Chapter 2: Soul Promised to the Devil
"come over!"
Xiao Nanyue's voice was slightly hoarse, and he waved at her, his gesture looking like he was calling a pet.
Xiyan endured the discomfort in her knees, slowly stood up, and staggered slightly to Xiao Nanyue's side.
Before she could stand firmly, she was grabbed by his outstretched hands.
The huge inertia made it impossible for her to react. She lost her balance instantly and fell forward uncontrollably, landing on his legs.
"ah!"
She let out a soft cry, and her face instantly turned red, just like the beautiful peach blossoms blooming on the branches in spring.
Although Xiyan was a death warrior and could remain calm in the face of any ferocious opponent, in front of him, his powerful aura was like an invisible shackle, making her breathing become tight.
Her heart was pounding and she tried to get up in a panic, but his big hand held her tightly around her waist, preventing her from moving.
At this time, Xiao Nanyue's slender fingers gently lifted her chin, forcing her to raise her head.
His narrow eyes slowly moved across her rosy cheeks, her dark eyebrows, her almond-shaped eyes, her beautiful nose, and finally landed on her unpainted, rosy lips. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
"Yanyan, you've become even more beautiful!"
As the regent, Xiao Nanyan had seen countless women in this world. Even the ladies in the palace could not compare to the little maid in his house in terms of beauty.
Death warrior is just another identity of hers that cannot be seen in public. On weekdays, she is his maid standing in the palace.
The name Xi Yan was also given by him personally.
Gradually, a hint of ambiguity appeared in the air.
Xiao Nanyan usually has a cold face and is moody, and he is even more ruthless on the training ground.
To him, only the fittest survive and the weak are eliminated. Only those who survive the pile of dead bodies are qualified to stay by his side.
She was just the killing tool he had left after searching for thousands of times, nothing more.
Xiyan was aware of her own identity. At this moment, she felt a little embarrassed. She slowly turned her head away, trying to avoid the awkward atmosphere, and called out softly:
"Your Majesty..."
Xiao Nanyan looked at the cold and otherworldly beauty in front of him, thinking of the ruthless Shura Xuesha, who actually felt shy and timid. He couldn't help but sneer, but he didn't let go of her body.
"Your body and life belong to me. Remember your identity!"
Xiyan's eyes trembled, she bit her lip, and lowered her eyes slightly.
Xiao Nanyan is the regent of Tianqi, a hereditary title, second only to the emperor and above everyone else.
(A brief explanation here: fictional historical novels should not be carefully studied according to dynasty history. In this book, the Xiao family and the Helian family jointly conquered the country a hundred years ago. The original word "co-king" sounded unpleasant, so it was changed to "regent king", who managed the government, not just assisted the young master. Of course, the regent king in this book also assisted the young master later.)
Emperor Helian Cong admired him very much.
All the ministers in the court, no matter they are loyal or treacherous, are in awe of him. His every move can cause the situation in the court to become turbulent and complicated.
However, Xiyan had been with him for many years and seemed to have sensed that he harbored resentment towards the emperor, but he never said it out loud. She didn't dare to ask the reason. As a death warrior, all she could do was obey her master's orders.
What's more, he saved her life.
She didn't know where she was from or what her real name was.
She couldn't remember anything before she was a few years old. She only knew that she was a wild child abandoned by her biological parents. Her adoptive parents picked her up from the river and raised her in Yizhou, Nanzhao.
When he was seven years old, his adoptive parents died of illness one after another.
Alone and helpless, she had to rely on begging for a living, and often competed with hungry dogs for food.
It was also in that year that Xiao Nanyan visited Nan Zhao privately and saw that she was besieged by a group of vicious dogs for a piece of steamed bread, but she still did not let go and dared to fight the dogs alone.
Perhaps it was her tenacity and fearlessness that touched a nerve in Xiao Nanyue, and when he saw that her life was in danger, he rescued her.
The boy, who was seven years older than her, was naturally noble, cold and outstanding, with an arrogance that kept people at a distance. Compared with her miserable state, there was a world of difference.
Facing the afterglow of the setting sun, she looked up at him.
That handsome young man seemed like a god descended from the sky, out of reach. He became a brilliant yet untouchable existence in her life for the long years that followed.
Just for that fleeting glimpse, or perhaps to avoid starving to death on the streets, she was inexplicably begging him to take her in.
His eyes were indifferent as he asked her:
"My people, either obey or die! You must think clearly and not regret it!"
Although she looked embarrassed, her eyes were firm:
"I will never regret it even if I die!"
Without saying a word, he brought her back to Tianqi and gave her the name Xiyan.
The evening primrose is also known as the moonlight flower. It blooms at dusk and withers the next morning. It blooms quietly and then falls away quietly, just like her life.
As a death warrior, once you have embarked on this wrong path of fate, you are destined to be invisible to the light, just like a shadow hidden in the darkness. No matter how beautiful and dazzling you are, you will never be able to live under the warm sunshine.
Once you enter the mansion of a marquis, it is like entering a deep sea, let alone the unattainable Regent's Palace.
The training she received in the past few years was cruel beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
In that dark underground palace was where she was once imprisoned.
There, the smell of decay and blood permeates the air all year round, and every day, there are companions who are beaten to death or injured due to failure in training.
As for herself, she endured hunger, starvation, whipping, poison trials, high-intensity physical training, and even killed each other with her companions. She endured it all, with the only goal of being able to walk out of the underground palace alive.
Finally, she was able to stand in the sun, but what followed was an even more dangerous life.
In the past two years, she has been shuttling between swords and sabers, facing countless ruthless masters. Every time she attacks, either the opponent dies or she is already dead.
Life and death are just a thin line apart.
Countless times, she hovered on the brink of life and death.
In order to survive and complete her mission, she relied on her strong will to carry on.
She didn't know where her future lay, nor did she know where she was going.
It seemed that living for Xiao Nanyan and dying for Xiao Nanyan was what she wanted to do for the rest of her life.
She had long been tired of this kind of life and wanted to live uprightly under the sun. However, in a moment of thought, she gave her soul to the devil.
Perhaps, only when life ends can we be truly liberated...
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