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White Hair

I ran through the night toward a dark place.

Lei Muyun didn't lie. He really did pull all of the assassins from the League of Assassins out of the palace. I'm not sure if there are remnants, but I don't think it's likely. That is because I spoke to him as Lord San Shen, while he spoke to me as a Vice-leader.

If dealt with inappropriately, it would be a problem between the two organisations. Lei Muyun isn't in a position where he'd be able to carry the responsibility for that.

I saw plenty of the Imperial Guards moving about along the way. I heard them say that the Orange Prince had indeed been captured alive at the Flying Fish Pavilion. The Forbidden City was now safe.

However, the crisis wasn't over, yet… My crisis wasn't over, yet.

Let's put all that aside for now. First things first, I need to deal with my white hair!

Speaking of which, some may still be unaware, so I'll sincerely inform you once.

My hair is white.

My hair was originally white.

Uhm, that's right. I'm the so-called young man with white hair.

I remember that I had black hair when I was young until I started training Yijin Jing, I was severely wounded, and puked blood. After I recovered, I'd get severely wounded and puke blood again. After several repeats, I gradually stopped puking blood and my body began to become tougher.

I remember that was around when I mastered sixty to seventy percent of it. That's when my hair colour began to change. After training for another half a year, my hair turned half-black and half-white.

At the time, my Shifu had two drinks then looked at me with a drowsy look and laughed, "That's normal. The monks who mastered Yijin Jing are all old men. Old men have white hair. Didn't you see the old men with white hair when I take you to Shaolin every year? You got it! That's the white hair I'm talking about. Keep training!"

I foolishly thought that was true and continued training. After I had mastered Taiji Divine Art, my hair finally turned all white. I'd also occasionally check myself out in the mirror.

It was only until many years later that I discovered monks… had no hair, to begin with!! What fucking old monk with white hair?! They're old monks with white beards!!

After my hair turned white, all of the disciples would come to check out my new hair colour every day. A few girls at Mount Daluo seemed to quite like it so they, too, often hung around me.

As a result, my ill senior uncle would always poke his head into my room. He would jealously remark, "Why don't you go to heaven and be a god if you're so tough?"

Shiyi would always bully me at the time. She drew on my hair with a brush, and the ink that got in my hair wouldn't wash off for days. My scalp would get itchy too.

Sigh… I wonder how she is now. I wonder if she would be consoled to know that I drove off the assassins from the League of Assassins today.

Okay, enough with the drivel. Let's get back on topic.

Princess Hongzhuang beat the living daylights out of Chen Yun and company at the laundry. The others were captured.

I couldn't steal makeup from the Harem because Princess Hongzhuang wouldn't let up on me. Thus, I resorted to using a mask and Bone Manipulation Arts to alter my appearance and forced myself to wear a black robe.

That wasn't enough, though. The chance of being recognised was still significant enough for me to be worried. I didn't know how many people I'd meet in the end, but there was no way I could let the emperor recognise me. Therefore, I had to change my hair after much deliberation.

My black hair… is dyed using black dye.

I had water and shampoo back at the laundry I took refuge at. I was in a rush and didn't have many options.

I couldn't confirm where the emperor was, either so I had to resort to washing the dye off, thereby reverting my hair back to its true colour. I then wore the bronze mask and dressed up similarly to how I dressed when I was Lord San Shen.

I undid my hair so that I looked a little wild, which was more like how I looked back then.

Once done with my disguise, I headed to the Imperial Study.

I washed off the black dye back there when I was pressed for time. Now I need to find a bottle of dye, but how am I going to do that?!

I only trust the old man in the capital, when it comes to dyes. His name has now become a stamp of credibility. Though, every bottle is so expensive that I want to kill myself - not to mention that I have long hair, so I need more than one bottle - the result is very good.

The dye lasts for five months, but I only got three months out of it this time. I lost two months… Ah, for God's sake! I'm not washing out my hair dye next time even if the emperor's entire family dies