Chapter 38 He thought he might have fallen for Zhao Liangxu...
Wang San fell backward like that.
Zhao Liangxu had one hand pressed against Wang San's neck, and the other hand gripping the hairpin.
She wouldn't let go of Wang San no matter how hard Zhao Liangxu held on, and the tighter Zhao Liangxu's grip became, the more frantic Wang San's neck, which carried his heartbeat, seemed to want to leap out of Zhao Liangxu's palm.
The slender, white fingers that Wang San had been longing for were firmly gripping his neck, with a force he had never known before.
He was being oppressed, his one intact eyeball bulging out as if it were about to stick to Zhao Liangxu's body.
He met Zhao Liangxu's pale eyes again.
He saw the anger and pleasure in Zhao Liangxu's eyes. Did he know her before?
A person needs a revolving lantern before they die, and in that instant, Wang San remembered.
By the way, he had seen a pair of eyes like that before.
A pair of eyes hidden beneath mud and stray hairs.
After resigning herself to her fate, the woman stopped looking at them, but then suddenly opened her eyes again, revealing to Wang San her burgeoning will to live that overwhelmed her despair.
It was her! It was her!
He should have remembered sooner! That woman's eyes were so different; he should have remembered sooner!
He wanted to say something more, but Zhao Liangxu raised her hand and pulled out the hairpin, then plunged it downwards again!
She didn't care that blood had splattered on her cheek.
He was still alive, and his hatred was not yet appeased.
Zhao Liangxu twisted the hairpin forcefully.
Wang San's remaining intact eye eventually went dark.
He didn't say a word.
Zhao Liangxu was slightly out of breath, and her trembling eyes gradually calmed down.
She released the hairpin, leaving the jade hairpin still stuck there, then stood up and looked down at Wang San.
She pulled out the jade hairpin and used it as a weapon. Zhao Liangxu's dark blue hair was no longer restrained and fell loosely over her shoulders and back.
Zhao Liangxu silently stared at Wang San, who lay dead with his eyes wide open, before raising her hand to brush away the strands of hair that were partially obscuring her vision.
She stepped over Wang San, pulled out the only simple wooden chair in the room, and rested her arm on the wooden table for a while.
That was really close.
Ultimately, she was someone who had only been exercising for half a month, and whose physical condition was almost that of someone recovering from a serious illness.
Fueled by an inexplicable surge of excitement, she managed to see the two off smoothly.
She had a hard time facing Wang San head-on just now. This was not a friendly sparring match that Lu Xuan had just given up on. A man who was being threatened was also a threat in himself.
She narrowly escaped being hit by Wang San several times, but thanks to her keen observation, she managed to dodge each attack.
There was also a commotion outside, perhaps Xia had already informed An He that he had arrived with his men.
No one has yet touched this room.
The only two guards at the gate died because of their own evil intentions.
Zhao Liangxu ignored what was happening outside the door. The excitement that had risen during the fight was slowly fading, leaving only pain and fatigue in her body.
Zhao Liangxu looked at Wang Er, who had a knife stuck in his body.
That knife was brand new, a fine and cold-looking blade from the weapon shop, meticulously polished by the craftsman, the blade itself resembling a mirror radiating murderous intent.
Zhao Liangxu saw half of her face reflected on the blade.
His bright, sparkling eyes stood out prominently against his dark hair.
She gently tilted her head, revealing half of her face that was still relatively clean, and the other half that was splattered with blood.
She's still smiling.
How can I not laugh?
Killing two despicable people with one's own hands is truly laughable.
There was a noise at the door; the wooden door was broken open by weapons.
Zhao Liangxu turned her head and looked over, her smiling face meeting An He's eyes.
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Anhe's carriage sped through the capital, while Jinyiwei (Imperial Guards) rode along the marks left by Xia Yi to Zhao Chengxin's hideout.
The Imperial Guards were well-trained, and the embroidered spring knives at their waists gleamed with a chilling light.
They broke into the courtyard, and the surrounding merchants were both frightened and puzzled.
Why would the Imperial Guards come to this alley? Some sharp-eyed people even spotted the carriage. Merchants, after all, have nothing but money.
Money can't buy power, but it can be used to bribe officials in the capital and make some secret, lucrative deals.
There are always businessmen who are acquainted with officials.
Naturally, the merchants were knowledgeable and experienced, recognizing the luxury of the carriage and the mark of the An family on it.
The sensible servants had already placed the black wooden benches next to the carriage, and even the benches were painted with red patterns and carved with flowers.
A remarkably young adult stepped down from the carriage. He wore a dark cloak embroidered with intricate and delicate patterns, clearly a rare and exquisite craftsmanship. Beneath the cloak, a corner of a dark blue robe peeked out, its hem edged with silver.
Anhe did not wear any makeup today, but his face was already fair enough. He was unwell due to the speed of the carriage and got off the carriage with a bad expression. In the eyes of others, Anhe was fair-skinned and beardless, and he also had a frighteningly effeminate and cold appearance.
With a fair complexion and no beard, yet exuding such a murderous aura, who else could it be?
The onlookers were shaking like sieves.
What on earth has happened?! The Ninth Prince has actually arrived!
Anhe alighted from the carriage, and the servants quietly folded up the sedan chair and waited to the side.
The undercover eunuch, who had previously been monitoring Zhao Liangxu and was also one of An He's men, stepped forward and asked, "Your Majesty, the previous group has already infiltrated the courtyard. The Embroidered Uniform Guards have now joined us, and Zhao Chengxin and the others are practically trapped. Do you have any further instructions?"
Anhe, feeling a headache coming on, irritably pushed aside the hidden compartment and said, "Why are you asking me? The situation is clear now. Is there anything you need my instructions for? Or are you tired of being in this position?"
The eunuch bowed and replied, "Your Majesty, you have punished me! However, my subordinates reported that Princess Zhao was not with Zhao Chengxin and the others. After inquiring, we found that Princess Zhao was locked in another room, and there are guards there."
She was actually locked up.
"only......"
"Why are you stammering again? Do you want to sew your mouth shut?"
The eunuch swallowed hard, then said carefully, "My men reported that they saw two guards enter the room where Princess Zhao was locked, and they seemed to have ill intentions. Should we still go and... send someone to rescue her?"
"Snap!"
Anhe slapped the eunuch, his temples throbbing: "Idiot! Didn't you send anyone to stop this when you knew about it?! And you come to ask me!"
He gritted his teeth and ordered, "Lead the way for us!"
Anhe felt inexplicably anxious and gave the eunuch a cold look.
The undercover officers led Anhe to the desolate little house. As soon as Anhe saw the house, he knew that Zhao Chengxin did not regard Zhao Liangxu as a relative at all.
Such a shabby house amplifies the contempt to the extreme!
There was no one in front of the hut, and the door was unlocked, but the hidden guard could not get in.
Anhe's eyes twitched uneasily. The two guards weren't outside, and the door was locked from the inside...
"Break down this door for us."
He didn't know why he was so anxious about Zhao Liangxu, but he had to see her!
The hut was old and the wooden door was worn out, so the hidden guard easily broke it open.
Anhe looked into the house.
Dust settled on the ground.
He also met Zhao Liangxu's gaze.
Anhe had never seen Zhao Liangxu like this before.
She usually smiles, but today felt different.
The turquoise horse-face skirt she's wearing today must be a very fresh and beautiful color.
Now it has turned crimson.
What's different? Anhe stepped forward.
Is that why he felt different?
He saw the entire scene inside the house.
A knife was stuck in one person's collarbone; this knife certainly didn't belong to Zhao Liangxu.
That can only be from the dead.
He was dead beyond dead; even Anhe, who was so familiar with the imperial prison, had never seen anyone bleed so much.
The other person lay at Zhao Liangxu's feet, the jade hairpin on her face still trembling slightly from the noise of the door being broken down.
This is the other murder weapon.
Besides, this person was absolutely dead.
Anhe felt her heart pounding.
What happened? Was he angered by Zhao Liangxu? Zhao Liangxu is the one who knows how to anger him the most.
But he felt it wasn't anger.
Anhe felt that Zhao Liangxu was acting so differently today.
Her smile is captivating.
Anhe heard his own voice: "Did you kill these two people?"
Zhao Liangxu showed no fear on her face; in fact, she even wore a joyful smile.
"Yes, Eunuch An."
Anhe felt that Zhao Liangxu was not afraid at all.
This was because Zhao Liangxu was sitting steadily in the chair, even with her legs crossed.
She remained calm until then.
This was how it was when they first met; he was able to calmly confront him despite facing imminent death.
Even when he was choking her, he could still calculate and negotiate with her.
Even when she was imprisoned, she was not so frightened that she shed tears or trembled.
Now, Anhe found it perfectly reasonable, and she killed the two people so swiftly.
"Get up." Anhe heard his own voice again.
"Will Eunuch An kill me? You should have already captured Zhao Chengxin by now."
Upon hearing An He's words, Zhao Liangxu did not refuse. She put down her crossed legs and stood up, like a seedling breaking through the soil, facing An He's gaze.
She was not much different from An He, and Zhao Liangxu could look at An He with a smile.
An He didn't hear Zhao Liangxu's words.
He was puzzled.
After Zhao Liangxu stood up, her smiling face moved even closer.
The bloodstains on his face were still vivid.
He felt a sudden, inexplicable panic. What if Zhao Liangxu didn't have such skills?
The scene was truly thrilling to watch.
"What did Zhao Chengxin say to you?" Anhe asked again.
She seemed so different today, making Anhe feel as if her eyes followed Zhao Liangxu's every move.
Zhao Liangxu took a step back, tilted her head, and said, "If I tell you, will Eunuch An not kill me?"
Kill her?
Oh, right, she was just asking if he would kill her.
Of course!
Her value lies in finding Zhao Chengxin.
Of course he had to kill Zhao Liangxu.
She had made herself angry so many times, and she had repeatedly crossed her own bottom line.
Such an unruly and hateful person should be killed.
As Anhe thought this, she raised her hand and took out her handkerchief.
He gently wiped the blood from Zhao Liangxu's face.
Bloodstains.
The bloodstains added a touch of glamour to Zhao Liangxu's smiling face.
Anhe realized that Zhao Liangxu seemed different today.
Her smile is so beautiful.
It's beautiful to see in my heart.
He thought.
Perhaps he had fallen for Zhao Liangxu.
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