Nan Fenghuang scoffed at Yu Nong, then handed Yu Qingyi to Tingyu, saying, "I am, after all, a princess of Southern Qi." With that, she walked to the side.
"If she doesn't come back, then I will seize the world and go down to be with her."
Behind him came Yuwen Yao's voice.
Nan Fenghuang paused slightly, then continued without stopping.
Yu Qingyi looked at Nan Fenghuang's firm and resolute back. The dashing and unrestrained young master was now speechless.
What can they do right now?
Yu Qingyi looked at Yuwen Yao again. Only he understood the regret in his heart. If he hadn't insisted on rescuing Xu Yiran after knowing Xie Lingqin's whereabouts that day, then none of this would have happened...
But who could know that he simply didn't want Xu Yiran to get hurt or upset anymore?
"A silent gourd..."
"You're badly injured, go and rest."
Yuwen Yao stopped Yu Qingyi from continuing; he just wanted to have some peace and quiet here.
...
Barbarian camp.
An Shangning was bound for five days. For five days, she seemed to be isolated from the world. However, the few words spoken outside the tent were enough to make her understand everything.
At this moment, the tent flap was lifted, and Zhuidamu, whose injuries had mostly healed, came in. "You didn't eat again today?"
An Shangning sat there, staring at the ground, without saying a word. Such silence and disregard were enough to enrage Zhuidamu. He suddenly approached and raised his voice, "Mingmu slapped you that day, and I paid for it with his life. Wasn't I doing this for your own good?"
"You're doing this for my own good..."
An Shangning slowly raised her head, looked at Zhuidamu and sneered, "This is cruel and untrustworthy."
"You're saying I'm untrustworthy? You think Mingemu is a good person? I just struck first."
"Zhuidamu, where is Sister Lingqin?"
"Didn't she go to the extremely cold land to return to Southern Qi? She should be arriving soon."
“Return to Southern Qi? Ha, you still want to lie to me, you want to lie to me…” An Shangning’s eyes were filled with a thousand kinds of hatred and resentment. “She fell off the snow cliff, didn’t she? You killed her, didn’t you?”
Zhuidamu looked at her. At this moment, this man, who had spent his life indulging in power and killing, showed a hint of panic and guilt on his rough and domineering face.
"You bastard, I saved you, and this is how you get back at me."
"I'll take revenge on you?"
"You killed her! Do you know that if it weren't for her, I wouldn't have come to save you that day?"
“I didn’t want to kill her either. I just wanted to capture her and lure Yuwen Yao and Duanmu Rong here. I didn’t expect her to actually fall off the cliff. This is not what I wanted to see.”
"Hmph, stop pretending. If you can deal with your own brother so decisively, how much more so with your sister Lingqin, who has no blood relation to you? Kill her and then frame Xixia or Beirong. Either way, you'll benefit. And you're still trying to argue with me."
"I am not making excuses."
"Whoosh—"
An Shangning suddenly picked up the sword beside him and pointed it at Zhuidamu. "Get out. We have different goals and cannot work together. From now on, we will go our separate ways. I am not killing you today because I believe that Sister Lingqin is not dead. One day, she will come to kill you herself."
"For Xie Lingqin, you're going to leave me, you're going to kill me."
"With your methods, Zhuidamu, do you even need me?" An Shangning sneered through her tears. "Zhuidamu, you can't stop me."
“An Shangning, in your heart, what is it really…” Zhuidamu trembled with anger, his face darkening, “Do you even have me in your heart?”
"No!"
An Shangning's eyes were filled with hatred, a look that was both laughable and pathetic. "I don't want to see you at all. Get out!"
"Fine, fine, you don't want to see me at all, huh? Then I'm not leaving."
Like a raging beast, Zhuidamu's eyes were filled with overwhelming anger. He suddenly stepped forward, grabbed An Shangning's wrist, and said with a furious look in his eyes, "Say it again, do you even care about me?"
"Let me go."
An Shangning bit down hard on that arm.
"Hiss—"
The pained cry and the bloody bite mark severely aroused Zhuidamu, who pushed An Shangning down onto the couch and pressed down on her like a ravenous glutton. "An Shangning, you woman, so you don't have me in your heart, do you? Then I'll make you have me in your heart, I'll make you remember me, and you'll never be able to escape me."
"Hmph, impossible."
"Then let's start with the body."
Suddenly, Zhuidamu leaned down and tightly kissed An Shangning's lips.
An Shangning struggled, but his legs were clamped between Zhuidamu's iron-like legs, and his hands were also tightly held and raised above his head.
"Um...you...go..."
The kiss was domineering and intense, even carrying a strong smell of blood. However, Zhui Damu showed no intention of letting go. If he was angry just now, this closeness stirred his heart. He gently bit An Shangning's earlobe, "Don't shout, don't make a fuss, don't argue. If you don't want to see your sister and all your men die."
Zhuidamu said.
His words were soft, like a devil's seduction and threat; his breath was rapid, and in a few moments, they pierced through An Shangning's ears and into the depths of his heart.
An Shangning stared at the sky, then suddenly stopped moving, her gaze blank, and she even smiled foolishly.
"You're threatening me, Zhuidamu, you're threatening me, haha... Sister Lingqin, in the end, I trusted the wrong person after all."
"It's Xie Lingqin again."
With a fierce glint in his eyes, Zhuidamu ripped An Shangning's clothes to shreds, leaving only a light blue bodice hanging there. Her skin was snow-white, her chest heaving, and her body was instantly burning hot.
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