Chapter 48 If you dare to mess with someone, who else will die...?
Outside the villa, all was deathly silent.
Upon hearing the shadow guard's report, Jiang Yue subconsciously turned his gaze to the prince. The man's expression instantly turned serious, his jaw tightened, and a deep killing intent surged in his eyes.
Fu Huaiqing gripped the reins tightly, his face cold, and rode away without saying a word.
Jiang Yue and Cheng Jin, who had followed, exchanged a glance, both seeing fear in each other's eyes. They quickly followed the prince's steps, praying silently in their hearts.
What they are certain of right now is that if anything happens to Biezhi, His Highness will definitely unleash a massacre.
The night was deep, the bright moonlight was slowly obscured by the clouds, and the light and shadows in the sky dissipated into the world. The girl's figure disappeared into the night.
The shadowy figure chasing her was stopped by the guards who arrived in time. Seeing that the situation was not good, they immediately retreated.
Suddenly, the roles of offense and defense shifted.
Fleeing the place of trouble, Biezhi did not linger and ran towards the nearest Zhuque Gate. On one side of the lake was a bustling street scene, while on the other side where she was, there was a quiet and boundless silence, without a trace of light or shadow.
Upon seeing the Five Flavors Shop on the opposite shore of the lake, she paused slightly, as if she could see the quiet bustle under the lights.
Biezhi's eyes flickered, and she smiled, a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth.
I never imagined I wouldn't even get to see him one last time.
She wasn't sure if there were assassins following her. Rushing to the Five Flavors Shop would only disrupt the peace inside, and if the assassins went berserk, innocent people might be harmed.
Bie Zhi's smile deepened, her bright smile masking a flush of red. She widened her eyes slightly to suppress the brimming tears, and waved towards the direction of Wuweipu.
Before she could even feel sad, faint footsteps echoed in her ears. The footsteps were urgent, and they were about forty or fifty feet away from her. Biezhi did not expect them to arrive so quickly. She quickly looked around and caught sight of the forest courtyard not far away. She crouched down and quickly disappeared into the forest, using the dense foliage to conceal herself.
The branch hid in the jungle, holding its breath and concentrating.
There were about twenty people.
Following closely behind the footsteps came the sound of horses' hooves.
Their sword hilts swept across the surrounding jungle, the crisp sound of the hilts swinging over branches echoing like drums in the ears of others. Her heart tightened, her throat tightened, and she could hardly breathe.
The crisp rustling sound grew closer. Biezhi bent down, bracing herself against the wall, and slowly walked forward along the wall of the woods. The sound grew louder and louder in her ears.
She couldn't tell whether the person who came was an assassin following her master's orders or a guard from the royal palace.
The former wanted her dead, the latter saved her life.
"Did you find it?"
The sound of horses' hooves stopped, and a man's clear, crisp voice suddenly rang out.
Biezhi's breathing stopped for a moment.
It's the King of Hell who's come to take her life!
Her eyelashes fluttered, and she glanced at the dense bushes three steps away. Before she could settle down, her master's cold, chilling words echoed in her ears once more.
He said coldly, "We'll dig three feet into the ground to find him."
Biezhi's body trembled violently.
What had I done to offend him that he was so determined to kill me?!
The footsteps beside her grew closer and closer. Biezhi bent down and hid in the bushes, using the tall, dense bushes to conceal herself. Through the gaps in the bushes, she glimpsed the figures passing by.
Watching them walk by one by one, seemingly without noticing her, Biezhi breathed a slight sigh of relief. However, before she could truly relax, she heard footsteps again beside her. Unlike the assassins who were gradually moving outwards, these footsteps were noticeably steady, approaching at a leisurely pace.
A fierce gaze pierced through the layers of bushes, and Biezhi froze.
She slightly lifted her eyes and met a familiar gaze.
The man bent down, staring at me silently with a faint smile. His gaze lingered on me inch by inch, as if he were scrutinizing something.
The moment their eyes met, Biezhi suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and tried to grab his wrist to pull him into the bushes, but she realized something was wrong in a moment and her palm slowly froze in mid-air.
What's Ji Ran doing here?
Before she could even ask, she heard him ask, "Where are you planning to go?"
The whole world fell silent.
Biezhi clearly heard the astonishment coming from the depths of her heart. Her lips, which had been tightly pressed together for a long time, parted slightly, and her eyes widened like the full moon on the fifteenth of August.
How could Ji Ran speak...?
Wasn't he born deaf?
The man's thin lips parted again as he asked, "Are you hurt anywhere?"
The gentle concern that reached Biezhi's ears inexplicably brought a chill to her; the silent voice sounded far too much like her master's.
They don't just look alike, they are clearly the same person!
But how could they be the same person?
One is a deaf man from Wuweipu, and the other is the owner of Xianyunlou. These two people, who are completely unrelated, could not possibly be the same person!
In an instant, Biezhi felt that everything made sense.
She now knew why her master had killed her.
It now seems that he wasn't hunting her down because she hadn't completed her mission, but because she had offended him early on with her rude remarks.
But isn't he being a bit too stingy?
Before Biezhi could react, she caught a glimpse of a somewhat familiar figure running forward. He stood behind Jiran, seemingly unaware of her presence, and bowed, saying, "Your Highness, I have not seen Miss Biezhi."
Upon hearing this, Biezhi almost couldn't catch her breath.
She stared intently at Cheng Jin behind 'Jiran', then slowly looked away at the long, narrow scar on his face.
Wait a minute, the man in front of me is definitely Ji Ran.
Before she could even react, another figure strode towards her. It was clearly Qing Shan. His eyes were fixed on her, and as he approached, a faint smell of blood filled the air.
Without hesitation, Biezhi pinched herself, and a sudden wave of pain washed over her entire body.
She wasn't dreaming.
Haha, we're doomed.
Bechichi knew perfectly well that she was doomed.
"Let me tell you, I have a master, and he's really not human."
"Last night, a junior brother who had secretly left was caught and brought back. The master ordered his men to lock him in a dark dungeon and told us to listen outside. The junior brother's screams after being tortured echoed all around, like a vengeful ghost. I was so frightened that I woke up three times during the night. No, rather than saying that the junior brother was a vengeful ghost, it would be more accurate to say that the master was the vengeful ghost wandering the human world."
"Is he out of his mind? I don't think I've done anything wrong lately, so why is he tormenting me like this? He just left and then sent people to find me and bring me back, back and forth four or five times. Does he think I don't have a temper? One day, I'll definitely ride on his head and make him beg for mercy."
"He is the only King Yama in the world. Even the King Yama has to respectfully call him brother. When I was given a mission, he actually told me to pay with my life if necessary. Isn't my life a life too? The King Yama has to wait until my lifespan is over before sending the Black and White Impermanence to take me away. But he actually wants to take my life in advance."
"Our King Yama is unpredictable; one minute it's sunny, the next it's cloudy. We can't fathom what he's thinking."
"Good girl."
"I'm afraid that as he gets older, the gossip will increase and cause his personality to change drastically."
Her past words echoed in her ears one by one. She blinked, wanting to run away, but her legs felt like lead, and she couldn't lift them at all.
"I'm taking back the title of 'King of Hell' that I gave to my master. From now on, I'll give that title to Prince Su. You have no idea how stern he looked today, as if I owed him tens of millions of taels of silver. What a waste of that face."
"If you have a voice similar to Prince Su, we might as well pretend to be mute. With such a handsome face, but a voice like a water buffalo, we'd better not."
"Suddenly I feel a little sorry for the court officials. If I had to hear his voice every day at court, I would definitely resign."
"If I were his wife, I would definitely find a chance to give him a drug to make him mute."
Oh, I made a lewd gesture towards him.
Biezhi clearly realized that if a single word could cost her a head, even if she transformed into a thousand-headed monster today, it wouldn't be enough for him to chop off. Even the dullest ghost-headed blade in the West Market hadn't finished cutting her off.
Not to mention that she had also made inappropriate advances towards him.
She even made indecent advances towards the current regent in broad daylight...
She dared to offend the powerful; if she doesn't die, who will?
Biezhi: "..."
I don't know if it's too late to beg for mercy now.
Fu Huaiqing could tell at a glance that she had written the entire novel in her mind, and looked at her with a half-smile: "Now you know fear?"
His smile is so sinister; he truly is a devil who takes lives.
Even as she faced death, she couldn't help but mutter complaints to herself.
Biezhi swallowed hard, silently finishing the next sentence for him in her mind.
Why didn't you do this earlier?
If she knew that Ji Ran was her master, and that he was Prince Su, she wouldn't dare to act recklessly even if she had ten thousand lives! She would definitely run far away and never appear in front of him in this lifetime.
Biezhi laughed awkwardly twice, looking at him with a tearful expression.
Fu Huaiqing chuckled.
Suddenly, I found this kind of unusual branch quite interesting.
He smiled without saying a word, raising his chin slightly to signal her to walk back: "What are you doing standing here? Are you going to leave?"
“I—” Biezhi stopped speaking abruptly when she met the man’s deep eyes, then changed the subject: “With the prince protecting me, I naturally won’t leave.”
The girl's fawning smile was an eyesore to Fu Huaiqing.
He even wanted to tear her head apart to see what she was imagining, but said, "Don't worry, it won't kill you."
Upon hearing this, Biezhi became even more worried.
You see, only someone who has ever thought about taking her life would tell her they wouldn't do that; someone who has never thought about taking their own life wouldn't even consider this.
He clearly thought about it!
At this point in time, being cautious in speech and action is definitely the right thing to do. The more you say, the more mistakes you make; the less you say, the less likely you are to make a mistake.
Biezhi silently pursed her lips, following closely behind him. She was tempted to end it all on the spot, thinking that if she did it herself, at least she could leave her body intact. As she pondered, she caught a glimpse of him pausing and turning back. She suddenly forced a smile and looked at him.
No matter how I look at it, I feel heartbroken.
She simply couldn't reconcile the man before her, who clearly resembled Ji Ran, with her master, or even with His Highness Prince Su; they were clearly different people.
How gentle is silence.
The master and Prince Su were as fierce as could be.
The carriage bearing the seal of the Prince Su's Mansion stopped on the side of the street. Bie Zhi, with his heavy steps, caught a glimpse of Ji Ran's tall and slender figure as he stopped. He slightly turned his body to indicate that he should get into the carriage.
The man's deep, dark pupils, set against the backdrop of the night, resembled an abyss that beckoned her to delve deeper, ready to devour her whole the moment she looked in.
Biezhi thought about it seriously. If he were in Biezhi's shoes, he would definitely tear the person who cursed him every day to pieces. Putting himself in Biezhi's shoes, it was normal for him to want to kill him.
The atmosphere around them grew increasingly heavy, and Biezhi resolutely decided to face death.
She resolutely stepped onto the stool and leaned into the sedan chair, not seeing the man reach out his hand to help her up.
Fu Huaiqing stared at the swaying curtains for a long time, then quietly chuckled.
As the gaze that had been fixed on her disappeared, Biezhi breathed a sigh of relief, but before she could finish her breath, she met 'Jiran's' eyes. Her breath caught in her throat for a long while before finally coming down.
The prince's carriage was quite large; Biezhi wished it could be even bigger.
Why is he sitting so close to me?
Moreover, his hand was pressing on her sleeve!
Biezhi glanced at him casually, and seeing that his attention did not seem to be on her, she breathed a sigh of relief, lowered her eyes and quietly tugged at the sleeve that he was holding down.
After finally managing to extract a little bit, I suddenly felt something was wrong.
It seems a bit too quiet.
She secretly lifted half an inch of her eyelid, and her eyes suddenly met. He raised an eyebrow slightly and glanced at the actions in his hands as if he were not paying attention.
Biezhi: "..."
After a moment of silence, she quietly tucked the sleeve she had pulled out back in, little by little.
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