It was late at night. The house of the Zhan clan was in dead silence.
Inside a small room in the Qinglian Courtyard, Zhan Qiu was bathing in moonlight in front of the mirror. As he tore off the lifelike mask from his head, a beautiful but dangerous man showed his real face. It was Zhu Yuxian.
The people of the Cloud Empire believe the full moon will always grant peace to the country, and those travelling abroad will also receive its blessings. 'No calamity would befall tonight, with the full moon in the sky.'
However, Zhu Yuxian knew the fact would be on the contrary. Wars were going to start tonight as he planned.
It was destined to be a sleepless night.
Far away in the palace at the capital, the lights were always on in Wenying Hall.
Bai Yongxi was sitting in front of piles of files alone, with his hand on the forehead. He didn't seem to be looking at the papers, but something hidden behind.
The war tonight was already inevitable. He could have stopped it, but only through the spread of chaos could he have an insight into the plot behind.
The small profit brought by temporary peace meant nothing compared to stopping the real plot.
But things would happen after the war, so he must think very carefully before taking the next step, the critical step.
It was hours before dawn. Bai Yongxi finally turned a page of the book.
After three months, on New Year's Eve the war in the empire eased off, as if everyone was preparing for the Spring Festival.
But Bai Yongxi didn't let down his guards. He was clear that under the seemingly peaceful surface a storm was fermenting, and it would strike at any time.
A storm was too wild a stimulation to the country. What he wanted was a breeze, a breeze that would change the country mildly and breed their descendants or generations and generations.
After millions of games on the chessboard, Bai Yongxi managed to stimulate all the possible situations in his mind, including how his opponents would react. Anyone who dared to challenge him wouldn't stand a chance.
As Bai Yongxi stared at the direction where the Brocade City lay, a thick cloud seemed to be coming over.
At that time, the rumor about the divine palace above the Brocade City was spread over the country. It was said the Bixiao Goddess was trying to save the country, so she has come forth to the world with the Blue Sky Tower.
Zhu Yuxian couldn't help but sneer. The Blue Sky Tower was never built to protect the country, instead it was an omen of war.
'Destiny is nothing more than a rumor people make up to deceive themselves.'
'They bet everything including their lives on some illusions, just to explain how incompetent they are.'
'And the curse of blood is like an impregnable chain that deprives people of the power to fight against Destiny, turning them into permanent prisoners.' 'It's like an endless-loop, dragging them to desperation.'
'This crap should have been removed long ago.'
'The order could never be rebuilt until this loop is ended.'
Bai Yongxi's reaction was actually part of Zhu Yuxian's plan. The situation was totally under his control.
It was midnight of another day. The lights were out in Wenying Hall, and the moonlight went dim after going through the window. As the door was closed, Zhu Yuxian smiled from inside.