“Give this to Yang Xiao, and you’ll know what to do.” Hua Cai took a deep breath and grabbed Xin Ran’s sleeve. “Don’t just stand there. Put this away and take me to the city gate.”
Xin Ran paused, stuffed the Wu Mu Legacy into his bosom, and silently delivered Hua Cai to the city gate.
"It's so chaotic here, are you sure you want to stay here?" Xin Ran looked at the chaotic street and kicked away a Yuan soldier who had been thrown over by the Great Teleportation Technique.
"This is it." Hua Cai looked around. "You have that thing on you. Go first and give it to Yang Xiao. Hurry up."
The flowers are urging her on; Xinran is here, how can she still bravely face death?
What she said made perfect sense; the Wumu Legacy was simply too important for the Ming Cult.
Looking around, Xinran placed Hua Cai in a safe corner: "Zhao Qiang will be here soon. Take a look, then go back to the inn and wait for me."
"Okay." Hua Cai nodded in agreement.
Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, Xin Ran quickly fled.
"Host, your eyes are bleeding," the system cautiously reminded.
Hua Cai paused, casually wiped the blood from the corner of her eye, and got up to move toward the side of the street.
The combination of the Nine Yang Divine Skill and the Great Shift of the Universe was indeed powerful. Although a group of Yuan soldiers were sent flying through the air by Zhang Wuji's attacks, they still couldn't harm him in the slightest.
However, there were simply too many Yuan soldiers. Zhao Qiang dared to spread the news in advance that he wanted to kill Yang Xiao, so how could he not be wary of the Ming Cult coming to abduct him? Zhang Wuji fought his way deeper and deeper into the crowd, when suddenly, countless Yuan soldiers rushed out from all directions and surrounded him.
Meanwhile, Zhou Zhiruo was entangled by Ding Minjun and her two disciples, and her plan to set fire and cause chaos ultimately failed.
Zhang Wuji was surrounded and in a difficult situation. If he turned back now, not only would he fail to rescue Fan Yao and all his previous efforts be in vain, but he might also lose face in the Ming Cult.
Just then, a masked man in white descended from the sky, swiftly cutting the chains of the prison cart, and with a single palm strike, cleaved two Yuan soldiers in two, rescuing Fan Yao from the prison cart.
"Go." A crisp voice rang out. Fan Yao was startled, but quickly reacted and, together with the masked man, charged towards Zhang Wuji's direction.
Behind the main force of the Yuan soldiers, Zhao Qiang, who was riding on horseback enjoying Zhang Wuji's disheveled state, suddenly saw a masked figure rush out and his gaze sharpened.
Even though she was masked and dressed as a man, he could recognize her at a glance.
Perhaps even the woman herself didn't know that what he saw most often was her back view; for more than a decade, it had become a familiar feeling ingrained in his very being.
Seeing this person here suddenly didn't surprise Zhao Qiang at all.
Yes, this woman likes this guy so much, how could she not help him when he's in trouble?
Watching Zhao Min swing her sword at the Yuan soldiers without hesitation, without even glancing at him, Zhao Qiang was surprised to find that he felt no sadness at all, only amusement and murderous intent.
Why was I so fixated on this woman, yet I drove her away?
Thinking of Hua Cai, Zhao Qiang felt a sudden pain in his chest, and the familiar feeling of suffocation returned. It hurt a lot, but it also made his heart feel a little sweet.
According to the information I've gathered in the past few days, he and that young Ming Cult member have been heading towards Dadu. Are they here to find me?
Zhao Qiang clenched his fist slightly, his lips curving into a smile, full of anticipation.
She would never have imagined that her father would agree to let her marry him; she would be overjoyed to find out.
He has already severely punished those blind creatures in the backyard, so no one will bother her anymore. They can be like before, he paints and she adds ink, and occasionally they'll have a few plates of snacks, which she has to make. Although they're a bit hard to eat at first, she'll get used to them. The pastries he brought back from Da'an Village that day are almost all gone, and he's a little reluctant to eat the few left. Hmm, maybe he should wait until today's business is over and then pester her to make more.
As he thought about it, Zhao Qiang suddenly felt a little annoyed. He had dealt with those talkative servants too decisively. It is said that some grudges should be settled personally. Would Xiao Xiang blame him?
Oh well, I'll just draw a few more portraits of her later. Once his memory returns, his painting skills will be back, and he'll be able to paint her very beautifully. She's never seen him before, so she'll definitely be very surprised and won't blame me for this little thing.
Oh, right, she's not feeling well right now. We should summon the imperial physician to take a look at her first. My little princess, she must be lively and energetic, otherwise she'll get angry again if she can't catch any fish in the river, and then I won't have any medicinal porridge to drink.
There aren't many scenic rivers near Dadu. After thinking it over, I think the one behind Da'an Village is better. Should I go there to stay for a while every year? As for the children, I'll leave them with my father so I don't have to spend all my time arranging concubines for him.
"Wang'er, what's wrong?" A dignified voice rang out, pulling Zhao Qiang, who had been lost in thought, back to reality.
Zhao Qiang turned his head and saw that the Seventh Prince had ridden up to him at some point and was looking at him with a worried expression.
It's fortunate that it was the Seventh Prince; if it were any other person with a bad temper, he would have been scared to death.
Zhao Qiang looked down at the horse's head, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, sometimes frowning, sometimes grinning foolishly, occasionally showing a hint of melancholy or longing, which frightened the guards around him quite a bit.
"Father, I'm fine. I just thought of something that I should have done but kept putting off until now." Zhao Qiang's cheerful smile put the Seventh Prince at ease.
At this moment, a commotion arose at the city gate. Zhao Qiang looked up and saw that Zhang Wuji and his two companions had already reached the city gate and were about to force their way out.
"Trying to leave!" Zhao Qiang sneered, patted the sword at his waist, and leaped off his horse. With a flick of his sword, he charged straight at the three men.
The sword tip flew quickly, and Zhao Min, dressed in white and masked, was suddenly startled. She tried to dodge, but she was too busy fending off the attacks of many Yuan soldiers to dodge. Zhao Qiang slashed her shoulder hard with his sword.
Zhao Min felt a sharp pain and her movements slowed. Just as Zhao Qiang's second sword was about to strike, she was filled with despair when she felt a sudden tightening on her hand. Fan Yao pulled her aside in time and simultaneously struck her with a powerful palm strike.
Zhao Qiang's target was Zhao Min. At this moment, he suddenly attacked with a palm strike. He didn't have time to retract his sword. Just as he was thinking about how to dodge, a familiar body carrying the scent of medicine suddenly rushed into his arms and hugged him tightly.
Bang--
Zhao Qiang heard the sound of bones breaking, and a warm liquid seeped through his clothes, almost scalding him.
"Brother, I missed you, so I had to come see you first."
A voice seemed to echo intermittently in front of his chest, so ethereal yet so clear amidst the deafening shouts of battle.
Zhao Qiang stiffened his neck and lowered his head. The person in his arms slowly raised his face, his face covered in blood, but he still tried to open his eyes wide, as if trying to see him clearly: "Put all this aside, don't look for them, take me to see—"
With each word the person in his arms uttered, blood gushed from her mouth as if it were free. She seemed to be trying her best to say one more word to him, but still regretfully, she slowly slumped into his arms.
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