Shen Luowan’s question was extremely veiled, her tone carrying a hint of casual curiosity, yet subtly laced with a probing intent.
The current struggle in the Ancient Immortal Domain was in full swing, almost a cherished prize for every Dao Lineage, with none willing to back down.
However, as the leader of this conflict, the Longevity Jiang Clan had not shown much desire, instead appearing remarkably “calm” about it, which surprised many.
The outside world generally believed this was because the Ancient Immortal Domain was too far from the Longevity Jiang Clan’s celestial domain, making troop deployment and trade inconvenient.
Moreover, the Jiang Clan itself possessed profound Foundation and might not covet the limited resources of the Ancient Immortal Domain.
At the same time, Su Hongye’s actions led to more speculation from others.
Contesting for the Qiankun Sky Plate of Emperor Tianji was considered the most important matter for the Jiang Clan in participating in the Ancient Immortal Domain’s struggle.
This explanation was quite reasonable, enough to dispel external suspicions.
But Shen Luowan did not think so.
Jiang Ye knew of her curiosity.
He remained calm, smiling faintly as he casually replied, “I’m not too sure either. After all, though I am the Divine Son of the Jiang Clan, major clan affairs are ultimately decided by the elders. How could a junior like me have a say?”
These words, though seemingly perfunctory, were not entirely false; there was indeed some truth mixed within them.
Su Hongye had personally approved this matter and arranged it meticulously. Not only Jiang Ye, but even some high-ranking elders in the Jiang Clan were unaware of the true intention behind it.
After all, the Jiang Clan had always been meticulous in its calculations and never easily gave up any potential benefits. The current situation, where benefits seemed to be “given away,” appeared somewhat abnormal.
As for the reason?
Jiang Ye had a slight guess in his heart, estimating that Su Qingmeng should know a thing or two, but he had never proactively asked.
And his own mother?
Her character was always shrewd and decisive, with meticulous methods; how could she suffer a loss?
He naturally had no need to worry.
Just then, a Heaven Guard’s voice transmission suddenly echoed from outside the carriage.
“Your Highness Divine Son, someone from the Divine Firmament Immortal Dynasty has come to deliver a letter.”
Hearing this, Jiang Ye put down his teacup, a flicker of doubt in his eyes.
“Let her in.”
The curtain was slowly lifted, and a beautiful woman in a light purple brocade robe walked in.
Her appearance was quite striking, her eyes filled with mature charm, her skin as white as jade, and her demeanor graceful and noble, exuding an aura of authority with every movement.
She was not accompanied by attendants, suggesting a high status, able to enter the carriage directly without announcement, which indicated her extraordinary identity.
More importantly, her cultivation was extremely high; her Qi was restrained, yet it was not difficult to sense that she had already entered the Supreme realm, with a profound Foundation.
Shen Luowan’s eyes flickered as she recognized the newcomer.
“You are… Wei Xuanyin?” Her tone carried a hint of surprise.
Wei Xuanyin was a female general of the Divine Firmament Immortal Dynasty.
But more importantly, she was actually one of the key confidantes of Seventh Princess Shen Baiyun.
She also had a power Foundation within the Immortal Dynasty and could influence some power circulation.
Wei Xuanyin nodded gently, a gentle smile on her face: “Your Highness Second Princess, I am indeed here by order.”
“However, this trip is not to deliver a message for Your Highness, but to hand it over to Divine Son Jiang.”
As she spoke, her gaze subtly shifted, falling upon Jiang Ye.
Jiang Ye raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise, both present and absent, on his face. He said nothing more, simply accepting the letter.
He glanced indifferently at Shen Luowan, then unhurriedly opened the envelope.
The moment the letter was unfolded, a faint fragrance wafted out, clear yet subtly alluring, like a woman’s personal balm, subtly stirring the heart.
The letter paper was extremely thin, but the handwriting was delicate and elegant, graceful yet with a hint of playfulness.
“Divine Son Jiang, I wonder if you are feeling bored at this moment?
I have recently brewed some fine wine, and residing in the palace, I find myself a bit dull.
If Divine Son would condescend to visit, my bedchamber is always open, with fragrant tea and fine wine as companions, and we could also discuss matters of the Immortal Dao.
If Divine Son would not disdain it, I am willing to personally prepare a spiritual broth, awaiting your esteemed presence.
— Baiyun, respectfully invited.”
Jiang Ye smiled, a flicker of astonishment in his eyes.
The content of this letter was simply too ambiguous, filled with flattery and fawning, both overt and subtle.
It made him exclaim inwardly, “What exquisite tea ceremony!”
Before Jiang Ye could respond, Wei Xuanyin smiled gently and bowed slightly.
“The letter has been delivered. I apologize for disturbing Divine Son Jiang’s leisure. I shall take my leave.”
As her words fell, she turned and gracefully departed, her figure disappearing beyond the curtain, as swift and decisive as she had arrived, leaving no trace of lingering.
Silence returned to the carriage for a time.
Shen Luowan leaned against the carriage couch, watching Jiang Ye casually put away the letter, her eyes filled with amusement and scrutiny. She suddenly asked, “Young Master, I wonder what my dear sister wrote in that letter?”
Her tone was light and casual, as if merely an offhand question, but the subtle expression in her eyes could not be hidden.
It was not mere curiosity, but more of a barbed chill.
Jiang Ye chuckled softly at her words, not directly answering, but instead looking at her calmly and casually asking, “What kind of person is that Seventh Princess, Shen Baiyun, in the Immortal Dynasty?”
A hint of mockery flashed in Shen Luowan’s eyes as she said indifferently, “Her? She’s not old, a few years younger than me, not yet an adult…”
“In terms of seniority or Foundation, she doesn’t count for much in the Immortal Dynasty. There are many in the imperial family with more backing than her.”
At this point, she paused, her voice lowering slightly, and her tone became meaningful:
“However…”
“My sister is quite scheming and very skilled in power struggles.”
“Relying on her looks, she flits among the powerful, specifically seducing and provoking those noble scions with power and influence.”
Shen Luowan took a small sip of tea, her expression now showing a hint of wariness: “But she has never truly let any man touch her…”
“Instead, she used them one by one to do her bidding, stand by her, give her resources, give her power, and in the end, they all ended up with nothing.”
“Outwardly beautiful and pure, but in reality, she is skilled in calculation and a very difficult person to deal with.”
Jiang Ye listened with an unmoving expression, his eyes showing no ripples.
Seeing this, Shen Luowan sighed softly and continued:
“This time, my dear sister…”
“She must have heard the news of Big Brother’s death and thought her opportunity had come. She wants to gain some merit through the Immortal Ancient Ruins affair, make a name for herself in front of Imperial Father, and contend for some say.”
“She wants to establish a firm footing within the imperial family, and then contend with me.”
At the end, Shen Luowan gently set down her teacup, her gaze slowly focusing on Jiang Ye, her tone becoming profound: “That woman’s greatest skill is to provoke men and use men.”
“But in the end, these people, who worked tirelessly and exhausted themselves for her, not only gained nothing but ended up disgraced.”
“Young Master, you must be careful not to be deceived by her pure, pitiful appearance.”
Her words did not hide her hostility.
Yet, they also sounded like a sincere warning.
Hearing this, Jiang Ye merely smiled faintly, neither refuting nor nodding.
He refolded the letter and gently tucked it into his sleeve, his movements unhurried, yet revealing a clear stance.
He neither refused nor expressed an opinion.
