Chapter 158 I'll come to you again next time

Huang Lin never dreamed that he, a dignified cultivator of the fourth realm and a guest of honor of two generations of Northern Wilderness Kings, would capsize in a puddle by the roadside.

When he was entangled by the dragon soul, he immediately chose water escape, but the next moment he found that the water escape was ineffective.

Clearly, even though the black dragon was dead and only its soul remained, it still possessed powerful water control abilities, and the soul did not give it a chance to escape.

Having failed to escape and causing such a commotion, the Dragon Soul will soon attract the attention of the imperial court.

Huang Lin acted rashly, thinking that since he would be discovered sooner or later anyway, he might as well break free from the dragon soul first, and then take the opportunity to leave the capital to hide, which might allow him to avoid the search.

So he broke through the suppression of the capital's formation, but then he found that he still couldn't break free from the dragon soul that was trapping him.

Even if this dragon was a fourth-level being in life, its remnant soul after death shouldn't be this powerful, unless...

Before he could think any further, the dragon soul turned and bit him.

It was just a solidified soul, and it shouldn't have reacted after being bitten, but Huang Lin screamed in agony; his soul had been attacked.

Huang Lin did not want to surrender, and tried many methods against Long Hun, but they were all blocked.

Just as he was struggling with the dragon soul, Achan turned around and looked at the trapped Huanglin, whose expression was ferocious. The scars on his face looked particularly distorted at this moment.

It was Ah Chan who scratched it herself. When she scratched it, the skin was torn and the flesh was ripped open. She thought she could scratch off half of his face, but she didn't expect it to be almost healed.

When being chased, the most troublesome place was this desolate forest. His escape techniques were very powerful, and A-Chan used almost all her strength to finally escape their sight.

At that time, they probably thought she had no chance of surviving, which is why they relaxed, since she had chosen the worst possible escape destination.

When Achan saw the Dragon Soul from Bai Xiuming, she thought that if she had also had the Dragon Soul with her at that time, she probably wouldn't have ended up in such a miserable state.

But it's okay, having the Dragon Soul now isn't bad either.

She wasn't worried about the dragon soul breaking free. Although the ring was on her hand, its owner had always been Bai Xiuming.

His dragon soul captured people; how could it easily let them go without his permission?

Huang Lin met A Chan's intrigued gaze, a look that reminded him of the fox demon. She had been sitting beside the prince, watching them like this as he introduced them to her.

But the person in front of her bore no resemblance to the fox demon whatsoever. She was just an ordinary person; how dare she look at him like that?

Huang Lin was unwilling to accept that he had been schemed against to this extent by an ordinary person. He preferred to believe that someone was behind it all, and that as long as that person had not yet appeared, he still had a sliver of a chance to escape.

"Young lady, I have no grudge against you. What do you want? We can talk about it."

"You come to take my life and say you have no grudge against me? That's a bit ridiculous." As Achan chatted with him, she was calculating in her mind how long it would take for the people from the Mingjing Division to arrive.

"It's just a misunderstanding; I was misled too."

"Yeah?"

“If you will let me go, I am willing to make a vow to do three things for you, anything is fine.”

"Really?" Achan seemed tempted and couldn't help but ask, "Anything? What if I wanted to be the Queen of the Northern Wilderness?"

Huang Lin found it absurd, but still said, "It's not difficult."

"With such arrogance, do you think you can be the King of the Northern Wilderness?"

"Of course, I am..." Huang Lin hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly realized something and abruptly shut his mouth.

Achan's lips curled up. Just then, the door was opened from the outside, and a cold wind rushed in, almost extinguishing the candlelight in the room.

A large group of people had appeared outside the house at some unknown time. Ah Chan turned her head to look over, the smile on her face still lingering.

She thought to herself, "They came so quickly."

Bai Xiuming stepped into the house. He glanced indifferently at the desolate forest imprisoned by the dragon soul before turning his gaze back to Achan.

Ah Chan gracefully stood up, her smile fading, and began to complain: "My lord, I was resting at home when this thief suddenly broke in, intending to kill me."

Achan believed that everything she said was true, but when she heard it from Huanglin, she only felt it was absurd. Who was trying to kill whom?

Bai Xiuming readily followed her gaze to the desolate forest: "Someone, put on the shackles."

Feng Yang and Jiang Kai carried forward the shackles made of fine gold and locked up the immovable desolate forest. The dragon soul that had been so ferocious just moments before, constantly gnawing at his head, suddenly shrank and fell into A Chan's hands, disappearing into the ring.

After being locked up, Huang Lin could no longer mobilize any of his cultivation. In despair, he was dragged out by the two men, his eyes still fixed on A Chan inside the house.

Seeing this, Jiang Kai, who was holding one of his arms, grinned maliciously and slapped him hard on the head: "What are you looking at? You failed to kill but still have the heart to do it. You'll never get out of Zhenyu Prison for the rest of your life."

Huang Lin refused to accept this outcome and roared, "If you hadn't set this up first, how could I have fallen into such a lowly trap?"

Jiang Kai gave Feng Yang a look, asking if he knew what was going on, but Feng Yang was also at a loss.

What did they plan? They didn't even know who this person was, nor did they understand why he would go to Miss Ji's house to attack her.

They had only sensed something amiss in Changping Ward while on night duty, and were brought here by the adults to arrest people.

The people had already been dragged outside. Feng Yang turned his head and glanced at the two people inside the room, who were bathed in candlelight. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the incense burner on the table.

Feng Yang took a breath and suddenly a thought occurred to him: Could this person be after the incense burner?

They certainly didn't design this person, but what about Miss Ji?

Miss Ji took the incense burner back from the master yesterday, and today four realms came to kill her. This cannot be a coincidence.

I just don't know why Miss Ji would risk her life. Is it because she thinks their investigation is too inefficient? Feng Yang has begun to reflect on whether he is not ambitious enough.

Those who were in the way stepped outside. Bai Xiuming grabbed Achan's hand, which was adorned with a bracelet, and kneaded it a few times before suddenly saying, "You want to be the Queen Consort of the Northern Wilderness?"

He had clearly overheard Achan and Huanglin's conversation.

"How could that be? I was just chatting with him casually for a few minutes."

"He came to kill you, and you still have the mind to chat with him?"

His sinister tone made Achan instantly alert. She climbed onto Bai Xiuming's arm with both hands and hugged him tightly: "Anyway, with you here, he can't hurt me."

The chill emanating from Bai Xiuming seemed to have dissipated by half: "After talking with him for so long, what was the result?"

“He’s from out of town, and his accent sounds familiar.” Achan said thoughtfully, somewhat uncertainly, “On the day of the Flower Festival, when Huiniang and I returned to the city, we heard someone speaking with a tone that sounded a lot like his.”

Bai Xiuming cooperatively asked, "Who is it?"

“The guards of the Northern Wilderness King’s Consort, when they were driving others away, Hui Niang and I were right there and saw it all.”

"The Dowager Princess of the Northern Wilderness." This person's information flashed through Bai Xiuming's mind. He nodded. "Anything else?"

"Also, when I mentioned the Northern Wilderness King earlier, he seemed very familiar with him."

"good."

“So…” Ah Chan looked up and shook his arm.

Bai Xiuming lowered his eyes: "So what?"

"So why did that imperial concubine send someone to kill me?"

"Why do you think that is, Ah Chan?" Bai Xiuming's deep gaze seemed to see right through Ah Chan's soul.

Achan neither dodged nor avoided the question. She said to Bai Xiuming, "She probably has some secret that she's afraid of being discovered."

"So clever."

Achan's eyes were filled with a bright smile. She loved being praised, especially by intelligent people.

Bai Xiuming looked at her smiling face, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

He raised his hand and stroked her cheek. The touch was delicate and soft, and he dared not use too much force.

How many secrets could be hidden within such a fragile body? Bai Xiuming was very curious.

"Achan," he whispered her name.

"Hmm?" Achan looked at Bai Xiuming approaching. His eyes were so beautiful, and they reflected her image.

Ah Chan's long eyelashes trembled slightly and gradually drooped. Suddenly, she remembered something, turned her head to look at the door, and saw a group of Mingjing Guards standing there outside the wide-open door, staring at them intently.

Ah Chan decisively took two steps back, coughed lightly to make her expression look more serious, and then said, "It's getting late, Lord Bai should go back to the case as soon as possible."

Bai Xiuming raised an eyebrow, tilted his head slightly, and looked towards the door. The people outside the door instantly dispersed.

However, Ah Chan had already pushed him out, muttering, "Lord Bai, you've worked hard on the case, I won't see you off."

Bai Xiuming twitched his fingers, but ultimately did nothing, letting A Chan push him outside the door.

After pushing the person out, Achan thought of the incense burner again. She turned around, took out the incense burner with burning incense sticks, and placed it in Bai Xiuming's hand.

"I feel more at ease having the incense burner in Lord Bai's hands."

Bai Xiuming gripped the warm incense burner, almost laughing in exasperation at her.

When it's useful, you have to take it back; when you're done, you quickly put it back. You really make it very clear and don't hide anything from him.

If it were someone else who dared to repeatedly exploit him, Bai Xiuming wouldn't give that person a moment's respite.

But the person in front of him, he just couldn't bear to part with her.

He grabbed Achan's wrist, pulled her close, leaned down, and bit her lip, his voice laced with warning: "If there's a next time..."

When he stepped back, Achan obediently leaned in and kissed him, adding to his unfinished words: "I'll come to you again next time."

Anyway, Bai Xiuming is so useful and cooperative, she must use him repeatedly and absolutely cannot let him go.

Before Bai Xiuming's face could darken, A Chan's lips leaned in and kissed him again, so he suppressed his smile and then curled up again.

"You've worked hard, Lord Bai." Achan patted his chest and waved to him. "Come find me when you're done."

"……good."

The commotion in Changpingfang was quite significant, but most people didn't know what had happened. After things quieted down, they put the matter out of their minds and went back to sleep.

A few people, however, recognized it as the roar of a dragon.

Shang Yin, who was in the Zhao family, also overheard it.

He stood in the pitch-black room, pushed open the window, and looked in the direction from which the sound came. That was Changpingfang, Achan's residence.

He had a premonition that the wasteland would not return.

The Empress Dowager is about to lose her greatest support; in the capital, she can only rely on herself.

Shang Yin slowly closed his eyes, a smile playing on his lips. He had already written the ending for the Dowager Consort.