Zheng Fan tilted his head up,
In fact,
he no longer had a head or a body; in front of him was a scene of chaos.
Only at his ear, a voice full of ti’s erosion humd the lody of "Lilac".
Now,
it can begin.
Zheng Fan’s consciousness crossed the room and looked towards the adjacent one. The position where he previously was had beco blurred.
Next door, Shatuo Que Shi still held the princess’s neck.
"Darkness,"
Zheng Fan spoke.
He made no sound; his voice was pure will, a command, with a sense of words becoming reality within the realm of his mind.
"Buzz!"
In an instant,
Darkness completely engulfed!
This was pure blackness, consuming all color and light.
The princess fell down; she found that the bedroom was gone, the barbarian Left Valley King who was choking her had also disappeared, and only pitch-black depth remained around her.
An unusual feeling began to weave around the princess’s heart.
But even so, she did not activate the protective jade pendant on her body, nor the Pixiu anklet, and she did not call on the Qi cultivators Dahu and Erhu outside.
She was a proud woman, and also a confident one.
Perhaps her pride and confidence made Ji Chengjue and Lord Zheng greatly displeased, but you cannot deny that she wasn’t a simple, reckless aristocratic descendant.
Just by this,
the fact that she could make the Sixth Prince shed tears of grievance is enough evidence of her excellence.
Zheng Fan watched her,
she seed to be searching for Zheng Fan as well.
"The defense of the mind is like a castle; the most ingenious way to break it is to open a breach from within."
Zheng Fan muttered to himself,
or perhaps he was intentionally saying it for a blind person to hear,
though the blind person would likely not hear it,
but that didn’t matter. He talked to himself to clear his own thoughts, right?
"But I don’t know the princess very well, and including yesterday, I’ve only t her three tis. Most of the information about her cos from rumors outside.
The effect of an illusion lies in resonance; first, it requires setting a scene that the target can imrse in, blurring truth and falsehood, falsehood and truth, imrsion must be present, otherwise it cannot work.
I’ve been to the Earl of North Border’s residence, and I’ve wandered around with Ji Chengjue there. It should be the place the princess is most familiar with and has spent the longest ti since childhood, so the initial scene can be set there.
But the background is dead,
the princess, she might feel hosick being thousands of miles away for long periods, but nostalgia is rely her bedti amusent, it absolutely cannot leave her disoriented and vulnerable.
So, after choosing the scene, I still need to find the breach in her heart.
Therefore, I chose to turn everything around her black at first, to let her tell herself, what her heart’s breach is, or what her fear truly is!"
Darkness,
prolonged darkness,
when in absolute darkness, one feels ti drag on and even loses the perception of ti completely.
And at this mont,
Zheng Fan began to silently lighten the density of this darkness.
Bit by bit, lightening it slowly,
correspondingly, a grey area began to gradually form, though black still dominated the surroundings.
The princess initially kept turning her body, observing around, but slowly, she stood still, as if she was waiting.
Zheng Fan knew he wouldn’t have a lot of ti, but he continued thodically, adjusting the tones bit by bit.
Simultaneously,
he began to add a play of light and shadow bit by bit.
Light and shadow, flickering, and grey, appearing like spots, seed both abstract and plausible, with the primary surrounding color still being black.
"Tell , tell , tell what the breach in your heart is, what you are fearful of, what you truly fear?"
The interplay of light and shadow, cast on the black and grey hues, gave the impression of grey shadows appearing in one’s vision.
This kind of light and shadow had no specific shape; it’s almost like when kids look up at the sky with their teacher, discussing how clouds resemble one thing and then another, but it ultimately depends on your own imagination.
This atmosphere,
this environnt,
absolute quietness, the transition from dark to light, is also a transition from tension to relaxation in the mind.
"Exhale..."
Zheng Fan seed to have stood by the princess’s side. He was looking at where she was looking, trying his best to touch the rhythm of her heart.
You are truly excellent, but you are not like Tian Wujing, who after destroying his entire family, can still forcefully suppress his Internal Devil and even advance in rank;
nor are you like the Yan Emperor, who can treat offspring as disposable pawns for the sake of grand ambitions.
Perhaps in the future, in another twenty, thirty, or forty years, when you grow old, you might beco like them, but now, you are still too young.
Zheng Fan believed he could obtain the result he desired.
No matter how confident or wild you are, my tactics are deeper, and you cannot escape them.
Finally,
there was a response,
the princess’s eyes started to squint slowly.
She saw,
in front of her appeared a small figure running towards her,
He ran towards her,
he opened his arms to her,
even,
he was calling out to her,
in a voice imbued with the purest childlike innocence:
"Sister... Sister... Sister..."
Yet, no joy or emotion appeared on the princess’s face,
no expression a sister should have in that mont appeared on her face,
instead,
there was aversion,
then rejection,
then fear.
She even,
faced with that seemingly closer and closer small figure,
backed away two steps instinctively.
On one side,
Zheng Fan, almost overlapping with the princess’s body, remained still. The princess could not see his existence, or rather, he did not exist at all.
He turned his head,
looked back at the princess who had retreated behind him,
a slight surprise on his face, followed by an amused smile,
muttered to himself:
"Interesting, what she fears is actually her own brother."
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