The current reign of the Great Liang, you played a significant role in establishing it. But since he treats you this way, if I were you, I would undoubtedly destroy this world. You may not have the ability or the courage, so I'll help you."

The old nun still did not speak. She could not believe that her brother-in-law would truly die in the desolate north. Although she harbored deep resentment towards that man, she was also profoundly terrified of that man's power. She absolutely did not believe that he would die like this.

As if discerning the old nun's thoughts, the man in the blue robe said calmly, "No matter how powerful he is, there's a limit too. Venturing deep into the desolate north with a mortal body, he deserves to die."

"My time is limited and I don't want to waste any more words with you. I only came here for one thing."

The man in the blue robe looked at the old nun, and his gaze suddenly becoming incomparably sharp, like a sharp sword.

"What?"

The old nun also furrowed her brows, looking at the man in front of her with caution.

The man in the blue robe asked, word by word, "Is that young man of the deceased crown prince's bloodline?"

The Great Liang Emperor currently had no crown prince. This so-called crown prince could only be that Emperor Lingzong's most beloved son, that deposed emperor's father.

Who was also the current Great Liang Emperor's elder brother.

The old man looked at the blue-robed man and did not immediately speak.

The man in the blue robe said calmly, "My time is limited, and my patience is also limited."

As he opened his mouth, the entire room instantly rampaged with a surge of killing intent.

The entire house now resembled a vast sea, with fierce winds and towering waves.

This was a Nepenthe powerhouse.

The old nun's complexion turned pale in an instant.