"Gongyang Yuheng!"
Leng Qingqiu's roar shattered the tranquility of the evening hour. In the shadows of the Imperial College's Anxiang Pavilion garden, she stood, clad in black and masked, blocking the dark figure that had just returned from the back hills.
"I don't know what you mean," Gongyang Yuheng said in a low voice, a hint of alarm in his voice. He was dressed in black, his figure was tall and straight, but he exuded a cold aura.
Leng Qingqiu's eyes were filled with rage, as if she wanted to burn the person before her to ashes. She knew that besides herself, Gong Yang Yuheng was the only one who could control the wolves with the magic flute.
Yesterday afternoon, she could have taken Nalan Qingcheng's life at the Imperial College training ground, but Gongyang Yuheng interfered, so not only did she fail to complete the mission, but all the men she brought with her were wiped out.
This afternoon, she could have easily killed Nalan Qingcheng in the back mountains by using the tigers and wolves. However, it was because of this treacherous Sixth Prince that all her careful planning came to nothing.
Gongyang Yuheng, the spy of Lengyue Kingdom, has now betrayed Lengyue Kingdom and the Emperor. His actions filled Leng Qingqiu with anger.
Leng Qingqiu's eyes widened, her piercing gaze shooting straight at Gongyang Yuheng like sharp arrows, as if to poke thousands of holes in his body. Her fists clenched tightly, making a creaking sound, and she wished she could knock him to the ground immediately.
Gongyang Yuheng, on the other hand, appeared calm and composed. A complex emotion flashed across his eyes, but they instantly returned to being cold.
A mere exchange of glances was already filled with the glint and shadow of swords, like the collision of two powerful forces, sparks flying and suffocating. In this tense atmosphere, time seemed to freeze, and everything became particularly heavy.
Leng Qingqiu became more and more angry the more he thought about it. He held a sword with a cold and gleaming light in his hand and slashed towards Bai Yuheng with a "swoosh".
Seeing this, Gongyang Yuheng hurriedly took out the jade flute from his waist and used it as a weapon, making "clang clang clang" sounds to block the sword energy of Leng Qingqiu that was approaching him step by step.
Leng Qingqiu's moves became more and more ferocious, and every sword strike carried a fierce murderous intent.
Gongyang Yuheng dodged left and right, effortlessly avoiding the attacks. He knew this day would not end peacefully. To avoid attracting the Imperial College guards, he fought and retreated, looking for a chance to escape.
Suddenly, he found a flaw and rushed forward, with the jade flute piercing Leng Qingqiu's throat.
Leng Qingqiu dodged sideways and swung his sword backhand, but was blocked by Gongyang Yuheng with his jade flute.
When the two were in a stalemate, Gongyang Yuheng kicked Leng Qingqiu in the stomach. While she was in pain, he jumped onto the wall and disappeared after a few jumps.
Leng Qingqiu looked at the direction where Gongyang Yuheng left, with a glimmer of unwillingness in his eyes.
She gnashed her teeth and muttered to herself, "Gongyang Yuheng, if I don't avenge this, I, Leng Qingqiu, will no longer be a human being!"
On the other side, after Hua Qingcheng and the students of Class D returned to the Imperial College, everyone packed up their things and went home.
After exiting the Imperial College, Hua Qingcheng gently patted the back of her Xiangyun horse before swiftly climbing aboard. Her posture was slender and her movements smooth and flowing. Once firmly seated, she closed her eyes slightly and began to process the events of the past two days in her mind.
First, there was the assassin attack on the horseback riding grounds yesterday, and then there was the tiger and wolf pack she encountered in the hills behind the Imperial College this afternoon. These events happened one after another, making her realize that all of this was aimed at her.
Ever since becoming a princess, Hua Qingcheng has been the target of numerous assassination attempts. The assassins had been quiet for a while, but ever since Mu Lige gave birth, all sorts of evildoers have been on the scene again.
The people behind this are all fighting for the throne. The most suspicious ones are her half-sisters and the officials in the court who support these princesses.
Hua Qingcheng's heart grew heavier. She knew that if the person behind the assassination wasn't caught soon, these assassinations would continue unabated. She couldn't let herself and those around her be in danger. She had to take action to protect herself and everything she held dear.
Thinking of this, a strong anger surged in Hua Qingcheng's heart. She gripped the reins tightly, and her eyes became even colder, as if she wanted to penetrate all the vanity in this world and find the truth hidden behind it.
However, when Hua Qingcheng recalled the masked man in black who came to her aid at the cliff behind the Imperial College in the afternoon, a trace of doubt arose in her heart.
Especially when the man in black actually played the jade flute through the veil, Hua Qingcheng was not only shocked, but also inexplicably felt that he looked familiar, as if she had seen him before. This feeling made her heart tremble slightly, and she tried hard to recall and try to find the figure of this person in her memory.
After some hard thought, Hua Qingcheng's thoughts gradually cleared up. She recalled her qin lessons, and a wave of doubt welled up in her heart. Back then, someone had deliberately switched the road signs, leading her to the Anxiang Pavilion in the western backyard of the Imperial College. She had unsuspectingly entered the room of Bai Yuheng, the painting teacher, who was bathing.
The scene from that moment replayed in Hua Qingcheng's mind like a movie. As she recalled Bai Yuheng emerging from his room, fully dressed, her eyes widened slightly, a wave of suspicion and doubt welling up in her heart. At that moment, Bai Yuheng, dressed in white as white as snow, holding a jade flute, his image reappeared before Hua Qingcheng's eyes, and all this only deepened her doubts.
Hua Qingcheng's eyebrows furrowed slightly as she pondered. The image of the masked man in black, fiercely battling the assassin on the training grounds yesterday afternoon, flashed before her eyes. And this afternoon, beneath the cliffs behind the Imperial College, the heroic figure of the masked man in black, battling the Wolf King, had also left a deep impression on her.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt that these two masked men in black were the same person, and their figures were very similar to Bai Yuheng.
The timing of the black-clad masked man's appearance was always so coincidental, and every time he helped her just when she was in danger. Hua Qingcheng's heart was filled with gratitude, but at the same time, more doubts surged.
Why did he do this? Did he have other intentions, or did he know her? These questions intertwined in her mind, causing her to fall into deep thought.
Looking back in the direction of the Imperial College, Hua Qingcheng's eyes revealed a complex emotion, including gratitude towards the masked man in black, but also confusion about his identity and purpose.
Hua Qingcheng secretly made up her mind to find more clues, uncover the mystery, and find out the other party's true intentions.
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