Skylark Ascends to Immortality

Everyone suffers, and the world is full of suffering. All scheme in a myriad of ways just to find a way out.

Until that night thousands of years ago, a blood-red star fell from the sky. Insta...

Just outside the city

Just outside the city

In the darkness, in the Yuan Kingdom, in Diqu City, a pair of dark eyes suddenly opened.

After a few moments, it closed again.

Jiang Jingyuan fell on the bed, closed his eyes, and his face wrinkled.

Her heart ached, her spine ached, and she felt like she was being pressed down by a heavy object and couldn't breathe... She turned over, exhaled, reached out and grabbed the quilt to cover her head.

Now……

Why does it still hurt?

It's okay, the pain will go away after you wake up from a good night's sleep.

There was dead silence in the darkness for a long while, and then suddenly there was a rustling sound.

Jiang Jingyuan frowned and turned over again, keeping his eyes closed, but he couldn't fall asleep.

"Rustle, rustle... boom!"

Jiang Jingyuan turned around and kicked the quilt in annoyance.

She didn't kick it open. The quilt rolled over her like countless water ghosts with the waves, and then fell heavily on her, as if oppressing her.

Jiang Jingyuan's brows suddenly furrowed even tighter, and his irritability rose sharply.

It was as if countless water ghosts were taking advantage of her, grabbing her and strangling her neck.

She was pinched so hard that she couldn't breathe and was extremely annoyed.

Jiang Jingyuan kicked several more times, "bang bang bang!" He was so anxious, not knowing whether it was out of annoyance or fear, he had to kick the quilt away.

The quilt completely slid aside, and there was no pressure on her body. She relaxed a little bit, her brows relaxed, and she calmed down.

She breathed, finally able to take a long, free breath.

Jiang Jingyuan lay flat on the bed, closed his eyes and wanted to fall asleep again.

Suddenly, it seemed as if a breeze blew by, and my body quickly became cold, as if in just an instant.

The five fingers were curled up and felt cold.

Jiang Jingyuan frowned again immediately, without even opening his eyes, he reached out and pulled the quilt next to him back and covered himself with it, and then he no longer felt cold.

But after a while, those slimy water ghosts seemed to reach out their hands again, tentatively reaching out to strangle her neck.

Jiang Jingyuan frowned suddenly, and the irritation and anger in his heart rose rapidly.

They are here, they are here. It’s not like she doesn’t want them to stay. Why are they trying to strangle her and affect her? ! !

"Rustle, rustle..."

The sound of fabric rubbing against each other was frequent and impatient in the darkness.

Outside the house, the maid who was walking hurriedly suddenly stopped, turned her head, and looked at the door next to her in surprise.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?"

She asked cautiously.

Inside, in the darkness, Jiang Jingyuan's hands and feet slammed onto the bed.

Jiang Jingyuan closed his eyes and lay motionless.

"Your Highness?" Hearing the subtle movement from far away, the maid asked cautiously, "Are you in there?"

Jiang Jingyuan heard it and didn't want to answer.

“Your Highness…?”

Here it comes again! Jiang Jingyuan turned over heavily and crawled into the quilt.

It was obvious that if she just said something, the outside would be quiet again, but she was so tired and annoyed that she didn't have the energy to say anything.

I don't want to talk, I don't want to talk. Can you be quiet, can you be quiet... Can you be quiet, can you let her be quiet.

Why are you talking? Do you have so much to say? Please stop saying this meaningless nonsense...

So noisy.

There was silence outside the door, as if they understood what she meant.

The maid stood quietly outside the door, her face showing an anxious and conflicted expression. She seemed to want to say something, but was worried about disturbing the people inside.

After a long while, she looked determined, knelt on the ground with a plop, and said firmly:

"Your Highness, the Crown Prince has disappeared. Also, the Prince of Huai and the Marquis of Pingjiang are returning to the capital, but the Prime Minister won't allow it!"

For a long time, there was dead silence inside the door.

Her heart suddenly became uneasy, and she opened her mouth, hesitating whether to say anything else.

"Enter."

Suddenly, a cold voice came from inside the door.

The maid was overjoyed, hurriedly stood up and pushed the door open.

When she heard the rustling sound, she knew Jiang Jingyuan was sleeping. Knowing that Jiang Jingyuan was sleeping, she immediately said, "Your Highness! Let me change your clothes for you!"

"Where is Prince Huai?"

Jiang Jingyuan sat on a stool. In the dim light, her face was cold and her clear voice was also cold as she asked.

The maid behind him lowered her eyes and moved lightly. Suddenly, she paused when she heard the words, then replied tremblingly, "The city, outside Diqu City..."

Jiang Jingyuan: "???"

Jiang Jingyuan: "..."

…………

In the darkness of night, at the gate of Princess Changsheng’s mansion.

"I was wondering why I was so irritable. I thought it was poison or a disease..."

Jiang Jingyuan's dark eyes suddenly lit up with anger, "So it's you, Jiang Jingjian!!"

Dressed in white, she looked like a ghost in the quiet night, filled with resentment that seemed to be turning into substance.

Jiang Jingyuan walked alone, recalling his previous thoughts along the way, and sneered in his heart:

"Jiang Jingjian, do you think there's something wrong with my brain?!"

As soon as the news of her disappearance in the northern border came out, Jiang Jingjian also disappeared within two days... It goes without saying where he went.

"Could it be that Jiang Jingqian caught him...?"

Jiang Jingyuan suddenly felt weak and breathless. He sighed and slowly asked himself in his heart, "It's impossible, otherwise how could Jiang Jingqian be stopped outside the city right now?"

"He's really missing..."

Jiang Jingyuan seemed to be lost in thought.

…………

Outside Diqu City.

The night is as thick as black ink.

The orange-red flames on the ground flickered, supporting a dim and bright area, encroaching and squeezing, and repelling the thick darkness in the sky.

"Your Highness Prince Huai, what do you mean?!"

This was the first time that Marquis Pingjiang showed his emotions so strongly.

He suddenly pushed aside the people who were blocking his way, rushed over, and questioned the man in white in a stern voice.

The few people who failed to stop him immediately withdrew their hands and stood aside.

In the darkness of the night, Jiang Jingqian, dressed in white, glanced at Pingjiang Hou with a cold expression upon hearing this.

——But there was not even a perfunctory word.

Pingjiang Hou looked at Jiang Jingqian in front of him, and saw the white-clothed figure in his peripheral vision. Then he saw the tall and magnificent dark city tower, and the dots of fire on the tower gathered into a long dragon.

The dazzling orange flames tore through the darkness, a stark contrast, a stark contrast...

A dead silent, condescending judgment.

Pingjiang Hou suddenly turned around again.

Behind him, a large group of unfamiliar soldiers stood calmly in place, the flames gathered and dispersed, and countless silver-white armors gradually retreated and disappeared into the darkness.

Pingjiang Hou suddenly began to tremble all over, not knowing whether it was out of anger or fear.

After years of trembling with fear and being cautious, in the end... I became a traitor?! !

Pingjiang Hou's face suddenly became slightly ferocious and distorted, his anger surged, and he picked up a long knife and chopped at him.

"clang!"

Without waiting for Jiang Jingqian to make a move, the silent people nearby instantly raised their swords and blocked the attack, making a clear and crisp sound in the silent night.

Pingjiang Hou tightened his grip on the long sword little by little, his eyes were full of anger, and his teeth were chattering.

At this time, Prince Huai, who was always a good-tempered soft persimmon in their eyes, slowly turned his eyes and looked over.

Jiang Jingqian glanced at his angry face, then chuckled coldly.

It seems... that I was laughed at stupidly.

Speechless to the point of laughing.

The Marquis of Pingjiang's eyes were bloodshot, and the long sword in his hand suddenly made a manic buzzing sound.

"Your Highness, Prince Huai." He gritted his teeth, "If you want to be an ungrateful traitor, then go ahead and do it yourself. Why bother dragging my northern border into this mess..."

Pingjiang Hou's heart was beating wildly, as if he was not relieved. How could he be relieved? He squeezed out the words from his clenched teeth:

"When you two were in the Northern Territory, everyone witnessed how much His Highness Changsheng protected Your Highness Huai Wang. Your Highness Huai Wang, you were truly ungrateful, abandoning Your Highness Changsheng to who knows where, and even leading your troops to rebellion."

Pingjiang Hou was filled with anger and frustration, almost growling out loud—

"I haven't seen His Highness Changsheng for so long. Could it be that you, Prince Huai, forced him to death? If His Highness Changsheng knew, he would definitely regret it!"

As he spoke, his eyes filled with resentment, staring intently at the white-clothed figure in front of him and the indifferent face.

Jiang Jingqian's face suddenly turned a little gloomy. Only then could one see that he was pale and his eyes were faintly blue.

——He is definitely not as calm and indifferent as he appears!

Upon realizing this, Pingjiang Hou burst into laughter, and as he laughed, tears began to appear in the fine lines at the corners of his eyes.

Having hit his sore spot, Pingjiang Hou suddenly smiled crazily and distortedly, and said clearly, "Did Your Highness Changsheng feel disappointed or regretful in the end?"

Pingjiang Hou's voice suddenly rose, exploding like thunder in his ears.

"Prince Huai, how could you do this?!"

Jiang Jingqian pursed his slightly pale lips, lowered his eyes, and suddenly his heart trembled and he laughed.

He raised his head nonchalantly and slightly arrogantly, looking down at the Marquis of Pingjiang with a hideous and distorted face in front of him, and said:

"His Highness Jing Yuan is a man of good fortune, so there is no need for you, Your Majesty, to worry about it."

"You are deceiving yourself and others!" Pingjiang Hou was suddenly furious.

However, Jiang Jingqian then said slowly with a cold expression:

"Your Majesty, please consider yourself. You can confess your crime and beg for mercy to the people in Diqu City right now. I won't stop you."

Pingjiang Hou's face turned pale.

"Clang!" The long sword in his hand suddenly dropped down, and Pingjiang Hou's trembling pupils moved little by little, looking at the large flames on the tall city wall in front of him.

The fire was so bright and dazzling that the dark and silent sky seemed as if it was soaked in water and was about to be pressed down heavily.

The fire was so bright and dazzling that the tall city walls looked dark and hollow, expanding outward in the darkness...

It expanded, expanded, expanded, and grew taller and taller. It roared like thunder, opened its abyssal maw, and rushed towards him, wanting to devour him and chew him up in one gulp!

Pingjiang Hou suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

In front of him, Jiang Jingqian had a playful and mocking smile on his face, "Go ahead, my Lord, don't you dare?"

Devil! Absolutely a devil! Pingjiang Hou’s face twitched stiffly, and he froze in place.

It turned out that they had misjudged him before. This was not a soft persimmon or a sheep at all, but a wolf in sheep's clothing!

Pingjiang Hou fell silent, ignoring his ridicule. Holding his knife, he stepped back step by step and hid in the darkness.

He had dodged disaster after disaster, turned his back on the Meng family of the Northern Territory, and submitted to the unpredictable Lord Changsheng. But in the end, he couldn't escape this sudden disaster...

Jiang Jingqian suddenly laughed again, his tone nonchalant:

"The Marquis has always known how to assess the situation and is the best at preserving himself."