These death soldiers had undergone the most severe and cruel training since childhood, and only the elites remained, who could certainly take on ten enemies without a problem. Yet now, Hai Tang had slain twenty of these death soldiers with a single move, not to mention the people outside, and they had no clue whatsoever. How could Hai Tang still be human? And what would this wretched woman do to her next?
Wu Wenlan instinctively thought of fleeing, but then a sudden breeze came, and to her horror, she found herself unable to move. "What, what do you want to do? I am the Princess of Beiyue, if you lay a finger on me, my father the Emperor and my mother will never spare you and Dong Chu!" Her shrill voice clearly carried fear and panic.
"Even now, you fail to see the situation clearly, how pitiful!" Yang Mengchen stood up, dusting off her clean and tidy dress, a smile that was not quite a smile playing on her lips, "To brazenly abduct the Dongchu Princess, intending to provoke conflict between the two nations, do you think the Emperor and Empress of Beiyue will still stand by you?"
Wu Wenlan said loudly, "I am my father’s and mother’s most beloved daughter, they will naturally protect me!" Unfortunately, her tone was fierce but lacking in confidence, it was unclear if she was refuting Yang Mengchen or trying to convince herself. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
Looking at the sky, estimating that Wende and the others should be arriving soon, Yang Mengchen handed a pill bottle to Hai Tang. Hai Tang then walked up to Wu Wenlan, forced a pill into her mouth, and returned to Yang Mengchen’s side, respectfully handing back the pill bottle.
"What, what did you give me? Cough cough..." Wu Wenlan coughed desperately, but the pill melted upon entering her mouth, making it impossible to spit out.
"Rest assured, this princess will not kill you!"
Step by step advancing toward Wu Wenlan, in purple garments with black hair like ink, and eyes that were bright and matchless in beauty, Yang Mengchen whispered into her ear, "This princess had already seen through your schemes, the only reason I let you abduct me was to completely shatter your foolish illusions, and in doing so, make Beiyue pay a steep price."
The cold and mocking words made Wu Wenlan’s face turn pale in an instant, her eyes filled with shock and despair, while a bone-chilling cold rapidly spread throughout her body.
Glaring at the stunningly beautiful face, Wu Wenlan wished she could pounce on this vile woman and bite her to death, but sadly, her vision gradually grew blurry and muddy, her consciousness seemingly peeling away, saliva uncontrollably dribbling from the corner of her mouth, and a final thought rose in her mind.
This vile woman indeed wouldn’t kill her, but she had turned her into a fool, which was utterly malicious!
Sharp ears picked up numerous footsteps approaching from a distance. Yang Mengchen waved her sleeve, releasing Wu Wenlan’s pressure points, and sat back down on the stone stool.
Standing next to Yang Mengchen, Hai Tang wore a solemn expression, her gaze was cold and sharp like a death god’s, making people unable to help but shudder in fear.
Looking at the ground outside the temple, there were not only several black-clothed men with masks lying dead, but also more than twenty raggedy beggars. Leading them was Long Xuanmo, his face grim and icy cold, indifferent eyes tinged with a faint red and undisguised ferocity.
Following behind him, Yang Chengyou and the others were shocked and filled with a chilling aura, secretly resolving that they would tear the person who had abducted Yang Mengchen into thousands of pieces.
With just one glance, Wu Zhenglie recognized them as death soldiers bred by the Empress’s family, having once been targeted by similarly dressed death soldiers, he knew well the intention behind Wu Wenlan hiring those beggars, feeling simultaneously annoyed and helpless. Looking at Long Xuanmo’s retreating figure as he rushed into the temple, like a blade thirsty for blood and dangerous, made him shiver and a bitter smile appeared on his lips.
Entering the temple, Long Xuanmo rushed straight to Yang Mengchen, who was sitting on the stone stool, and embraced her tightly, as if afraid she would vanish once again, his voice hoarse with fear and relief: "I’m sorry, Ah Jiu, I’m late!"
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