Chapter 896 The Return of Marquis Xuanping (Second Update)

Marquis Xuanping narrowed his eyes slightly.

Chang Ying said calmly, "I've sparred with my brother. His swordsmanship has many moves that our Dark Night Sect doesn't have, and his movement is similar to yours. I guess my brother has been by your side all these years, right? And your return to Dark Night Island this time was just for those wild herbs on the back mountain, wasn't it?"

Chang Jing secretly went to dig wild herbs behind their backs, did he really think they didn't know?

Marquis Xuanping suddenly realized: "So that's how I was exposed."

Chang Ying pointed her precious sword at him: "The fact that you're willing to admit it shows that you're very smart. If you had uttered a single word of sophistry just now, I would have already ordered you to be killed!"

Marquis Xuanping laughed and said, "If I weren't clever, I wouldn't be able to form a bond with these fairies, would I?"

Chang Ying was quite pleased with the "fairy" title, and snorted, "Why are you spouting such obvious truths?"

As long as the fairy is telling the truth, everything else is too.

Chang Ying continued, "Although you abducted my brother, based on my understanding of him, if you didn't truly care for him, he wouldn't have brought you back to the island. Do you know that over the years, there has only been one type of outsider who has set foot on our island?"

"Who is it?" asked Marquis Xuanping.

"lovers."

Marquis Xuanping: "...!!"

Chang Ying sheathed the precious sword: "For my brother's sake, I won't tell my father about your affairs."

Marquis Xuanping smiled and said, "Thank you. Then, I'll take my leave."

"Stop!" Chang Ying called out to him.

Marquis Xuanping politely asked, "Is there anything else you require, Fairy?"

Calling you "fairy" all the time is so sweet, it's making my heart flutter. I promised my sisters I'd let you get a beating from each of them...

Fine, I'll let you off the hook!

Chang Ying whistled.

A snow-white direwolf with a flame mark on its head jumped off the island.

This dire wolf has a different aura than other wolves; it seems like the alpha wolf.

It came to Chang Ying's side, and Chang Ying knelt down on one knee, stroked its head, and said to Marquis Xuanping, "Ling Wang is the most powerful alpha wolf on our island. I only obtained it by chance when I found it injured. I have never even borrowed it from my father, but today I lend it to you. Ling Wang is very sensitive to blizzards. In fact, all the Icefield Wolves can sense the approach of a blizzard, but Ling Wang knows better than them how to avoid one."

As she spoke, she seemed to remember something, and her expression became serious. She instructed Marquis Xuanping, "Remember, if the King of Ling refuses to lead the way, then there is no way to avoid it. You must not force your way through."

Marquis Xuanping nodded: "I understand. Then, how do I return it and the Icefield Wolf to you after I cross the Icefield?"

Chang Ying said, "You don't need to worry about that. The Spirit King will bring them back."

Marquis Xuanping cupped his hands in farewell: "Farewell, Fairy Chang."

They call her a fairy with such seriousness and solemnity, who would doubt that it's fake?

When it comes to wooing women, Marquis Xuanping has never failed, except for Princess Xinyang.

Chang Ying placed the Spirit King in the first row at the head, tied its reins, and whispered a few words in its ear, a gentle reminder.

You must take care of yourself and return to me alive while guiding the guests.

After bidding farewell to Chang Ying, Marquis Xuanping boarded the snow cart, put on animal skin gloves, gripped the reins tightly, and with a loud shout, King Ling led the ice field wolves away at breakneck speed.

On the high hillside, Chang Kun and his son watched as Marquis Xuanping and the Icefield Wolves gradually disappeared into the distance.

Chang Jing was wearing a thick leather coat and a hat that covered her ears. Her braids, neatly braided by her sister, hung down her shoulders.

His eyes were clear and bright, yet filled with sorrow.

This is not the look a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy should have.

He is too young to have such sorrow.

Chang Kun stood with his hands behind his back, using his massive body to shield his son from the biting winter wind. He sighed and said, "Your sister lent him the Spirit King. This is the limit of what our Dark Night Sect can do for him. It's not that I'm unwilling to give him manpower, but it's meaningless."

Having witnessed natural disasters, one will realize the insignificance of human power, something that cannot be compensated for by martial arts prowess.

Chang Kun couldn't bear to see his son's sorrowful eyes, so he sighed and said, "I promise you, after spring, I will destroy the Sword Pavilion."

Chang Jing walked away without saying a word, carrying a box of marbles.

...

Zhaoguo.

After crying, Princess Xinyang went to prepare clothes for Shangguan Qing's journey in the mansion on Zhuque Street.

Inside the room, Princess Xinyang, having composed herself, placed a large bundle on his table: "Mother didn't know you were still alive. These clothes belong to your younger brother."

These clothes are all new, and Xiao Heng has never worn them before. Princess Xinyang could easily lie and say that she had someone specially go to the shop to buy them for him.

But she didn't do that.

Shangguan Qing didn't need her to do that.

"Aren't you in a hurry to leave tonight?" Princess Xinyang asked.

"Okay, we'll leave tomorrow morning."

Xiao Heng heard his words from outside the door and frowned slightly.

Didn't we agree to stay for three days?

Why is it scheduled for tomorrow morning?

Could it be—

Indeed, the poison in Shangguan Qing's body began to deteriorate rapidly, and the medicine prepared for him by the Imperial Preceptor gradually lost its effectiveness. He could not last more than three days.

He could drink a whole bottle in one go, but the price would be falling into a deep sleep.

He will pass away peacefully in his sleep.

This was the medicine's final act of mercy upon him.

But he didn't want to eat, he didn't want to sleep, he wanted to see his mother properly, to be himself properly for the last few hours of his life, he didn't want to fall asleep.

He would rather endure the agony of being torn to pieces than leave this world with a clear conscience.

Princess Xinyang was heartbroken, but she smiled slightly and said, "Then, shall I stay with you tonight?"

He just couldn't bring himself to say no.

He's about to die, so let him be willful this once.

He also wanted to lie next to his mother, to be close to her a little longer one last time.

Neither mother nor son wanted to go to sleep.

Princess Xinyang sat by the bedside and told him about the Zhao Kingdom.

Actually, she wanted to hear more about his life in the Yan Kingdom, how he grew up, what he liked to do, what he didn't like to do, and what he had experienced.

But she knew he had no strength left.

He lay quietly beside her like a frail infant, holding her hand, barely able to breathe.

"Mom likes to grow flowers. There are a lot of peonies in the greenhouse. If you like, Mom will pick a few for you tomorrow morning."

How could a boy possibly like peonies?

Her mind was in turmoil, tears streaming down her face, and she couldn't even tell what she was saying.

Where is my father?

He suddenly spoke weakly, "What kind of person is he?"

“He…” Princess Xinyang’s thoughts cleared in an instant. She pondered for a long time, but she really didn’t know how to describe that man. After a while, she said softly, “He is a good father.”

...

The ice field is covered with a vast expanse of white snow.

Marquis Xuanping and his eleven ice wolves galloped through the cold wind.

Marquis Xuanping stood on the snow cart, with dark clouds rolling behind him, making the whole sky gloomy.

On the way here, the Spirit King had already led him and the other dire wolves through two blizzards and an avalanche, and it was still running forward with all its might.

Under its leadership, not a single direwolf fell due to exhaustion or fear.

Marquis Xuanping needed to control the steering and balance of the snowmobile, so he couldn't rest.

The lake was frozen over on the way back, and they thought they wouldn't have to take a detour anymore, but due to the blizzard, they still had to change routes from time to time.

They crossed the land and came to the ice of a lake.

Marquis Xuanping frowned slightly as he looked at the Icefield Wolf leading the way and said, "Is the Spirit King running so fast because another blizzard is coming?"

An ominous premonition rose in his heart, and he had a feeling that the upcoming blizzard might not be so simple.

He tightened his grip on the reins.

A loud boom came from behind.

not good!

It's an avalanche!

"The Spirit King!"

He shouted.

As if sensing something, the Spirit King increased its speed again, and the Ice Wolf also sped up along with it.

When Marquis Xuanping looked back, he saw large chunks of snow collapsing down from the snow-capped mountain, sweeping towards them like a torrent of ice and snow.

Suddenly, King Ling changed course, making a sharp turn to the right, pulling the entire convoy of snowmobiles off course and onto the ice of the lake.

Marquis Xuanping's snowmobile was at the very back of the procession and almost got thrown off by the sharp turn!

He initially thought it was exciting to ride this thing.

Right now, I just feel like I'm going to die!

Chang Jing is truly remarkable; having grown up playing on snowmobiles since childhood, she has an exceptionally strong heart!

Marquis Xuanping was so badly affected by the wind that he suffered facial paralysis.

Shortly after they turned the corner, the avalanche swept away the spot where they had just been, sweeping all the way up and swallowing up even the small hills.

If it weren't for the Spirit King's sharp turn, the entire snowmobile would have been swallowed up by the avalanche by now.

Marquis Xuanping secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

However, before he could catch his breath, a loud cracking sound came from the ice behind him.

Marquis Xuanping's brow twitched.

Boom!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A muffled cracking sound came from beneath the ice, and white cracks spread from the inside of the ice layer, making the entire ice surface look like a block of blue amber candy about to be smashed.

The water temperature under the ice is extremely low. If you fall in, you will be paralyzed in no time. No expert in the world can swim across such a low temperature.

Boom!

Is it very early today?

Do you have any early monthly passes?

(End of this chapter)