The Emperor and Lulunaka did not stay in the garden for long. It was late at night, and the garden was not a good place to talk.
Although it was winter, it did not mean that there were no bugs to disturb them.
The Emperor and Lulunaka walked down the long corridors of the palace.
The tall Emperor and the petite Lulunaka looked like a pair of grandfather and granddaughter despite their age difference.
The Emperor walked slowly, but his strides were large enough that Lulunaka had to jog beside him.
Of course, the two of them were not the only ones in the palace. There were maids and guards who looked at the two of them from afar. It was obvious that they were avoiding them.
"Why are these people so far away from you?"
Lurunaka looked around like a curious baby. "Don't tell me you don't treat them well?"
"I like peace and quiet," the Emperor said. "Even more so now."
The Emperor led Lulunaka to his study. The guard standing in front of the door saw the Emperor's gesture and left.
Lulunaka looked at the guard's straight back and sighed. "Hmph … Do you really trust me that much?"
"What's there to worry about? There's no one here who would harm me. Assassins can't enter at all." The old emperor pushed open the door and gestured for Lurunaka to enter.
"Have you never considered the possibility that I am an assassin?" Lulunaka stepped over the threshold and entered the study.
"Assassins cannot come close to me … And if they can, then they are not assassins."
Lulunaka grinned. "I like this kind of twisted logic. No one can refute it."
"That is true." The Emperor smiled.
Lulunaka entered the study and began to look around.
Should she say that this was the Emperor's study? Be it the decorations or the decorations, they were all perfect. There was no nouveau riche's bad taste in piling up gold and silver, and there was no sense of pretending to be cultured.
There was a beautiful carpet, a comfortable looking chair and desk, and a few bookshelves that were not filled with books.
Other than books, there were also many strange things here. Specimens of magical beasts took up an entire wall of a map. There were chess pieces and a large number of magnets stuck on them.
What attracted Lulunaka's attention the most was a huge hourglass standing on the ground. It was not filled with sand, but with sparkling gems.
"Wow … What a luxurious life."
Lulunaka's eyes lit up. She trotted to the front of the hourglass and reached out to touch this expensive object.
The "sand" inside the hourglass was already valuable enough. The hourglass itself seemed to be polished out of white jade. It could no longer be described as precious — this was a treasure that only the royal family was qualified to possess.
The gemstones in the hourglass slowly fell. Miraculously, these tiny gemstones would slide up along the inner wall of the glass and return to their original position before continuing to fall.
"It's a gift from an old Magician. It's too heavy. Other than looking at it, it's useless."
"Is it Luo Zewen Kai?"
Lulunaka said a name, which stunned the old Emperor. "It's him. So you know him."
"I watched that bad-tempered kid grow up. Of course I know him.
He likes flashy things, but he's a decent person. He's not the type to become a lunatic after learning magic. "
Lulunaka replied. "But he's not my student. Don't misunderstand. Don't let him blow his own trumpet."
"You know that old man so well. I thought he was your student."
Hearing Lulunaka's evaluation of the old Magician, the old Emperor laughed and sat on the chair behind the desk.
"Because of some things a while ago, many people knew that I was back. He's one of them."
Lulunaka was no longer satisfied with just touching the beautiful hourglass. She climbed up and sat on top of it. "I still have to be clear about my relationship with him. Otherwise, he'll deliberately create a non-existent relationship for his own purposes. Won't I become a convenient tool for him?"
"You know him very well."
"I don't know him as well as you do, Your Majesty."
Lulunaka smiled. "I only know the old Luo Zewen Kai, but you're the one who knows him well.
People will always change, but I have not witnessed the process of change. To me, he is already a stranger.
But you're different. Someone as amazing as you can control someone like that, right? "
The old Emperor stroked his beard and placed the hookah on the table. "You don't have a high opinion of him?"
Lurunaka quickly shook her head. "How can I give an evaluation to a stranger without permission?
You should know best what kind of level he is at. "
The old Emperor nodded. "He's a respectable old man."
He was already an old man, but in front of those old Magicians who were almost like monsters, he was just a 'young man'.
"That's good enough."
Lulunaka said. "As long as you're happy. Not caring about other people's opinions and opinions is a privilege that only the Emperor has."
As Lulunaka said this, her eyes continued to wander around. Then, she saw something that interested her.
It was a painting behind the old Emperor. The painting took up half of the wall, right above his head. It was rather conspicuous.
Lulunaka narrowed her eyes and stared at the painting behind the old Emperor from afar.
"Oh … That painting behind you, what's that about?"
The old Emperor did not turn around. Having spent decades in this study, he naturally knew what was behind him. "It's a historical story that records the rise of the New Moon.
You should be more familiar with the history of that time than I am. "
In the painting was a valiant man draped in beast armor. He was riding a strong black horse with a group of riders behind him, galloping across the plains.
On the other half of the painting, there were all kinds of magical beasts being chased by the man. The roles of hunter and prey had been completely reversed.
The painting was undoubtedly the work of a famous artist. It was very exquisite, and every inch of it was probably worth thousands of gold pieces.
However, Lulunaka was not concerned about the value of the painting itself. She was concerned about something else.
"Is this a historical story, or a fairy tale?"
"To me, it's both history and fairy tale," the old Emperor replied. "But to you, it's probably just a matter of a day."
The old Emperor stood up and walked to the cabinet by the side. He took out a roll of parchment.
The edges of the parchment were already yellowed. It looked like it was old, but because it was well preserved, it did not crumble.
The old Emperor unfolded the parchment and placed it on the desk. Lulunaka ran over.
Seeing the contents of the parchment, Lulunaka let out a sigh. "Oh … I see. This is how you recognize my face."
On the parchment was another painting. The man in the painting was the same as the man in the painting. The rider behind him was also the same.
Only this time, they were not facing magical beasts. Instead, they were facing a petite girl sitting on a high altar.
The girl's face was not very clear, but one could vaguely make out Lulunaka's appearance.