In Another World, Everyone Want to Kill Me!-Chapter 337: Luring Keshun Sanfen

No matter how hard they searched, nothing about his looks could be found. Yet Cucubine Keshun had certainly been daring.

Clearly, she was a consort in the harem, yet she dared to commit such a grave, almost treasonous act.

Moreover, she had carried her child in secret for ten months and not a single person had known.

Even if the emperor had lavished favor solely on Empress Suyin, things shouldn’t have been like this.

Was there not a single maid or servant in Concubine Keshun’s quarters?

It seemed that Keshun Sanfeng’s power was considerable.

In that case, the emperor’s current position was extremely precarious.

"I was thinking about how to prove your identity," Yue Mingxuan said with a smile. "I just thought of a possible method."

"Oh? What method?" Shang Qinghua raised an eyebrow.

He had been pondering for some time, unsure of how to confirm his identity.

Even with the jade pendant, the emperor of Beirong might not believe him and even if he did believe him, restoring his true status might still be impossible.

These matters could be considered royal secrets and a significant portion of those secrets were scandals.

Although the emperor of Beirong was highly intelligent, he would never allow such scandals to be exposed.

These were domestic affairs of the royal family and he would not let such humiliating rumors spread.

"Do you know Keshun Sanfeng?" Yue Mingxuan asked.

Upon hearing the name, Shang Qinghua’s expression shifted slightly.

He had an organization under his command, called Black River Society.

Opposite to Black River Society was another organization called Nine Abyssal Gate.

Although Nine Abyssal Gate was said to be Black River Society’s counterpart, in reality, Black River Society’s influence was roughly equal to that of the Black Archon faction he belonged to.

Within The Black Archon, there were many smaller organizations similar to Black River Society.

All of these groups were positioned against Nine Abyssal Gate, yet none had succeeded in completely destroying it.

That place called Nine Abyssal Gate could be considered a remarkably powerful force.

Shang Qinghua had tried many times to find the true location of Nine Abyssal Gate, but every attempt had ended in failure.

He did not know to whom Nine Abyssal Gate belonged, but he did know that from the very beginning, his organization had been in opposition to them.

The people inside Nine Abyssal Gate were the most likely to know who "Imperator Jin" really was.

Just thinking of Imperator Jin made him feel uneasy.

He clearly liked Yue Mingxuan, yet because of a vague and elusive betrothal, he was ultimately destined to marry someone called Imperator Jin.

Moreover, he did not even know what Imperator Jin looked like or who that person truly was.

Imperator Jin’s identity was shrouded in mystery, and their whereabouts were unknown.

In the vast sea of people, where could he possibly find this person called "Imperator Jin"?

Whenever he dwelled on this, Shang Qinghua felt helpless.

He wanted to resist fate, unwilling to marry Imperator Jin, but he still did not know how things would turn out.

Before knowing the full truth, he wanted to spend some time entangled with Yue Mingxuan.

After all, this was at least his wish a fleeting desire he allowed himself even though he knew that his own mother had died because of such circumstances.

He had also heard about some of the internal affairs of The Black Archon.

When he first learned of the story between Empress Suyin and the emperor of Beirong, he had been full of awe and sorrow.

This was also why he had not harmed Rong Zishen.

At first, he had sighed, thinking how kind Empress Suyin had been, only to give birth to such a child. But now, he was stunned to realize that he himself was the true son of Empress Suyin.

"I think you can use that jade pendant on you to lure Keshun Sanfeng out," Yue Mingxuan suggested from the side, offering his plan. "Right now, what Keshun Sanfeng fears most must be the exposure of Rong Zishen’s identity."

"How exactly do we get him to come out?"

"Consort Keshun," Yue Mingxuan said calmly, stating a name.

As he connected the pieces in his mind, everything suddenly seemed much simpler.

Considering the relationship between Consort Keshun and Keshun Sanfeng, once they could find Consort Keshun, locating Keshun Sanfeng would be no problem.

"Consort Keshun?" Shang Qinghua was a bit puzzled, lacking Yue Mingxuan’s network of information. But Yue Mingxuan continued, "There seems to be some sort of connection between Consort Keshun and Keshun Sanfeng. Something... that is not proper to speak of."

As he spoke, he glanced at Shang Qinghua with a faintly ambiguous look.

Shang Qinghua, of course, could not resist at that moment and tightly drew him into his embrace, saying, "Alright, I’ll follow your plan."

Yue Mingxuan did not struggle.

Over this period of time, his feelings for Shang Qinghua had grown considerably, probably because he sensed that Shang Qinghua had changed from before.

Previously, Shang Qinghua had always bullied him, but now... he was much different.

Perhaps it was also because Yue Mingxuan had grown stronger and more capable himself.

"I’ll handle everything regarding Consort Keshun. You... are already effectively a ghost now. Managing matters in the palace yourself would be quite inconvenient," Shang Qinghua said as he gazing at Yue Mingxuan with indulgent eyes.

Yue Mingxuan’s face flushed suddenly and he was at a loss for words.

Shang Qinghua held him close and said, "I won’t let you down."

"Prince of Beirong, I wish you success," Yue Mingxuan said, his cheeks still tinged red, almost like they could bleed, yet a faint smile lingered on his lips.

He could not help but admit that he quite liked Shang Qinghua in his current state who is different, calm, and protective.

"Alright." Shang Qinghua lightly pressed a kiss onto Yue Mingxuan’s earlobe.

He then rose up and quietly left.

Yue Mingxuan remained, feeling the lingering warmth of Shang Qinghua’s presence at his ear, his face burning uncontrollably.