In the snow, a young man wrapped in a thick cotton coat stopped outside Mujing Bay.
The man's facial features were softened, and his skin appeared dark brown.
He raised his head, his eyelids unblinking in the vast white sky, staring at the two human heads hanging outside Mujing Bay.
Although the two heads could still be barely distinguished as male or female, they had already begun to decompose.
Tulip, who skillfully used her beauty to seduce men, probably never imagined that she would face such a fate after her death.
"Master..."
The man's hands, hidden in his cotton sleeves, were clenched tightly, and his eyes were brimming with anger.
"Yan Yilun".
A cold voice suddenly came from behind him. The man did not turn around, but alertly lowered his hand.
A glint of cold light flashed between his fingers.
"As long as I'm on guard against you, your poisoned needles won't hurt me." The voice continued, "In the battle of Mujing Bay, your uncle died in battle, and afterwards, your two masters were killed by Xu Qingshan. I understand your pain. Once upon a time, the most important person to me also fell victim to a vicious attack. I understand that kind of pain."
Seeing that the person speaking was not afraid of him and was approaching him, Yan Yilun turned around and looked at the person.
This person was just as thin as him, with a tuft of white bangs covering the right side of his face, and the cuff of his right sleeve fluttering in the wind.
He is a one-armed man.
Yan Yilun's pupils contracted, and he exclaimed in surprise, "Swift Sword Without Life!"
Cui Wuming smiled faintly, "It's been a while since anyone called me that, but I've already lost an arm. How can a swordsman with only one arm be called a swift swordsman?"
Yan Yilun sized up Cui Wuming and said in a deep voice, "No, your aura... is terrifying."
"Whether it's scary or not is not important to you. I'm not here to kill you." Cui Wuming walked to Yan Yilun's side, looked up at the two heads, and said, "I know you want revenge, so I've come to give you something."
Cui Wuming took a letter out of his pocket and handed it to Yan Yilun, saying, "Take a look."
Yan Yilun paused for a moment, then quickly opened the app and muttered to himself, "Lingshan? What use is this clue to me?"
Cui Wuming said, "If you want revenge, you definitely can't do it all by yourself. But the Left Prime Minister's Mansion doesn't dare to make any moves right now and can't help you. Who else can you turn to besides your second uncle?"
Yan Yilun crumpled the letter into a ball, stared warily at Cui Wuming, and asked, "Why do you know so much about my affairs?"
“I have my own sources of information, you don’t need to worry about that. You just need to know that we have the same goal.”
"The same goal?"
Yan Yilun sneered and said, "I know that the most important person to you is Su Wansan, and Su Wansan died at the hands of my master. How can we have the same goal?"
"Chen Jiudao is indeed my enemy, but my arm was cut off by Xu Qingshan. I have more than one enemy."
Cui Wuming grabbed the empty sleeve and said coldly, "Chen Jiudao, Xu Qingshan, Zhao Cheng, Wen Tai, and that dog emperor! They are all my mortal enemies!"
"Now that Chen Jiudao is dead, and killed by Xu Qingshan, it's truly laughable!"
"Fortunately, Xu Qingshan and Zhao Cheng are our common mortal enemies!"
With that, Cui Wuming walked up to Yan Yilun and said sternly, "I will go find Xu Qingshan myself. As for Zhao Cheng, it's up to you."
Yan Yilun said, "What makes you think I'll listen to you?"
“I didn’t tell you to do anything.” Cui Wuming turned and walked away, saying, “I’m just giving you more chances. If you don’t want revenge, that’s your problem.”
"Cui Wuming, who are you loyal to now?"
Cui Wuming paused, turned his head and said, "You underestimate me, Cui Wuming. From beginning to end, I have only been loyal to the Su family."
Watching Cui Wuming walk away, Yan Yilun murmured, "The Su family, the Su family? Su Wansan is dead, and the entire Su family has been executed. To pledge allegiance to the Su family? Could it be... that someone from the Su family is still alive?"
Yan Yilun closed his eyes tightly. After a long while, he suddenly turned around and looked at the two heads. The anger in his eyes seemed to be about to burst out and melt away the surrounding snow.
...
After traveling for several days, Zhao Cheng and his party encountered increasingly heavier snow as they approached the eastern part of Dajing.
Zhao Cheng stayed with Zhao Hu in the carriage for a while, then got out and rode his horse. Seeing the slender figure traveling with Zhao Yan ahead, he sped up and followed.
"Atao, you are injured, and it's cold outside. Why don't you stay in the carriage?"
Atao looked great, and her face, which was exposed to the wind, didn't appear dry. She said, "My injuries have almost healed, and new flesh has grown back. Riding a horse can improve the elasticity of my muscles."
"Is that even a possibility?" Zhao Cheng asked doubtfully. "Aren't you worried about the new flesh tearing? Did you ask Mr. Minghua about that?"
Atao said, "Even if new flesh tears and grows back, the elasticity of the muscle is more important. Mr. Minghua... naturally disagrees, but she doesn't understand the way of us martial artists."
Zhao Cheng sighed, "It breaks my heart to see you like this. If Zhao Hu knew, how heartbroken he would be..."
"My lord, you can't stop talking about Zhao Hu in front of me..."
Zhao Cheng's eyes suddenly lit up, and he exclaimed, "That's right! Zhao Hu feels sorry for you!!"
"Huh?" Atao was confused by Zhao Cheng's sudden outburst.
"I've got it!" Zhao Cheng leaned closer to A Tao, looked at her earnestly, and said, "A Tao, do me a favor!"
Inside the carriage.
Zhao Huping lay on the makeshift bed, and Zhao Cheng and Atao were both looking at him.
He lay flat on his back, his brow relaxed, and the scar on his face wasn't as bright red as usual, as if he were asleep.
Atao asked doubtfully, "Prince Consort, are you sure this will work?"
"It will definitely work!" Zhao Cheng said confidently. "He only cares about a few people, but the only woman he cares about is you!"
"Isn't there also Lanlan?"
“Hey…” Zhao Cheng waved his hand and said, “Lanlan just met you a little earlier than you, but you’re the only one in his heart.”
Atao asked doubtfully, "Is this your idea, Prince Consort? Is Zhao Hu as scum as you?"
"Nonsense, like master, like guards!"
Zhao Cheng said without batting an eye, "Miss Tao, I'll trouble you to accompany Zhao Hu all the way. If you want to build muscle, you can go horseback riding. When you get tired, come back to this carriage and sleep here tonight."
Atao frowned slightly and said, "A lone man and a lone woman..."
Zhao Cheng said earnestly, "Saving lives is the priority!"
Atao said, "I need to take off my clothes to sleep, otherwise I can't fall asleep."
Zhao Cheng exclaimed with delight, "That's even better!! Don't worry, I'll pass on the word that no one is allowed to enter the carriage until you've left!!"
Zhao Cheng raised his hand and said, "Take it off! Take it off as much as you want! Zhao Hu likes it this way! Oh, and you can take his off too!!"
Atao's fists clenched so tightly they made a cracking sound.
"Um... it's up to you whether he takes it off or not, but please!" Zhao Cheng quickly slipped away.
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