THE LING TIAN LEGEND
episode 83

Ling Tian followed the palace steward for a detour, about three to four miles before he finally saw the copper peacock weather vane from the Eternal Music Palace. A small door was there. Most likely, this was used by the eunuchs and palace maids to enter and exit the palace to take care of their own personal matters.

The servant pointed in a direction after taking him in, and hurriedly left.

Ling Tian did not bother to be polite, and immediately walked proudly towards the inner courtyard there.

For the first time in his life, Ling Tian revived his spiritual senses before he even reached his target. She wanted to know if the Minister of Rites' niece was the little daughter of the Yu Family. If he was the one, there would definitely be experts guarding him secretly. If he did not find the arranged expert, then this meant that his nephew was not the princess he was looking for. If that was the case, there was no point Ling Tian entering.

He approached the inner courtyard, and Ling Tian, focusing all of his spiritual senses into his ears, was able to faintly hear the sound, as well as smell a hint of the scent of silk.

10 Steps forward, and he stepped into the inner courtyard. Inside the green foliage and the red flowers, one could clearly see a supple body figure moving.

Ling Tian smiled faintly on his face, as he had already seen his target. Both of them had a protected aura, but were unable to escape from his spiritual senses. Being able to attract their auras, the two were undoubtedly experts! However, this kind of standard and at this stage, even though they had the qualifications to make Ling Tian raise his eyebrows, they could not even enter his eyes.

Ling Tian considered his choice in his heart, among his followers, even Ling Chen would be able to easily break the combined strength of the two guards. Other than Ling Jian, Ling Chen and Ling Chi, the others like the Blood Iron Warriors were only average, respectively, and those on the weaker spectrum even needed to combine forces to deal with one of those experts.

With the two guards here, Ling Tian could almost confidently say that the Minister of Rites' nephew was actually the little daughter of the Yu Family. Most likely, the third aura that was slightly weaker yet more reserved was the little princess.

Ling Tian smiled to himself, before directly walking towards the three. Right now, Ling Tian had already stored all of his internal energy. With the abilities of the three, although Ling Tian was confident that they would not be able to find the aura he was releasing, prolonged use would drain his inner Qi. Best to save whenever he can.

Surrounded by layers of green leaves was a pure jade table. In front of him was a small pond with a strange-looking cliff on it, surrounded by blue jade. The top of the cliff was strewn with a few grass stems and flowers. Among the blue jade swam a group of red-colored fish, and beside the pond were several willow tree trunks, dancing gently with a gentle breeze.

Right now, sitting on a jade table, with a piece of pure paper in front of him, a young lady in white clothes leaned over, with her brush tilted as if ready to write or draw something. From Ling Tian's point of view, he could not see his facial features. However, from her raven-colored hair, her sharply angled shoulders, and her slender waist that seemed to be able to fit into one hand, one could deduce that even if she did not look good, it was a good one, he won't be too bad either. The natural refined and elegant charm he exuded was also rarely seen by Ling Tian in this life.

It was a feeling that could be expressed in words, mortal yet real. One can feel it but not see it, but know that it exists. At that moment, Ling Tian only had two words in his heart: Natural grace. Staring at the girl in front of him, even though he could not see her face, he already felt that this girl was undeniable with the simple word ‘pesona’, but rather ‘natural elegance’ will be closer to the description, although it can hardly describe it.

In just one glance, Ling Tian suddenly felt a burning interest towards the girl who was bowing, engrossed in painting! This kind of feeling, from his past life until now, was the first! To think that such a feeling only came from his hindsight! Shaking his head, Ling Tian did not believe that he could have this kind of feeling just by looking.

Behind the young girl stood 3 women. Two of them had already gone through their prime, one with gray hair and the other was around forty years old. The third one was similar to an artist, a young and beautiful girl. However, Ling Tian could not recognize her and concluded that she might be the daughter of the Minister of Rites.

As Ling Tian stepped out of the alley, the two middle-aged women immediately turned to look at him, both of his eyes as if shooting electricity at him.

Ling Tian arranged his time perfectly, letting out a blank look in surprise. Then, he nodded and smiled before walking slowly.

The artist in question did not even raise his head, completely unaware of Ling Tian's presence.

Ling Tian held his breath before slowly walking on the jade table, directing his gaze towards the painting.

The pure white paper was almost filled to the brim, what was drawn was the pavilion and hall in front of it, even the cliffs and ponds were clearly drawn on it. Right now, the girl was in the process of drawing a dancing willow tree in the wind. However, the willow tree dance in the spring breeze, is of a faintly visible nature, the hardest job as an artist is to capture this kind of subtle feeling. The girl seemed to be struggling, her brows furrowed and unable to fully brush her teeth.

As Ling Tian researched the job, he realized that while the girl's brush skills were proficient, they had no sort of life for them. Although what he drew seemed realistic, they were simply not alive. Although he knew that the paintings of this world were all like that, but Ling Tian could not help but sigh softly. Could it be, even a soul-shaking girl like her only had such standards?

******* deliberate Ling Tian made the two women worried, one artist and the other an observer. The two involuntarily raised their heads to look.

What surprised Ling Tian the most was that the girl with the soul-stirring charisma actually had a tanned face, although not ugly, she definitely could not be called beautiful. Just a pair of graceful and witty yet apathetic disciples were sparkling bright and dazzling.

Ling Tian looked softly like jade, with a pure white waist yet tall and soft, as well as a snow-white half-covered neck, and inevitably raised the corners of his lips while smiling, thinking, thinking, “It looks like this girl is hiding her appearance.”

The two women suddenly saw that, in the place where the princess lived and where all men were forbidden, there was suddenly a very handsome young noble. He had eyebrows as sharp as a sword and eyes as bright as stars. Besides being shocked, they soon realized that, other than the members of the royal family, how else could men enter this place?

The artist slightly tilted his head as a form of greeting, saying, “A while ago, I heard ******* the young noble contained a trace of regret, may I ask why that is?” He actually did not even care about Ling Tian's identity, and directly jumped onto the main topic. Of course, he was afraid that if his identity was known, all the etiquette from that noble gathering would be troublesome. So, he might think of it as a chance encounter for a stranger, and would part ways after a while, saving her from trouble.

Ling Tian could not help but praise his intelligence, as he did not want to bring it up, Ling Tian would naturally happily obey him. He witnessed how he spoke, as if talking to an old friend, and could not see a girl's expression of him, his speech natural and unrestrained.

Ling Tian smiled lightly and said, “There are no consequences, it's just that after seeing this woman's painting, no matter using your brush, the use of ink as well as brush strokes, all have master teacher bearings. This one inevitably feels admiration.”

The two female eyes sparkled, and the artist asked, “If that's the case, then why does the young noble have so much regret in your sigh?”

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