Chapter 29 World 2 (V)
Ever since the previous dynasty, when foreign princes gained excessive power, they sparked rebellion and launched an uprising, leading to a period of chaotic fighting. This dynasty has been wary of foreign princes, and for decades, only those of royal blood could be granted the title of prince. However, during the reign of the former emperor, a foreign prince, Yuwen Xuan, emerged. His military exploits were so remarkable that mere rewards of gold, silver, jewels, and vast acres of fertile land were insufficient to demonstrate his merits. Only the bestowal of a title could reassure the other generals.
Hua Qing recounted stories of Yuwen Xuan's exploits while a maid in the imperial palace. Rumors circulated that Yuwen Xuan, nicknamed "Blood Yama" by other nations, clad in silver armor, wielded a longsword forged of bronze and black iron, and rode a majestic maroon warhorse. Man and horse, he was unstoppable on the battlefield. Wherever Yuwen Xuan went, rivers of blood flowed, and wails echoed through the mountains and villages. He was also incredibly brutal, not only ruthless but also merciless.
Even the captive who pleaded for mercy, kneeling on the ground and crawling for his life, showed no sign of being moved. He raised his hand, drew his sword, and put an end to him. Therefore, other nations dubbed Yuwen Xuan "Bloody Yama," a title well-deserved. If Yama King were not still alive, who would be so emotionless and only knew how to kill?
Someone in the palace had seen Yuwen Xuan returning from the battlefield. He had not taken off his armor, and a sword was slung at his waist. He was covered in blood, and his face was mostly covered with blood. It seemed as if he had just walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. He did not know how to restrain his murderous aura and stood in front of the emperor's palace to report the situation of the war.
There was a lot of discussion in the palace, and everyone thought that Yuwen Xuan was too ignorant of the rules.
No matter how miserable you look outside, if you want to enter the palace to meet the emperor, you must at least take a bath, change clothes, wipe off the blood on your face and body, and come to see him clean.
There was a eunuch who claimed to be the emperor's favorite and had been by his side since he was a child.
Therefore, unlike others who could only criticize secretly in their hearts, this eunuch said with a serious face that Yuwen Xuan's behavior was not proper. Although the prince had worked hard and made great contributions, he was still a minister after all. If a minister wanted to see the king, he must be well behaved.
As for how to deal with it, before the eunuch could explain it in detail, his head and body were separated. The blood on his neck mixed with the blood on the sword, reflecting in Yuwen Xuan's red eyes.
Afterwards, Yuwen Xuan walked out of the hall. The emperor did not ask about the matter of the eunuch at all.
Instead, he comforted Yuwen Xuan softly and asked him to return to the palace to recuperate.
From then on, no one in the palace dared to give instructions to Yuwen Xuan.
Bao Shan frowned and thought, if it was as Hua Qing said, the emperor would definitely be wary of Yuwen Xuan. Why would he assign Miss Deng to be with the prince, causing the prince to be unhappy?
Hua Qing said slowly, "But now that the prince's tendons have been severed, I'm afraid he can no longer fight on the battlefield, nor can he appear before the emperor covered in blood."
Despite the shortage of food supplies, Yuwen Xuan was still able to survive this desperate situation and returned in triumph. In the court, he listened to the two officials, one in charge of transporting the food, and the other in charge, talking about the difficult situation on the way with guilt on their faces.
Yuwen Xuan listened attentively to what they said, and then heard the emperor on the throne ask what he thought about the matter.
Yuwen Xuan did not want to argue too much, so he just sent the two officials to meet the soldiers on the Yellow Springs Road.
"They haven't heard your explanation yet, so you should have a good talk with them."
For a moment, blood was spilled in the court. The emperor looked gloomy, and the ministers were trembling with fear. The smell of blood lingered in their noses, and none of them dared to say no.
Just recently, Yuwen Xuan went on another expedition. This time, the food and grass were fully supplied, but there was a traitor in the military camp who used some means to capture this "Blood Yama". In order to avenge their past grudges, they did not take Yuwen Xuan's life immediately. Instead, they severed the meridians in his hands, wanting to make him a waste and torture him slowly.
To this day, no one knows how Yuwen Xuan, with the meridians in his hands broken and chains all around him, managed to take the lives of several people guarding him and return to the court with the heads of the leader and the traitor in his arms.
However, after being examined by the imperial physician, it was found that the meridians were injured too severely and his hands would no longer be able to lift heavy objects, let alone carry a sword into the battlefield.
Yuwen Xuan, a prince of a different surname, would spend the rest of his life in the palace, just like other idle princes. If he felt like it, he could go to some brothel, where he could have a drink and have fun with beautiful women.
Hua Qing was still in shock. Although Yuwen Xuan could not go to the battlefield, his violent character had not changed at all. Killing a little maid was still easy for him.
When Hua Qing learned in the palace that she would be taken out by Miss Deng to Yuwen Xuan's residence, her heart trembled. However, now that she didn't see Yuwen Xuan often, she only stayed with Miss Deng, and from time to time she could get benefits, so this fear gradually dissipated.
Bao Shan carefully took note of this information in his mind, as perhaps six out of ten of them were true.
After all, stories passed down orally are bound to differ somewhat from the truth.
As soon as Baoshan approached Yuwen Xuan's residence, his heart was beating like a drum, and he felt extremely uneasy.
Others said that Yuwen Xuan's residence was filled with evil spirits, and because he had been on the battlefield for many years and had taken many lives, he had committed many sins of killing.
Bao Shan gently stroked his chest, and only when the beating sound in his chest gradually became steady did he walk inside.
Yuwen Xuan did not issue any orders strictly prohibiting others from entering his residence, nor did he stop the maids and servants from walking around freely.
But on weekdays, even if he didn't give orders, the many servants didn't dare to move around randomly.
As for entering Yuwen Xuan's residence, that was even more impossible.
If you meet the unstable Yuwen Xuan and accidentally become the dead soul under his sword, wouldn't that be extremely pitiful?
This place was different from the Rose Garden, with even more guards. Bao Shan lowered his eyes, not daring to look up, and hurried away with steady steps.
"Hey, stop!"
Just as a loud voice was heard behind him, Baoshan stopped. The man was wearing a dark suit and had the uniform sword of the guards on his waist.
This person was the guard of the mansion. He called the maid because the maid who was responsible for taking care of Changming Sword suddenly fell ill and there was no time to find a replacement.
When Bao Shan turned around obediently, the guard was slightly stunned. He had never seen such a lustful woman.
There are many maids in the palace, and many of them are pretty, but none of them can be as charming and delicate as the one in front of him, who makes one's heart flutter when seeing her.
The guards even hesitated when they wanted to say something.
"Since you are also a servant, go and take care of Changming."
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, the guard felt annoyed and wondered if his voice was too loud or his words were too rude.
And the woman in front of him, if she wasn't a maid, what he just said would have been too presumptuous.
But in the palace, apart from Miss Deng, the only people who could appear were maids.
Besides, the guards had received orders not to allow Miss Deng to enter here, so they carefully examined Miss Deng's portrait to ensure that they could recognize her at a glance.
Baoshan opened her pearly teeth slightly, and there was a hint of hesitation in her words.
"Yes. But where is Changming?"
The guard felt relieved and walked to Baoshan, taking her to take care of Changming's house.
Changming is not a living person, but a long sword, the sword that Yuwen Xuan brought to the battlefield. Countless souls have been sacrificed under this long sword.
The guard stopped in front of a house, opened the door, and said to the treasured fan behind him, "You just need to wipe the sword clean and remove some dust, and you'll be fine."
The guard paused for a moment before continuing, "If you're afraid, don't do this."
In fact, the guard already felt regretful. He just wanted to find a maid to take care of Changming. When he saw the treasure fan, his mind went blank and his feet became uncontrollable.
But now, thinking of the reaction of the maid who had taken care of Changming in the past, she couldn't help but feel secretly regretful.
This sword was imbued with a powerful malevolent aura. The swordsmith explained that swords and people differ only in form, yet their inner selves are very similar. Changming possessed an excessive amount of yang energy and needed the nourishment of yin. Therefore, a woman was required to care for him, so the housekeeper found a maid to look after him.
But every time the maid came, she went in hesitantly and left in a hurry, with a look of fear on her face.
The guards were worried that the precious fan would be frightened, and they couldn't help feeling uneasy.
Baoshan carefully asked about the details of taking care of the long sword in the house, and although he was a little worried, he still went into the house.
This room was large enough for more than a dozen people to live in, but it only contained a long sword.
The Changming Sword was placed right in the center, and Baoshan moved closer.
The hilt and scabbard are both bronze in color, engraved with curved and undulating patterns. Looking closely, it is a vine, the roots starting from the scabbard, winding upwards, and growing branches and leaves at the hilt.
According to the guards, the Changming Sword was made of bronze mixed with black iron, and was tempered in a burning flame. It weighs about 100 kilograms and can cut iron like mud.
Ever since Yuwen Xuan could no longer lift heavy objects with his hands, he placed the Changming Sword here.
As soon as he approached the Changming Sword, he felt his heart beating uncontrollably. Baoshan followed the guard's instructions and hastily wiped the hilt and scabbard.
As for the sword blade inside, Baoshan naturally could not lift the sword weighing a hundred pounds, and she did not need to take care of it inside.
Baoshan's soft and white palm stroked the cold and hard scabbard, and used a soft handkerchief to carefully wipe away the fine dust on it.
At the junction of the scabbard and the hilt, there is a tattered red silk. Perhaps it has been used for many years, and the color is no longer as bright red as before.
Bao Shan asked the guard outside the room through the door: "There is a piece of red silk here, it looks torn, do you want to take it down?"
The guard frowned when he heard this. Why hasn't the red silk been taken off yet? When the maid who took care of Changming came, he asked her to take off the red silk, and the maid agreed very well. It turned out that the maid was pretending to obey and didn't take off the red silk at all.
The guard recalled how the maidservant had hurried along in the past, refusing to stay in the room for even a moment longer. Even the precious fan he had called for in a hurry had stayed in the room longer than she had.
I'm afraid that when she was taking care of Changming, she was just perfunctory and didn't even do small things like cleaning and removing dust. She just walked a few steps in the room and then left in a hurry.
His thoughts turned slightly, and the guard responded to the treasure fan.
"Take it off."
Baoshan pulled the red silk, and the red silk cloth that had been tied for who knows how many years was easily untied and fell into her palm.
Baoshan looked at the red silk, then raised her head and looked at Changming carefully. Her heart moved slightly, and she wrapped the red silk in a handkerchief and stuffed it into her arms.
Baoshan had just left.
After a while, Yuwen Xuan strode over. He was wearing a dark-colored robe with silver thread patterns and no other decorations.
Because it is tall, like a towering mountain, it casts a large shadow.
In addition, his eyes were sharp and intimidating without even being angry. As soon as they approached, an oppressive aura came towards them, causing the guards to breathe softly.
Yuwen Xuan walked into the house, and the door closed tightly. Changming was in the center, the sunlight filtering through the window paper, illuminating it, while Yuwen Xuan stood in the shadows, his expression gloomy.
He pondered for a moment, then stepped forward and placed his broad palm on the scabbard.
His tense brows relaxed for a moment. Yuwen Xuan raised his palm and pressed it against the sword. The usually cold bronze and black iron now felt a warmth.
Yuwen Xuan frowned slightly, and his palm touched the warm spot.
His palms were broad, and he could easily cover the warmth.
——It’s not a man’s hand.
The warmth is soft and has a faint fragrance.
Yu Wenxuan's palms were already cool, and he moved closer to the trace of warmth, connecting closely with it, as if the owner of the warmth was being held in his palms.
One big and one small, one hard and one soft, the two palms fit tightly together in the same position on the scabbard.
But the heat dissipated, leaving only the coolness on Yuwen Xuan's body and the coldness of the bronze and black iron.
The room was completely silent, and there was no warmth or warmth anymore. Yuwen Xuan felt a little cold in his heart, and quite lost.
Yuwen Xuan left the house and asked the guard.
"Who was here just now?"
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