Chapter 866 How Strange
"ah!"
King Xuan screamed in agony, kneeling on the ground with bloodshot eyes, "Surround them all! Bring the Death Servants!"
Lord Zhao stepped forward two steps. "Prince Xuan, are you sure you want to do this?"
At this moment, Princess Anyang, who had been standing behind her subordinates, stepped forward and spoke up, "There is a misunderstanding in this matter. Your Highness, please do not act rashly. I think this sword is no ordinary object."
Her gaze first fell on Song Chunxue, then turned to Xie Zheng.
"Lord Xie, I ask you, is this sword yours, or someone else's?" She stared nervously at Xie Zheng. "Assassinating a prince is a serious crime. What if Lord Xie has been used by someone else..."
"This sword is mine, but I can't control it..."
"Hehe, so this is the princess who can't forget you, who says one thing to your face and another behind your back. Tsk tsk, she's just average-looking, and looks even older than Master Song."
Wuyou's words made Princess Anyang's face darken.
"Xie Zheng!" Princess Anyang pointed at Wuyou, "Shut it up! Do you still want your official hat?"
Xie Zheng clasped his hands in front of him, his gaze growing increasingly cold as he looked at her.
"Wow~ Her official arrogance is even greater than the Emperor's. She wasn't this arrogant when she and this Prince Xuan were secretly eyeing the Emperor's throne. Ugh, I don't even want to talk about it. They're really having an affair behind the scenes. It's a good thing you didn't marry her, or you'd be wearing one green hat after another..."
"How dare you!" Princess Anyang pointed at Xie Zheng, her voice cracking with rage. "Xie Zheng, how dare you slander me like this!"
"I don't know..."
"How dare you humiliate me like this for that woman!" Princess Anyang pointed at Song Chunxue. "If she had even a little bit of sincerity towards you, I wouldn't be so disappointed."
She took a deep breath and pointed at Song Chunxue, saying, "Your Highness, we can spare Xie Zheng, but we absolutely cannot let that woman go. She's a member of a cult, and this sword might be hers."
"This is getting more and more boring. A bunch of rabble." Master Han found the show rather dull.
Song Chunxue asked Master Han in a low voice, "What should I do?"
“Resistance allowed Wuyou to absorb the evil magic from them; he loved things that could be rightfully taken over.”
She understood, and her anxiety finally subsided.
"clear."
Before she could finish speaking and the group had even surrounded Song Chunxue, Wuyou had already quickly circled around the dead servants.
The next moment, a group of unusually dressed and masked guards collapsed to the ground one after another, limp and powerless as if they had been drugged.
"Oh, you should have said so earlier! Their evil magic can be transformed into pure immortal spiritual power in my hands. I've already absorbed it all, so there's no need to thank me."
The sound of it was so smug and proud.
Song Chunxue's feelings were mixed, a mixture of joy and sorrow.
This sword is pretty powerful, but it also sounds a bit arrogant.
Could she be like that too?
While she was still in a daze, Xie Zheng walked up to her.
"Why did you come?" he asked gently. "Will you be disappointed to see me in such a vulnerable state?"
Song Chunxue looked up. "How could that be? I'm too busy feeling sorry for you and too angry to be disappointed. What disappoints me is that the people you face every day are not good people."
Princess Anyang looked at Song Chunxue in horror, "Who exactly is she?"
King Xuan roared, "Useless wretch! Seize that woman now!"
Song Chunxue patted Xie Zheng's arm, receiving Zhao's tacit approval, and walked straight toward Prince Xuan.
Wuyou immediately followed behind her, hovering to her left, the golden tassels swaying back and forth, revealing a hint of arrogance and conceit.
"Your Highness, let's speak in private."
"You're just a village woman, do you think that putting on fine clothes makes you..."
“And me,” Lord Zhao walked over, “she’s my junior brother, may we speak privately?”
He turned to look at Wuyou, "Otherwise, things will get out of hand. Why don't we each take a step back and stop here?"
King Xuan looked at Princess Anyang.
Princess Anyang turned and walked toward the nearest house.
King Xuan was helped up, his face full of malice as he stared at Song Chunxue and walked in front of her.
Half an hour later.
Lord Zhao led Song Chunxue out of the house, his cold gaze sweeping over the Prince Xuan's subordinates in the courtyard.
"King Xuan is injured. Why don't you call a doctor to treat him? Disperse, if you don't want everyone to get a sword wound."
The group of people looked at each other blankly, not daring to stop them.
Afterwards, Zhao Jin led a large group of people away, ignoring the other onlookers who had come to the banquet.
Drunken Flower Pavilion.
Everyone sat around the table, and Master Han no longer hid himself.
However, a sword sat in the center of the table, and it wouldn't budge no matter how much Song Chunxue called out to it.
"I'm drunk... don't make a sound." Wuyou's voice was slurred. "Sleep for a while... we'll talk when you wake up."
After that, he never spoke again.
Only after Song Chunxue pressed for details did she learn the whole story of what had happened today.
It turned out that King Xuan sent people to Xie's residence twice at noon to invite Xie Zheng. Lord Zhao was prepared and went with Taoist Han.
Fangyue also knew about this and made a special trip to find Song Chunxue to go to the Xuanwang Mansion.
However, their original plan was to openly confront the Prince Xuan at his residence and no longer conceal their strength. They also found a confidant in the palace to tell the Emperor that the Prince Xuan was not his father's biological son, thus prompting the Emperor to summon the Prince Xuan to the palace.
But this plan is risky. The emperor may have known about this secret for a long time, but he will not issue an edict to summon Prince Xuan so quickly.
Unexpectedly, Wuyou's appearance completely saved them from trouble.
"I have a question, Senior Brother, is Fangyue the same master as us?"
Lord Zhao nodded, "That's right, we are fellow disciples, you should call her Third Senior Brother or Third Senior Sister."
Song Chunxue quickly stood up and bowed, "Greetings, Third Senior Brother."
Fangyue smiled and nodded at her.
Lord Zhao looked at Xie Zheng and said, "Be careful from now on. Whether you ask for sick leave or not, you should stay at home for a few days to prevent them from becoming desperate."
"Okay." Xie Zheng's gaze kept drifting towards Song Chunxue.
"Alright, I need to go to the palace to meet the Emperor, I'll take my leave first." Lord Zhao stood up and looked at Daoist Han, "Are you going?"
Master Han stood up. "Very well, some information is more accurate when you find it out yourself."
His gaze lingered on Xie Zheng's face for a moment, then he frowned slightly.
"When is Lord Xie's birthday again?"
Song Chunxue replied, "November 15th."
Master Han made a series of calculations with his fingers hidden in his sleeve, his brows furrowing slightly as he looked at Xie Zheng with suspicion.
Xie Zheng stood up. "Master Han, is something wrong? Or is there something I need to be careful about lately?"
Master Han shook his head slightly, "None of that is necessary. You've been practicing swordsmanship lately, how's it going?"
"Fortunately, there's not much time; I can only practice for a maximum of one hour each day."
"Strange." Master Han stroked his chin, completely baffled.
"What's wrong?" Zhao Jin also did some calculations. "What's wrong with his fate..."
"That's strange. How come you suddenly have the destiny of a general? How come we didn't notice it before? That shouldn't be the case."
Lord Zhao couldn't understand either, "Logically speaking, you wouldn't have made a mistake before. You certainly wouldn't have made such a big mistake. It's really strange."
Xie Zheng asked tentatively, "Is there something wrong with it?"
P.S.: I've been busy lately, so it might not be finished before the end of the year.
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