"What interests me more are those people in purple from before," Meng Jinghui said excitedly, their skills comparable to those of Qing’an Country’s royal secret guards.
"Shut up!" Meng Jingqi yelled sternly, "If you distract Ninth Sister, I’ll never forgive you!"
Meng Jinghui immediately silenced himself.
Nangong Lingfei, who had previously cried out in alarm, glanced at Long Xuanmo and seeing his stern expression, awkwardly touched his nose, pursed his lips, and dared not speak again. He only focused on watching Yang Mengchen ahead, who danced like a fairy, her figure fluttering elegantly, his eyes filled with astonishment and admiration.
In business, medical skill, and brimming with talent, and now even her martial arts were divine, Ninth Sister was simply not human but a seductive demon, the kind that makes one not want to live— a demoralizing demon!
Of course, being such a demon was a source of genuine pride and joy for him since she was his sister!
Long Xuanmo was in a foul mood. He had promised to protect Ah Jiu and ensure her life was safe and full of joy, but every time, he allowed Ah Jiu to face danger. He was not a competent husband.
The princess was overflowing with talent and extraordinarily intelligent. To think her martial arts were also unfathomably profound, Mo Feng and Mo Yu looked on with eyes full of admiration and excitement.
And Hua Ziyu, with a gentle demeanor, was vigilant in all directions, alert for any sign of the dregs of the previous dynasty making a sudden move. Should any disturbance arise, he was ready to eliminate the threat in time to prevent harm to Ninth Sister.
Yang Mengchen had originally thought Dugu Feng was solely determined to become an empress, with her studies focused on the arts of a sovereign and her martial arts serving merely to keep her body robust. It was inconceivable that Dugu Feng’s martial arts prowess was so exceptional.
Dugu Feng was frantic and panicked. Yang Mengchen’s martial arts were evidently superior to her own, yet she hesitated to deliver a killing blow, clearly biding her time. What was Yang Mengchen’s purpose? Now, all her subordinates she had brought were slaughtered, and the reinforcements had yet to arrive. Could it be... How was that possible?
The more Dugu Feng thought about it, the more uneasy she felt. Her moves naturally lost precision, which led to Yang Mengchen striking her repeatedly— not fatally, but sufficiently to cause serious injuries. Thus, her anger flared, and she attacked without mercy, using her full power in every move, desperate to quickly eliminate Yang Mengchen and return to uncover the truth.
Noticing Dugu Feng’s impatience, Yang Mengchen’s lips curled up slightly. Her cloud and snow Satin technique became even more aggressive, forcing Dugu Feng into utter disarray. Seeing that the time was right, she deliberately exposed a weakness to bait Dugu Feng.
Dugu Feng took the bait. Concentrating all her inner strength in the sword in her right hand, she lunged towards Yang Mengchen as unstoppable as a bamboo surge.
Seeing Dugu Feng’s sword coming her way, Yang Mengchen smiled faintly, her figure subtly retreating in battle, while signaling to Hai Tang with a gesture.
Hai Tang, understanding perfectly, suddenly leapt behind Qi Zonghao and pushed him forcefully toward the front.
Caught off guard, Qi Zonghao stumbled forward. With a collision with Yang Mengchen’s back imminent, his face drastically changed. He tried to steady himself but it was too late. At the critical moment, a blue flash appeared before his eyes. Before he could realize what was happening, a sharp pain hit his chest. Looking down, he saw the cold gleam of a long sword piercing through his chest, blood gushing out along the blade while the other end was firmly held by Dugu Feng.
"You..." As he glared furiously at Dugu Feng, Qi Zonghao tried to speak but coughed up blood instead, coincidentally spraying Dugu Feng’s face.
Dugu Feng stood petrified, forgetting to pull out the sword.
She had thought that this all-out strike would surely hit Yang Mengchen, but the failure was unfathomable. How could this happen? At that moment, she felt pain in several parts of her body and her limbs began to stiffen, clearly her acupoints had been hit and she could no longer move.
Returning cloud and snow Satin to her bag, Yang Mengchen emerged from behind Dugu Feng, took out a brown pill, and forced it into her mouth. She then used her power to make her swallow it. Looking at Qi Zonghao and Dugu Feng standing face to face, she then smiled gently and spoke warmly, "Come out, everyone."
As her words fell, Long Xuanmo and others leaped suavely from the shadows, landing around them.
Long Xuanmo took Yang Mengchen’s hand and examined her closely with an indifferent air, making sure she was truly unharmed before he could relax.
"Worry not, Wende, I am fine."
Yang Mengchen raised her eyebrows, the glint in her eyes softening as they shimmered with a snowflake-like smile, her moist cherry lips curving into an intoxicatingly gentle arc.
Meng Jingqi and Hua Ziyu’s eyes darkened for a moment, then returned to a calm surface.
Qi Zonghao burned with jealousy upon seeing this scene, his eyes fixated on Yang Mengchen, slowly losing focus yet filled with tenderness, "Chenchen..."
After a crisp slap sound, Qi Zonghao’s pale face showed a clear imprint of five fingers, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. Meng Jinghui pulled out a silken kerchief to wipe his hand and threw it on the ground with disgust, glaring at Qi Zonghao, "If you dare disrespect Ninth Sister again, I’ll make your life worse than death!"
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