"You arrived just in time!" Nestled in Long Xuanmo’s embrace, feeling his trembling, Yang Mengchen couldn’t help but feel a pang in her heart, and her eyes gradually moistened.
Looking at the two cuddling together, Yang Chengyou and the others who followed soon after, although concerned about Yang Mengchen, also knew to not disturb them and looked around. They found more than twenty men in black lying on the ground, each killed by a single sword strike, while Wu Wenlan stood beside them, her expression vacant, muttering nonstop.
"It was I who dispatched my assassins to abduct Princess Chen, and also arranged for beggars to tarnish her, so once Princess Chen would be a fallen flower and a willow of defeat, Prince Chen would be mine..."
The crowd seethed with rage. Had it not been for Wu Wenlan’s status as the Princess of Beiyue, they would have torn this poisonous woman with the heart of a snake to shreds right then and there.
As for Wu Zhenglie, he truly didn’t want to deal with Wu Wenlan, but after all, she was his Imperial Younger Sister. The crux was that he didn’t want to sadden their father or make things difficult for him, so he had no choice but to step forward and try to soothe Wu Wenlan. However, she seemed completely unresponsive, repeating those words over and over. Left with no choice, he had to mute her and turned to look at Prince Chen and his wife, who were still embracing. He opened his mouth but in the end, said nothing.
This time, Wu Wenlan had caused a disaster, and he had no idea how to appease the fury of Prince Chen and Emperor Dongchu.
"Ah Jiu, let’s go home!" Long Xuanmo bent down to carefully pick up his wife and turned to leave.
Being lifted up in front of so many people, Yang Mengchen felt somewhat embarrassed, her cheeks flushed with a faint red, "Wende, I can..."
"Ah Jiu, don’t move." Long Xuanmo’s smile was warm and gentle, his tone insistent and firm.
Meeting Long Xuanmo’s gentle gaze, which seemed as if it could drip water, with only her reflection in his pitch-black pupils, Yang Mengchen found herself unable to speak any further and allowed him to carry her like this.
Long Xuanmo, holding his wife, strode out, his voice ice-cold as he said, "Kill them!" He didn’t even glance at Wu Wenlan.
Mo Yun respectfully complied.
"Please, Prince Chen, consider the face of our father and Beiyue, and spare my Imperial Younger Sister’s life!" Prince Chen was always known for his cold and ruthless manner, but Wu Zhenglie had not expected that Prince Chen would, without any regard for the potential conflict between the two countries, directly order his sister’s execution.
Long Xuanmo didn’t pay any attention and continued walking out with his wife.
Wu Zhenglie grew desperate. Even though there was a reason for this situation, if his sister died, the Queen Mother and Wu Zhengshan would surely blame him, and it would deeply sadden their father. Therefore, no matter what, he had to save his sister’s life. Seeing that he couldn’t convince Long Xuanmo, he quickly pleaded with Yang Mengchen, "Princess Chen, you were frightened this time, and I will present a generous gift later to apologize to Princess Chen. Please, spare my Imperial Younger Sister’s life!"
Gently tapping Long Xuanmo’s arm to signal him to stop, Yang Mengchen leaned out slightly and said to Wu Zhenglie in a meaningful and prolonged tone, "Your nation’s princess brazenly abducted me, not only alarming my husband, the Emperor, and many others who care for me, prompting a large search party for my whereabouts, but also causing the citizens of our country to live in fear;
Furthermore, if I am not mistaken, these men were the assassins sent to kill the Eldest Prince. Now that I have eradicated this threat on behalf of the Eldest Prince, it’s as if I have saved the Eldest Prince’s life;
What kind of generous gift, do you think, Eldest Prince, can settle this dispute between the two nations? And what kind of generous gift can outweigh your life, Eldest Prince?"
"Whatever the conditions are, Princess Chen, please state them directly," Wu Zhenglie said with a wry smile.
The Princess Chen had seized his Achilles’ heel. She was truly intelligent beyond measure, and he had a sinking feeling that perhaps Princess Chen had been aware of Imperial Younger Sister’s plot all along and had turned the tables, using herself as bait. Thus, no matter how harsh the conditions presented by Princess Chen, he and Beiyue would have no choice but to accept.
Alas, things have come to this, and he was powerless to do anything about it.
"The day has darkened; tomorrow Prince Chen and Princess Chen shall await the Eldest Prince’s arrival at the Prince Mansion." Withdrawing his gaze, Yang Mengchen smiled at Long Xuanmo, "Let’s go home."
"Take her to the dungeon," Long Xuanmo ordered Mo Yun in a cold voice, then left without looking back, carrying his beloved wife in his arms. freewebnoveℓ.com
Hai Tang and the other three followed closely behind.
Watching Long Xuanmo’s receding figure, Yang Chengyou and the others had grim expressions. They had not yet spoken a word to Yang Mengchen before Long Xuanmo took her away. It was simply too much, but no one had the courage to stop Long Xuanmo. After all, the sight of Long Xuanmo before finding Yang Mengchen had been truly terrifying, so it was better not to provoke him.
Mo Yun and the others showed no mercy, hitting Wu Wenlan’s pressure points, slinging her over a horse, and riding back to the Prince Mansion.
Yang Chengyou and his men cleaned up the temple inside and out, leaving not a trace of blood behind.
As for the twenty or so beggars, nobody felt the slightest sympathy. Even though some of them had been forced, had Wu Wenlan’s scheme succeeded, these beggars would have been accomplices in Yang Mengchen’s harm.
Looking at the wounds, it was clear they were made by the men in black. Although they didn’t understand why Wu Wenlan would order the execution of those beggars, it saved them the trouble of having to do it themselves.
As soon as they got into the carriage, Long Xuanmo released Yang Mengchen and sat a step away from her, silent the entire time, his thoughts unclear.
Yang Mengchen understood that Long Xuanmo was angry, and felt somewhat guilty.
After finally returning to the Prince Mansion, Long Xuanmo was the first to get out of the carriage, then turned around to help Yang Mengchen down. As soon as they passed the entrance, his hand withdrew again.
He Junyuan came forward to greet them but before he could speak, Long Xuanmo already said in a deep voice, "The princess has been frightened, have the physician brew some calming herbal medicine." Having said this, he strode toward the main courtyard.
He Junyuan was startled, his eyes subconsciously turned towards Yang Mengchen, but she looked away, her head slightly lowered as she quickly followed Long Xuanmo.
Hai Tang and the others didn’t follow, but went back to their rooms to treat their wounds.
"How are Prince and the Princess?"
Mo Lei, who came in later, patted He Junyuan’s shoulder, "The Prince is angry with the Princess."
Hai Tang and the other three were highly skilled martial artists, and were staunchly loyal to the Princess. In that situation, unless they were dead, they would never leave the Princess’s side. As it turned out, Hai Tang continued to pursue the Princess, with Lv Luo and the other two returning to report. They guessed then that the Princess had done it intentionally. Prince Long Xuanmo, being extremely astute, certainly understood that the Princess had used herself as bait. No wonder he was angry.
Once inside the house, Long Xuanmo just sat at the desk, casually picked up a book to read, his cold and handsome face showing no expression, his lips sealed in silence.
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