"So, that's when I realized..."
Nan Lingqin suddenly raised her hand and gently patted Yuwen Yao's face, her lips curving into a sarcastic smile. "Your kung fu is terrible," she said.
Upon hearing this, Yuwen Yao suddenly stopped being angry. He was in pain; every word Nan Lingqin uttered caused him unbearable agony.
"I...you..."
He couldn't utter a single complete sentence.
"Yuwen Yao, it's really fun to tease you."
Nan Lingqin smiled, and then, taking advantage of Yuwen Yao's momentary lapse in attention, pushed him back into the stream and turned to leave. However, after only a few steps, Nan Lingqin turned back.
"Yuwen Yao, how about I show you the world?"
She smiled gently, then raised her hand, her palm swirling with energy. Yuwen Yao swayed and fell onto Nan Lingqin.
In the short time she had spent, she had not only used her cloud technique to suppress the poison in her body, but also felt refreshed after circulating the cloud technique through her body for one cycle. Compared to Yuwen Yao, although his martial arts skills were unknown, he was quite weak after such a battle.
Nan Lingqin helped Yuwen Yao up and pinched his face hard until a big red mark appeared before she withdrew her hand. However, she smiled and said, "Yuwen Yao, you should try my methods now that you have such a good opportunity."
...
When Xu Yiran, Tingyu, and Tingfeng arrived at the stream, Nan Lingqin had already left with Yuwen Yao. Just as they were about to leave, Nan Fenghuang, Yu Qingyi, Yuwen An, and Bai Yu arrived at almost the same time.
Xu Yiran glanced at the group, then her gaze sharpened. She walked to a clump of grass in front of her, parted the grass, and found a character carved on a tree there.
"install."
"It's Nan Lingqin's handwriting."
Nan Fenghuang spoke first, then breathed a sigh of relief, "It seems she is safe and sound."
"And what about Yuwen Yao? What about him...?"
Yuwen An was certainly concerned about this.
However, no one paid him any attention, except for Yu Qingyi, who tugged at him, signaling that everyone here wanted to execute him on the spot and told him to keep quiet.
Sure enough, as soon as Yuwen An looked up, he felt that the air was strange.
Nan Fenghuang and Xu Yiran's gazes were almost like they were slowly torturing him, tearing his skin and bones apart.
...
That night, a furious massacre spread the stench of blood, while a figure staggered through a thicket of thorns, glancing back every now and then to see if anyone was chasing after him.
Who would have thought that the person who fled in such a defeated manner was actually Xuanyuan Du, the crown prince of Western Xia? He was imprisoned for several days by people whose identities he still doesn't know, before finally managing to escape.
Xuanyuan Du didn't know how long he had been running until he heard no more noise behind him. Only then did he finally stop. Then, panting heavily, he finally walked out of the thorns and saw a bustling night market in front of him. Even though he was dressed in tattered clothes, joy was in his eyes.
A joy of moving from darkness to light.
He needed to find Nan Lingqin quickly and tell her something.
Just then, a man rushed past him, nearly knocking him down.
"Quick, it's him... arrest him..."
Just as Xuanyuan Du had stood still, footsteps approached from his side, accompanied by vulgar curses, and then a strong gust of wind swept over him.
"Wait, something's not right. It's supposed to be shorter..."
"Quick, put it on with a bag... Hmm, it really is a bit shorter... This face..."
"No way, they've got the wrong person..."
"What bad luck, what should I do..."
"Hey, who cares? He looks so weak... but he's actually... not bad looking. Let's use this one to fill the gap."
"Alright, as long as we hand over the people, that's fine."
...
Meanwhile, in the dangerous city of Qingye in Beirong, even though it was midnight, the long streets were still bustling with activity, especially the brothels.
The decadent music, the strumming of strings and the singing, stirred the hearts of the people.
The second floor is filled with intoxicatingly frivolous talk, enough to evoke vivid and suggestive thoughts in anyone who hears it.
At the end of the corridor, in a room with an inner and outer section, Yuwen Yao lay motionless on a couch, while in the outer room, Nan Lingqin sat at a table, drinking tea by herself. In front of her, the brothel madam was frowning, and after a moment, asked again and again with great uncertainty, "This lady... guest, are you sure you want ten girls and ten men?"
"Sure."
"Then, shall I get you another room?"
"No need."
Nan Lingqin shook her finger slightly, smiled alluringly, and pointed to the inner room with her slender hand, "Give it all to him."
"Twenty of them!"
Even the seasoned brothel madam was taken aback.
However, Nan Lingqin remained unmoved, saying, "It's alright, his needs are great."
Brothel madam...
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