The Legend of the Princess' Counterattack

Chapter 418 Celebration Eve

The morning light gently penetrated through the thin clouds and quietly fell on every inch of the sect's land, as if covering this place that had returned to peace after suffering with a layer of glittering golden gauze. The breeze blew, and the leaves on the branches rustled, as if whispering about the thrilling battle in recent days, and as if singing about the upcoming grand celebration.

Yun Yao slowly woke up and subconsciously reached out to touch her side, but what she touched was the cool air. She opened her eyes slightly, and a hint of imperceptible loss flashed across her eyes, and then she regained her clarity. She stood up and opened the window, and the fresh air wrapped in the fragrance of flowers and plants rushed in her face, making her take a deep breath, and the feeling of relaxation and joy instantly dispelled the remaining sleepiness. Looking up, the mountains in the distance were looming in the morning mist, just like a painting of ink and color, beautiful beyond words.

Not long after, a steady and familiar sound of footsteps came from afar. Yun Yao curled the corners of her lips slightly. Before she could turn around, she heard Chu Mochen's voice with a hint of smile from behind her: "Yao'er, are you awake?" Yun Yao turned around, and what came into her sight was Chu Mochen's tall and straight pine-like figure, dressed in a white robe as white as snow, with black hair tied behind his head. His sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes revealed a bit of calmness and composure after going through ups and downs, but more of it was the tenderness and tenderness when he looked at her.

"Well, this sect today looks really different from the past." Yun Yao responded with a faint smile, looking through him to the grand scene outside the window with lights and decorations.

"Of course it's different. This celebration is to celebrate our success in resisting the phantom evil. Everyone in the sect is full of enthusiasm." Chu Mochen walked slowly closer and stood shoulder to shoulder with her, overlooking the busy and lively scene in the sect.

In the streets, disciples dressed in new clothes came and went, holding bright bouquets or carrying exquisite decorations, laughing and talking. In order to prepare for this celebration, everyone worked together and performed their duties, and everyone's face was filled with joy and anticipation.

"Let's go out and take a look." Yun Yao was in high spirits and was the first to step out of the room, followed closely by Chu Mochen.

The two walked slowly along the winding stone road. In the flower beds beside the road, flowers of various colors competed for beauty. The rich fragrance of flowers filled the air, attracting colorful butterflies to dance. Occasionally, a few birds flew to the branches, chirping, as if sharing the joy with people.

Walking to a corner, I saw several young disciples gathered together, holding brushes and paints, carefully painting on a blank wall. On the wall, a large painting has begun to take shape, showing the disciples fighting bravely against the enemy, and the sect's treasure house being safe and sound under the protection of the defense array. The details are lifelike, making people feel as if they are there.

"Brothers and sisters, you are here!" A sharp-eyed young disciple was the first to spot Yun Yao and Chu Mochen, and shouted excitedly. Upon hearing this, the other disciples put down their tools and gathered around, their eyes full of respect and closeness.

"You guys painted this really well. It must have taken a lot of effort." Yun Yao exclaimed sincerely as she looked at the unfinished painting.

"Thank you for the compliment, Senior Sister. This was a joint idea of ours. We wanted to draw this event so that we can keep it as a souvenir in the future." An older disciple scratched his head and smiled shyly.

"Yes, thanks to Senior Brother Chu and Senior Sister Yun. If it weren't for you, our sect would be in danger this time. This painting is also a little token of our appreciation." Everyone echoed, their eyes full of gratitude.

Chu Mochen bowed slightly and said modestly: "My fellow brothers and sisters, thank you for your praise. Protecting the sect is our responsibility. Everyone has contributed, and the credit is not just for the two of us."

After exchanging a few words with the disciples, Yun Yao and Chu Mochen continued to walk forward. Not long after, they arrived at the sect's market. Usually, this was one of the most lively places in the sect, and now, for the celebration, it has added a bit of prosperity.

The stalls were filled with a wide variety of goods, including handicrafts, special snacks, and various rare magic weapons and elixirs. The stall owners enthusiastically solicited customers, shouting one after another. Yun Yao was attracted by a small stall selling jewelry and stopped. The stalls were filled with delicate and small objects, woven with colorful silk threads and paired with crystal clear jade, which were very beautiful.

"Girl, look at this pair of hairpins. They are made of the finest mutton-fat jade. They are a perfect match for your temperament." The stall owner was an amiable middle-aged woman. Seeing Yun Yao's gaze lingering on her, she introduced them enthusiastically.

Yun Yao picked up the hairpin and played with it gently. She saw that the hairpin was carved with delicate patterns, and it exuded a warm luster under the sunlight. She turned her head and looked at Chu Mochen with a questioning look in her eyes.

Chu Mochen smiled knowingly, took out some silver and handed it to the stall owner: "We want this hairpin."

Yun Yao's cheeks flushed slightly, and she said angrily, "Why don't you ask me?" Having said that, she still carefully put away the hairpin, her eyes full of joy.

The two continued to move forward, and when they passed a stall selling cakes, waves of sweet fragrance wafted into their noses. Yun Yao paused again, and a hint of desire was revealed in her eyes. Seeing this, Chu Mochen couldn't help laughing, and went forward to buy a few pieces of Yun Yao's favorite osmanthus cake and handed them to her.

Yun Yao took a light bite, and the soft, sweet taste instantly spread on the tip of her tongue. She squinted her eyes in satisfaction: "It's still the familiar taste, so delicious."

Seeing her like this, Chu Mochen's heart was full of doting. He raised his hand and gently brushed away the crumbs of pastry from the corner of her mouth: "If you like it, I'll have someone send some to your room later."

As they walked, they gradually moved away from the hustle and bustle of the market and came to a quiet garden. At the entrance of the garden, there was an ancient archway covered with roses. The pink and white flowers cascaded down like a waterfall. When the breeze blew, the petals fell, as if it was a romantic flower rain.

As you step into the garden, you will be greeted by a view that is suddenly bright. The garden is full of flowers, and flowers of all colors bloom in season, red like fire, pink like clouds, and white like snow, interweaving into a colorful sea of flowers. The winding paths weave through it, and the paved pebbles glimmer in the sunlight, like a mysterious road leading to a fairyland.

In the center of the garden, there is a small pavilion with a stone table and stone benches. The surrounding light gauze flutters in the wind, adding a hazy beauty to this quiet place. Yun Yao and Chu Mochen walked into the pavilion hand in hand and sat opposite each other.

At this time, the dusk gradually deepened, and the sky was dyed a gorgeous orange-red, like a natural oil painting. The moonlight rose slowly like water, shining through the gaps between the branches and leaves, casting mottled light and shadows, falling on the two people, as if coating them with a layer of silver light.

Yun Yao stopped and looked at Chu Mochen through the hazy moonlight, her eyes full of tenderness: "During this celebration, it feels like the entire sect is full of vitality, and everyone is very happy." Her voice was soft, as if she was afraid of disturbing the tranquility of the night.

Chu Mochen smiled and nodded, gazing at her affectionately. Under the moonlight, his eyes seemed to hide bright stars: "Yes, this is all thanks to you. If it weren't for your advice, the celebration wouldn't be so wonderful." His words were full of sincere praise and affection.

Yun Yao lowered her head slightly, a faint blush on her cheeks, and said softly: "I just made some small suggestions. It is because of everyone's concerted efforts that we can have such a lively scene." Her fingers unconsciously circled the corner of her clothes, showing her girlish shyness.

Chu Mochen gently held her hand and pulled her in front of him. The distance between the two of them was instantly shortened, and each other's breathing was clearly audible. His other hand slowly raised and gently stroked her cheek, his movements were gentle, as if he was touching a rare treasure: "Yao'er, after going through this ordeal, I understand more and more that as long as you are by my side, no matter how big the difficulties are, I am not afraid of anything." His eyes were sincere and hot, as if to melt her whole body.

Yun Yao raised her eyes, tears sparkling in them, a light of emotion and happiness: "Brother Chen, I feel the same way. Fighting alongside you, sharing life and death with you, is the choice I will never regret in my life." Her voice trembled slightly, but was full of firm strength.

The two stood in each other's arms, the moonlight shining on them, outlining a beautiful and warm picture, as if time had stopped at this moment, and everything in the world became their foil. However, they were immersed in this sweetness and did not notice that in the dark, a pair of jealous eyes were staring at them closely, full of resentment and unwillingness, and a new conspiracy was quietly brewing.

After a long time, Yun Yao and Chu Mochen walked out of the pavilion hand in hand and walked slowly along the path. Under the moonlight, their figures were stretched out, like a pair of immortal lovers, making others envious.

"Tomorrow's celebration will surely be even more lively. Is there any show you want to watch?" Chu Mochen broke the silence and asked softly.

Yun Yao tilted her head, thought for a moment, and said with a smile: "As long as everyone prepares it carefully, I like it. However, I heard that several junior brothers and sisters prepared a sword dance that combines the essence of our sect's swordsmanship. I am quite looking forward to it."

"Yeah, I've heard about it too. I'm sure it will be very exciting." Chu Mochen nodded in response, with some anticipation in his eyes.

Before they knew it, they had reached the end of the garden, and in front of them was the road back to their residence. Although they were reluctant to leave, they knew that they had many things to do tomorrow and needed to conserve their energy.

"Go to bed early, you'll be busy tomorrow." Chu Mochen gently squeezed Yun Yao's hand and said softly.

"Okay, you should go to bed early too." Yun Yao responded with a faint smile and turned back to her room.

The door was closed, and Yun Yao leaned against it, still with a sweet smile on her lips. She gently took out the pair of hairpins, placed them on the dressing table, and looked at them carefully, her eyes full of joy. After a long time, she got up to wash and prepare to rest.

In another room, Liu Yan'er sat in front of the window with a gloomy face, holding a small porcelain bottle in her hand. The bottle contained the "Illusionary Heart Powder" that she had stolen with great effort. The moonlight shone on her face, reflecting her distorted face, and jealousy and hatred bit her heart like a poisonous snake.

"Yun Yao, tomorrow is the day of your death. I will make you lose your reputation in front of everyone and let you taste the feeling of being despised by others!" She whispered through gritted teeth, with a crazy light flashing in her eyes.

After that, she stood up, carefully put away the porcelain bottle, and began to make final preparations for tomorrow's conspiracy. She repeatedly rehearsed the plan in her mind, imagining the scene after Yun Yao made a fool of herself, and a sinister smile appeared on the corner of her mouth from time to time, completely ignoring the disaster her behavior would bring to the sect. Only the crazy obsession and twisted jealousy remained in her heart.

As the night deepened, the entire sect was immersed in silence, with only a few rooms still showing faint lights. Tomorrow's celebration is a feast of joy, but also a vortex of hidden dangers. Whether Yun Yao and Chu Mochen can once again see through the conspiracy and protect this hard-won peace, everything is still unknown...