Chapter 2061: Unbeatable Land

At this moment, the Crown Princess, mentioned by Eunuch Lu, was sitting in front of a bronze mirror, removing her makeup. Her maid, Rong Mo, stood behind her, thoughtfully taking off the precious hair ornaments one by one and carefully placing them into categorized boxes.

Bi Linglong, tilting her head to remove an earring, showed a worried expression. "I wonder how he's doing now," she murmured.

Rong Mo, standing behind her, deliberately asked, "He? Which 'he' are you talking about, Miss?"

Bi Linglong shot her a glare. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

Rong Mo then giggled. "Don't worry, Miss. The Regent's power is unmatched; he's bound to succeed in anything he does."

"But this time, he's facing unknown demons from beyond the heavens," Bi Linglong said, her brows still furrowed with worry.

"The Regent's cultivation level is actually secondary. His main strength lies in his resourcefulness. I really can't imagine him suffering any losses." Rong Mo thought of the times she had been outsmarted by him, and her lips couldn't help but pout.

Bi Linglong smiled faintly. "I remember you used to call him a heinous villain, the most detestable person in the world. How is it that now you're using words of praise? Have you perhaps started to admire and like him too?"

"No way!" Rong Mo's small face immediately flushed. "It's just that you, Miss, are already his, so how can I speak ill of your husband?"

Hearing her call him "husband," a blush appeared on Bi Linglong's face.

It took her a moment to compose herself. She gave a light cough and changed the subject. "I hear Father often invites King Wu to our residence as a guest?"

"Yes, King Wu's consort is incredibly beautiful! Many young men from the Bi family rushed to see her, and there are even rumors that she's prettier than you. Hmph, those people must be blind!" Rong Mo spoke quickly and clearly, rattling off a stream of gossip. She knew her mistress was shy and naturally didn't dare to continue talking about the Regent.

"I've met her a few times; King Wu's consort is indeed beautiful, so such rumors are not surprising," Bi Linglong said, unconcerned. "Compared to her beauty, I'm more worried about King Wu's ambition. Find an opportunity to convey a message to Father for me: warn him that King Wu is a deep schemer, not someone who will willingly remain subservient. Tell him to be extremely vigilant."

"Yes, I'll deliver the message tomorrow." Rong Mo paused, then couldn't help but ask, "But everyone says King Wu is here to help you against the Empress Dowager. If you create a rift with him now, what if the Empress Dowager manages to win him over later?"

As Bi Linglong's personal maid, Rong Mo had been privy to many things and was not kept in the dark about her mistress's secrets, naturally knowing more than an ordinary maid.

Bi Linglong snorted. "It's all because Father invited King Wu to the capital under my name, and it wasn't convenient for me to deny it, which created that impression among outsiders."

"King Wu does have power and can help to some extent in counterbalancing the Empress Dowager. However, his ambition is too great; he probably covets the emperor's throne. He might end up harming himself in the process."

"How dare he?" Rong Mo's eyebrows shot up, and her voice rose. "He should know his place! With the Regent and Miss here, how could the throne ever be his?"

Bi Linglong smiled too. "With the precedents of King Dai and the Meng family, if he still harbors such thoughts, he's truly courting death."

Rong Mo then leaned close to her shoulder and said with a smile, "I finally understand why Miss isn't anxious. With the Regent by your side, who needs any other external help?"

Bi Linglong immediately felt a mix of shyness and annoyance. "You mischievous girl, do you believe I'll tear your mouth apart?"

"My mouth can't be torn apart," Rong Mo said with an inexplicable smile, imitating something she had heard before, "but... oh no, it's going to break..."

Hearing Rong Mo imitate her tone, Bi Linglong finally couldn't hold back. She stood up to chase and playfully hit her, and the mistress and maid soon dissolved into laughter and playful chaos.

Meanwhile, in the sealed land, Zu An and the Snow Spirit were walking through the wind and snow. Several times along the way, he tried to strike up a conversation, but she was simply too cold—not just in temperature, but with a frigidity that kept people a thousand miles away. He couldn't help but click his tongue inwardly, thinking, "She's even colder than Chu Chuyan..."

When he first met Chu Chuyan, she was a famous ice beauty, but this person in front of him was literally an iceberg.

"Why are you staring at me?" The Snow Spirit suddenly turned around, frowning slightly as she looked at him. Clearly, his continuous glances had not escaped her notice.

"I wasn't staring at you; I was just thinking about how to talk to you," Zu An replied, feeling a bit awkward. He thought to himself that he was truly being wronged, and it wouldn't be good if the Snow Spirit mistook him for a lecher.

"If you want to talk to me, just talk. Why do you need to think about it? You humans are truly strange," the Snow Spirit said, seemingly baffled by his behavior.

Zu An was momentarily stunned, then a smile appeared on his face. Indeed, interactions between people were inherently simple; it was humans who made them overly complicated later on.

"I wanted to ask about your cultivation level and abilities, so we can cooperate more effectively later."

"I've heard other leaders from the Great Snow Mountain say that humans are the most cunning creatures, so I cannot tell you my specific cultivation level or abilities. Otherwise, if you prepare to target me, I would be in great danger," the Snow Spirit directly refused.

Zu An was speechless.

For the sake of their future cooperation, he could only offer what he believed to be his most sincere smile and explain, "Just like the beings of your Great Snow Mountain, there are good ones and bad ones. Humans are the same; there are good people and bad people. You can't condemn them all with a single stroke."

"But your smile looks like a bad person's," the Snow Spirit said bluntly.

Zu An: "???"

"Didn't you say I was quite handsome?"

"Someone once told me that the more handsome someone is, the more likely they are to lie."

"But wasn't the person who told you that also a human? And yet you were willing to believe him. Doesn't that prove my point even more?"

The Snow Spirit froze for a moment, appearing somewhat bewildered, as if her mind had stalled.

After a long pause, she finally spoke: "You've seen my abilities before; they are mainly related to ice and snow. I have almost everything you can think of."

Zu An blinked. "I have almost everything you can think of"—what kind of answer was that?

The Snow Spirit then continued, "Instead of worrying about my abilities, you should be more concerned about the enemy's. The bone dragon's other abilities are manageable, but it has one very tricky one: it returns triple the damage you inflict upon it. The reason I was injured by it was precisely because I didn't expect this. Just when I thought I could defeat it and deliver a fatal blow, it reflected the damage back, and I was severely wounded, caught completely off guard."

Zu An was startled. Earlier, she had only mentioned that the bone dragon was somewhat resistant to her skills because it was unafraid of wind and snow, but she hadn't given such detailed information.

After all, it was her own attack, so she could naturally gauge how much was returned.

This truly was troublesome. With such a skill, wouldn't the bone dragon be invincible as soon as a battle began?