After Faking My Death, I Became the Tyrant's White Moonlight

Everyone knows that the person Night Lord hates most is his former Imperial Tutor, Yun Yin.

In the seventh year of the Shuo Kang era, at the Xianxing Platform, Yun Yin once wielded his sword to sever the soul meridians of Night Lord, who was still a prince at the time. That single strike also completely severed the bond between master and disciple. After Yun Yin died, Egret White Hall became a forbidden place deep within the palace. Yet no one knew that every full moon, Night Lord Xuan Yu would sit quietly in the deserted hall, gazing at the portrait of a man dressed in white on the wall.

Later, Night Lord grew increasingly deranged and ordered the execution of the Imperial Preceptor. At the time, the four hall masters of the Star Lodge traveled to the capital to plead for mercy. With them came another man, clad in spotless white robes, with a face as handsome as jade. Everyone was stunned. This man looked exactly like the former Imperial Tutor!

Everyone assumed that, given Night Lord's violent temperament, he would execute the man alongside the Imperial Preceptor. Instead, the man seated high above abruptly rose, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at the figure in white. After a long pause, he asked hoarsely, "You want to plead for him?"

"This humble commoner dares to ask Your Majesty for mercy."

"Do you know that pleading for mercy comes at a price?"

Bai Xingzhi gazed at Xuan Yu and smiled faintly. "I do. Your Majesty may do with me as you wish."

In the summer of the fifth year of the Jing He era, the white-robed man whose face resembled the Imperial Tutor entered the imperial city with the ruler. After that, Wudu was blessed with a sweet rain...

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