Chapter 49 World 2 (End)
Suddenly, something unexpected happened. Masked men holding swords appeared from all directions. Seeing this scene, Miss Deng trembled. Her originally confused mind suddenly became clear: the Queen actually used her to trick the lonely Yuwen Xuan here!
Yuwen Xuan carried no sword, nor was he accompanied by any guards. Although everyone had heard of his past reputation, he was now swordless, and… according to the Queen's instructions, the room had already been filled with a bewitching incense. Combined with the medicinal properties in Yuwen Xuan's body, the two would neutralize each other, confusing his mind and making it easier for them to attack!
Bao Shan's eyes widened in worry and fear. She reached out to grab Yu Wenxuan's sleeve, but found that his eyes were dark and bloodshot, extremely scary, like a wild beast out of control in the jungle.
Bao Shan was extremely flustered. She took light steps and stepped back, but something hard hit her waist, causing her pain. She had touched the wooden table placed in the corner. There was no place to retreat in this small space.
Helplessness, bewilderment, and all sorts of other emotions filled Bao Shan's eyes. As her lips opened and closed, she subconsciously called out to the person she trusted most: "Prince..."
Yuwen Xuan's ears twitched slightly, but he did not respond to her.
A mahogany box was placed in the center of the room. In the chaos, the box fell over, a bright white light flashed, and the Changming Sword appeared in front of everyone.
They really took the Changming Sword, but they didn't intend to return it to Yuwen Xuan, but to use it to humiliate him—
The Changming Sword was placed here, but Yuwen Xuan could not pick up the sword. He could only let others do whatever they wanted and suffer physical pain.
The masked man in the lead saw that Yuwen Xuan's eyes were dull and he looked confused, and thought to himself: If it is really as the Queen said, using drugs to damage his internal organs and then using external objects to lure him, they will complement each other. Yuwen Xuan will definitely lose his mind and have no choice but to surrender.
He sneered, raised his blade, and slashed at Yuwen Xuan's back. This was the feared "Blood Yama," once a terrifying figure. Now, to be held in his power, his blood boiled, and even the hand gripping the blade trembled slightly.
Miss Deng was under close guard. They hadn't touched her. She smiled wryly: perhaps it was because she had "contributed" to Yuwen Xuan's drugging that he wouldn't hurt her. Seeing the blazing white light, Miss Deng closed her eyes tightly, her throat clenched, and a wave of weakness arose in her heart.
Yuwen Xuan stood there like a puppet, unaware even of the sword wind coming from behind him.
A weak voice, sobbing, muttered his name.
"Your Majesty, get out of the way..."
"Danger……"
The voice was soft and weak, trembling with fear, but still calling his name with certainty.
The people around did not try to stop the precious fan. After all, this was in the Jinyu Pavilion, and even if people from the palace came, they would be stopped outside the door.
They looked at Bao Shan's pale face, trembling soft lips, slightly disheveled hair fluttering around her fair and soft neck. Her blood and energy were churning more and more violently, even adding a bit of inexplicable irritability.
The knife is getting faster and faster.
In the palace, the queen seemed to have sensed something, turned around and knelt on the cushion, muttering something.
It's not that her methods are cruel. The path originally prepared for Yuwen Xuan was to use Miss Deng as bait. If the prescription is used more frequently, the strength will increase greatly in a short period of time, which will have a miraculous effect of a last gasp.
Unfortunately, Miss Deng failed to warm Yuwen Xuan's cold heart. The emperor was also plagued by corrupt people, so she had to be anxious. The emperor disliked Yuwen Xuan and was unwilling to take action himself, which would have made her a target of public criticism. Only by planning things herself could she win the emperor's favor and live a peaceful life.
The Queen uttered the Sutra of Rebirth, hoping that the souls killed by the sword would not suffer much when they left.
The sword turned against the enemy.
The sharp blade pierced into the flesh, leaving a bloodstain on Yuwen Xuan's brocade robe. Blood splashed onto his eyelids, leaving long bloodstains, making him look particularly enchanting and gorgeous.
The Changming sword, which was originally placed on the ground, was held in Yuwen Xuan's hand and pierced the body of the man who had just raised the knife.
The Changming Sword had not been stained with blood for a long time, and not even a drop of blood had fallen from it, all of it seeping into the blade.
The man's eyes widened, and before he could even utter a question, he fell backward in embarrassment.
Yunqi rushed into the room and saw the frightened Baoshan. However, he could only pass by quickly, unable to even ask about her well-being. He knelt on the ground, clenched his fists, and reported to Yuwen Xuan that all 173 people in the Jinyu Pavilion had been captured, and no one had escaped.
Yuwen Xuan held the Changming Sword in his left hand, which was still shaking slightly.
According to the results of the court doctor's diagnosis, it was impossible for his right hand to lift the sword again, so it was better to find another plan.
Although the left hand was also tortured, it was still possible to repair it.
Yuwen Xuan practiced hard for many days before he was able to hold the Changming Sword again.
He held the sword in his left hand and wrapped his right hand around Baoshan's waist, slowly placing her limp feet on the ground.
Tears welled up in Baoshan's eyes. She was happy that Yuwen Xuan had survived and escaped death.
But when she raised her head, she saw the blood on Yuwen Xuan's face, her body trembled, and tears fell from her eyes.
Yuwen Xuan frowned and reached out to wipe the tears from her face.
But he caught a glimpse of a large amount of blood on his palm out of the corner of his eye, and slowly put it down.
He glanced at the dejected masked men around him and spoke in a cold voice.
"Just now, you didn't save me."
Baoshan felt sad when she heard this. She knew that she was useless, timid and powerless.
When Yuwen Xuan was in danger, she could only cry and it was of no use at all. Yuwen Xuan was right to blame her for this.
"Crying and sobbing makes people upset."
Although Baoshan was aware of her timid nature, she still felt bitter when Yuwen Xuan pointed it out so openly.
Yuwen Xuan held Baoshan's waist tightly, turned her body, wrapped his palm around her soft hand, and pointed at a person not far away.
"Did you see that man?"
Bao Shan was confused and looked in the direction Yuwen Xuan pointed. After identifying the man, he said in a low voice, "I saw him."
Yuwen Xuan chuckled softly, he was almost sticking to Baoshan's neck, and the chuckle seemed to ring in Baoshan's ears, making her shrink.
Yuwen Xuan gently caressed the softness under his hands. When the frosty skin was stained with blood, he frowned and spoke in a cold voice, like a deadly Shura: "Go, kill him."
Baoshan's body trembled, and she raised her clear eyes in disbelief and looked at Yuwen Xuan.
"I say, go kill him."
The cold voice echoed in the room, and almost everyone could hear it clearly.
Yunqi clenched his palms and wanted to stand up, but was forcibly stopped by his companions.
Yuwen Xuan frowned and looked at Baoshan's expression. She was so uneasy and flustered. When he got closer, Yuwen Xuan lowered his head slightly and could carefully observe her delicate and soft white skin. It seemed that even if it was stained with dirty blood, it was not like him, which made people avoid her. Instead, she looked even more pitiful.
The faint fragrance of the treasure fan wafted over, and Yuwen Xuan took it all in. He even lowered his body further, and lightly touched the strands of black hair with his thin lips, intending to take all the fragrance into his body.
This is his beauty, the pure and flawless pear blossom of Yuwen Xuan, enough for him to savor day and night without getting tired of it.
But human hearts are fickle, and even the most beautiful pear blossoms can be stained by the mud and become filthy. What about the precious fan? Will she be the same? Yuwen Xuan grabbed a thin short blade and pressed it into the precious fan's hand.
What will she do? Will she obey?
Yuwen Xuan held his subordinate's waist tightly. Even if the pear blossoms were covered with mud, they were still his.
Baoshan was not careful for a moment and almost dropped the short blade. Yuwen Xuan let go of Baoshan's waist, covered her palms with both hands, and taught her how to hold it tightly.
Baoshan's body was shaking, and he walked towards the masked man with trembling feet.
The masked man who was held on the ground wanted to struggle, but he was suppressed by the guards and could not move at all.
The guards also considerately clamped the masked man's hands behind his back, exposing his chest.
As long as he could stab her, Yuwen Xuan would be satisfied and would no longer care about the fact that Baoshan was just crying and not trying to save him.
Baoshan held a bone-chilling short blade in his hand, and his cuffs were embroidered with small, soft pear blossoms. When the short blade sank into his hand, the blood would stain his cuffs.
The trembling hand brought the short blade forward, and when it was only a millimeter away from the chest, it fell to the ground with a "bang".
Bao Shan loosened his stiff hands and walked in front of Yu Wenxuan, not even daring to raise his head: "I can't, I can't..."
Her voice was intermittent and it took her a long time to utter a complete sentence because she was so frightened.
"I can't do it. If the prince blames me, then..."
Yuwen Xuan's eyes were dark and unclear.
Miss Deng figured out some of Yuwen Xuan's thoughts, and when no one was paying attention to her, she picked up the short blade that had fallen on the ground and stabbed the man in the chest.
A warm touch splashed on her face. Miss Deng watched helplessly as a living person fell to the ground. Her eyes were dull and it took a long time for her to come to her senses: "I want to go back... I didn't do it..."
The guard saw that she was unconscious and probably frightened by the scene, so he quickly covered her mouth and took her out.
Baoshan never thought that even though he didn't take any action, the man still died under the short blade.
She bent her knees and wanted to kneel down, but was suddenly picked up by Yuwen Xuan.
“Get out!”
The guards bowed their heads and carried the corpses and swords out of the house.
The outer hall of Jinyu Pavilion is used to receive guests, while the inner hall is equipped with fragrant pillows and soft couches.
Yuwen Xuan kicked open the door and placed the treasure fan in his arms on the couch.
The moment Baoshan threw away the short blade, Yuwen Xuan's heart seemed to be completely melted by the warmth and resumed its normal beating.
These are the pear blossoms that belong to him.
Pear blossoms that will never be stained by dirt.
He sat down on the couch with great confidence and placed the precious fan on his knees.
Yuwen Xuan was like a lone traveler in the desert, pecking at the sweet water.
Baoshan's lips were filled with tears, and the corners of her eyes were red from being kissed.
Her eyes were hazy, and she vaguely saw Yuwen Xuan using the Changming sword to gently cut through her clothes - outer shirt, inner shirt, skirt... The dazzling whiteness, like a delicious feast, was presented in front of Yuwen Xuan for him to savor carefully.
As the waves rose and fell, Baoshan heard Yuwen Xuan's whisper.
"I wanted to do this the first time I saw you."
"You are crawling at my feet, your body is soft and your waist is thin, you belong to me."
"Once you become a princess, you will feel comfortable like this every day..."
Baoshan opened her soft lips slightly, wanting to say, "No, it can't be like this every day." But before she could utter a word, her lips were taken away and played with at will.
When he woke up again, Baoshan felt sore all over. Just as he stretched out his hand, a figure came towards him.
"beautiful?"
Jinxiu brought the warm tea to Baoshan's mouth, looking proud of herself.
"The world has changed now, don't you know..."
Within just one day, the emperor and the empress died of illness one after another in the palace. People were talking about it, saying that the emperor was unkind and had sent down divine punishment.
Since it is a punishment from heaven, the one who will succeed the emperor must not be his biological son. The little princes in the palace and babies less than a hundred days old are not allowed to inherit the throne.
The ministers selected a respectful and polite person from the descendants of the late emperor to inherit the throne.
The new emperor particularly respected Yuwen Xuan, a former meritorious official, and rewarded him with fiefdoms and gold and silver, and also allowed him to avoid frequent audiences with the emperor.
Jinxiu was busy packing her luggage so that she could rush to the fiefdom with everyone else.
Bao Shan propped herself up and tried to get up: "I'll help you."
Jinxiu smiled sweetly: "Why would I need your help? I am now the most favored maidservant beside the princess, and there are plenty of people to help me pack my things."
Baoshan's voice was soft and full of doubt: "Princess? But Miss Deng?"
Jinxiu curled her lips and said, "That's not the case. Miss Deng went out for a while and came back scared and talking nonsense.
She and Hua Qing had just come out of the palace, so naturally they had to return to the palace.
I heard that the new emperor arranged for them to take care of the two former princes, which is not a good job."
The neglected prince naturally had a bad temper, and since he had no one to vent his anger on, he could only torture the maidservants around him.
Jinxiu was about to say something else when the housekeeper came in and scolded her, "The princess is not feeling well. She should rest well now."
Jinxiu shrank her head and stepped aside obediently.
The butler said in a clear voice: "Now that the princess has woken up, we should go to the fiefdom as soon as possible."
Bao Shan shook her head slightly, her face hazy: "Who is the princess?"
The two people opposite responded in unison: "Of course it's you."
The butler thought for a moment and said, "The wedding ceremony must not be sloppy. I will make every effort to arrange it once we reach the fiefdom. However, the etiquette is complicated and it will take at least three months to complete. Princess, please don't worry."
Baoshan tightly grasped the brocade quilt on his body. It felt warm and smooth, and it was not made of ordinary cotton, but silk.
Baoshan responded in a muffled voice.
After she finished washing up and walked out of the house, she saw many people in the yard, all busy at work.
Baoshan raised her eyebrows slightly, saw Yuwen Xuan's figure, and quickened her pace and threw herself into his arms.
Seeing this, everyone hurriedly left the yard, leaving the two of them alone.
"Your Highness, where have you been? I feel like I'm dreaming. Everyone around me is so strange..."
Baoshan only remembered that in the hazy state, the two of them were as happy as a pair of mandarin ducks, and Yuwen Xuan promised to let her stay by his side. The rest was like clouds and mist, and she could not remember it at all.
"What's weird about it?"
"They call me princess."
Yuwen Xuan's eyes were deep, and he raised his finger to the fan under his chin: "If you don't want to be a princess, what do you want to be? Queen?"
Seeing that he was really thinking, Baoshan hurriedly denied it.
"No, the princess is fine."
Yuwen Xuan chuckled softly, and the smile seemed to come from his chest, making the precious fan pressed against Yuwen Xuan's chest blush.
At some point, the precious fan fell from Yuwen Xuan's arms onto the swing.
The swing is made of fine rosewood and decorated with flowers. It looks particularly lively from a distance.
At this time, Yuwen Xuan used it for another purpose, shaking off the petals, which slid onto the delicate and soft skin of the treasure fan.
The sunlight in the sky made people dizzy. Baoshan bit the hard shoulder to prevent the broken words from being heard by others.
Happy day, happy night, happy day and night.
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