The night was pitch black, and the desolate moonlight covered the bustling capital city, with indistinct shadows flashing across the rooftops of the market.
The cold rain fell softly, and a sharp, piercing cry ripped through the sky. Iron cavalry trampled across the mountains and fields. The group of people standing on the edge of the cliff heard the noise and turned around to look.
Hengzhi Yan, holding a bamboo umbrella, saw the disheveled girl she had brought with her and a ruthless glint flashed in her eyes.
The gale, mixed with drizzle, raged and roared across the plain. With a whoosh, the soft body was lifted into the air and spun around before rolling to the ground.
Wang Wan cried out in pain and staggered as she tried to get up, but someone mercilessly stepped on her shoulder. A fierce slap, accompanied by a sharp gust of wind, landed on her face. Blood gushed from her mouth, and she tumbled to the ground like a kite with a broken string.
The rain howled, the white grass was broken, and the gale raged and roared on the cliff. She was lifted up, her hands were clasped behind her back, and she was forced to kneel.
The north wind howled, blowing her long hair. She knelt quietly on the ground, her white clothes adorned with blood-red flowers, like a blooming sweet pear tree.
A thunderclap flashed across the sky, and Hengzhi Yan slowly walked towards her, grabbed her face, and lifted it up.
The wind and rain suddenly intensified, and the surroundings were cold and silent, as if countless wild beasts were howling and roaring.
Hengzhi Yan looked at her pale and weak expression, raised an eyebrow and sneered.
"You are a dying man, yet you dare to ruin my marriage."
Wang Wan was soaked to the bone by the rain, and blood was coming out of her mouth. She struggled to open her eyes and saw a familiar person. Suddenly, she realized what was happening.
"It's you---"
Hengzhiyan slapped her face away and smiled sarcastically, "You stole my husband and ruined my marriage. Tell me, how should I torment you to vent my anger?"
"Steal your husband?!" Wang Wan's face was pale, her kneeling body resembling a white lotus atop a snow-capped mountain, a faint smile as thin as mist on her lips. "Hengzhi Yan, if you kill me in a fit of rage today, have you considered how your family will face the consequences?"
She was the legitimate daughter of the Langya Wang clan, a noblewoman from one of the four top aristocratic families. How could the Longkang Heng clan dare to oppose the Langya Wang clan?
Hengzhi Yan's face turned ugly after being provoked by her words. She said disdainfully, "If you die, who will know that I killed you?"
A fierce wind and torrential rain swirled violently on the cliff. She looked at the beautiful woman kneeling on the ground, her eyes flashing with resentment and anger. They had all become her prisoners, yet they still maintained this repulsive demeanor.
"Bring me a knife."
A flash of white light, accompanied by a chilling wind, struck the girl's almost translucent white cheek, causing her to scream.
"Tell me, if you ruin your face, will he still like you?"
The sharp cry of an eagle echoed from the sky, a long wind swept backward, dark clouds churned, and the howling mountain wind whistled through the tall grass on the cliff.
Wang Wan felt the cold glint of the blade on her cheek, and she closed her eyes slightly. The cold wind blew her hair at her temples, making it flutter and dance wildly like a butterfly spreading its wings.
Seeing her like this, Hengzhi Yan's eyes twisted with resentment that seemed to devour her. She slapped her across the face and said angrily.
"What are you putting on airs about, young lady from a noble family? You've fallen so low, aren't you going to cry and beg for mercy like a bug?"
Wang Wan was already weak, and the blow knocked her to the side, causing her to vomit blood. The people behind her lifted her up and forcefully forced her to kneel on the ground.
"Please, if you kneel down and beg for mercy today, and please me, I might spare your face and let these assassins behind me serve you."
"The eldest daughter of the Langya Wang clan is so ethereal and otherworldly in appearance, it's a pity she doesn't have a healthy body. She'll probably never experience the pleasures of sexual intercourse in this lifetime. But today, I'm taking pity on you and letting you experience it---"
"My group of assassins are incredibly skilled; they'll make you experience unbearable pleasure."
Wang Wan weakly opened her eyes as she listened to these vulgar and offensive words.
The fine rain fell on her eyebrows and eyes, and her gentle, watery eyes suddenly turned sharp, as if countless white pear blossoms were blooming, and she slowly uttered a few words with cold eyes.
"You are not good enough for him."
A thunderous roar split the sky, lightning ripped through the heavens, and wind and rain swept across the cliffs, with swirling gales and torrential downpours.
Hengzhi Yan's expression changed drastically. Anger, murderous intent, hatred and many other emotions flashed in her eyes. She suddenly thrust the knife in her hand towards her face. The blade was cold and sharp, and a chilling wind howled.
Countless eagles and hawks flew swiftly across the sky, and a sharp arrow soared through the continuous rain and mist, striking her wrist.
With a clang, the hilt of the sword fell to the ground. On the vast and desolate cliff, countless guards surged up. Mo Ling, who was at the head of the group, saw the white-clad girl lying in the rain and was slightly shocked.
"girl---"
A chilling atmosphere filled the air as the guards from the villa charged forward, their battle cries echoing across the cliff face.
The man standing on the cliff edge swallowed hard when he saw the guards arrive so quickly. "Miss, let's retreat."
Upon hearing the guard's voice, Hengzhi Yan immediately snapped out of her daze, picked up the knife, and stabbed it into the heart of the person lying on the ground.
As the murderous intent surged, Wang Wan disregarded the pain and rolled over, but behind her was a cliff. In a moment of carelessness, she tumbled and fell to the bottom.
A huge gasp rang out, and all eyes turned to look. On the empty cliff edge, the wind blew the white hem of her clothes, and in an instant, the girl's figure was swallowed up by the boundless sea of clouds and white mist.
Mo Ling was shocked and immediately leaped to the edge of the cliff, shouting, "Miss—"
"Walk!"
Hengzhiyan smiled smugly, leaped onto her horse, and was about to charge out, but these guards were no pushovers either. They fought swiftly, entangled the few remaining assassins, and took to the air to grab the woman who was trying to escape in the chaos.
The assassins protecting her immediately drew their swords to block her, swiftly stopping the pursuing guards and allowing Hengzhi Yan to break through the encirclement and run down the mountain.
Mo Ling glanced at the guards who were still chasing after them and shouted, "Stop chasing! Quickly look for a way down the cliff nearby!"
We already know who did it. They can't hide forever. Saving lives is the most important thing right now.
The rain howled, and suddenly a deafening explosion rang out in the sky. A large number of soldiers dressed in oilcloth rode in on horseback. Hengzhi Yan, who had fled the wilderness in panic, saw the leader, a man in a red robe, galloping towards her on horseback and was terrified.
How did he get to Jiankang so quickly?
She immediately covered her face and tried to ride away, but the soldiers were too fast and quickly surrounded them.
Xie Xuan ignored them, leaping over the heads of the fighting soldiers and heading towards the cliff. A long wind whipped up his robes, and his warhorse reared up and neighed mournfully.
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