Chapter 133 Husband and Wife
When the couple met, Duo Yueli smiled at the sight of the emperor. She had not struggled before, but now she raised her hand and pressed it on Wen Yao's wrist, squeezing out a little sound from her throat.
Wen Yao lowered his gaze, thinking of how she had fought alongside the emperor in her youth and now shared the throne, secure in his high position. He imagined a genuine friendship. Unexpectedly, the emperor, withered and skeletal, glanced across the crowd and, raising his hand, unleashed a barrage of arrows and blades towards Wen Yao. Startled, Wen Yao lowered his brows, his grip shifting to a stranglehold. He grabbed Duo Yueli by the neck and dragged her backward, retreating again and again, barely avoiding being stabbed like a hornet's nest.
The arrowhead sank into the ground, and the attack could not be faked at all. There was no doubt that he really didn't care about Duo Yueli at all.
Wen Yao had barely regained her composure when several figures darted out from behind her. The forty-eight Northern Liao clan masters who had been chasing her finally arrived. After catching up, they didn't attack Wen Yao, but instead stood in front of her, each one wary and facing the emperor.
Duo Yueli's skin trembled slightly under Wen Yao's palm. Wen Yao saw this time that she was not trembling out of fear, but because she wanted to laugh.
Wen Yao moved his hand, and the internal energy trapped in Duo Yueli's body dissipated, unlocking her blood circulation. Duo Yueli immediately burst into laughter, wrinkles faintly visible at the corners of her eyes. "You kidnapped me to threaten him? Haha! Let me tell you, the person who wants to kill me the most is him, and he's also the happiest person in this situation. I killed the woman he loved most and forced his son away. He won't care about me!"
Before she could finish, the group in front of her erupted in a new clash. The forty-eight Northern Liao clans were divided into two factions: one supporting the emperor, the other defending Duo Yueli. They were indeed masters, their clashes awe-inspiring. But the situation was currently divided. Wen Yao was clearly the assassin, yet now he was being sidelined by both factions. With a flick of his finger, Wen Yao's dagger blade once again pressed against Duo Yueli's artery. The skin there was fragile, the blood surging. Even a god could not save her with just a single blow.
She didn't care about the love, hatred, and vengeance of this family. If she came to kill, she would kill the emperor and empress. Let the couple fight for a while, and she would only take action after a few more people died.
Just as the thought came to his mind, several people from somewhere in the melee turned around and rushed towards Wen Yao. Wen Yao pressed Duo Yueli's shoulder and kicked away one of the people's swords. He then rolled sideways and the dagger left a bloody mark on the neck of another person. The person dodged in time and did not die on the spot.
Taking advantage of this opening, Duo Yueli suddenly leaned sideways, her elbow slamming into her side. A small knife flew from her sleeve, hurtling straight towards Wen Yao's heart. The force of this blow was incredibly powerful. Wen Yao turned back to block it with her dagger, but her wrist felt numb for a moment. Someone at her side raised a hand to deflect her. The female warrior in red grasped a hundred-jin halberd, swung it twice overhead, and slashed down directly at Wen Yao.
Wen Yao flipped over and leaped back, his boot sole pressing against the halberd. With a wave of his hand, invisible sword energy surged out like white waves, and the next moment, the warrior's head suddenly flew up and tumbled to the side. Wen Yao's jaw tightened, and he grasped the halberd in his backhand and threw it, with unparalleled ferocity, instantly piercing the heart of a person on the side.
Duo Yueli retreated quickly. She looked at the ground where Wen Yao had stepped, leaving marks of internal energy. Even though she was knowledgeable and experienced, she couldn't help but feel frightened at this moment.
Several warriors broke away from the fray and stood in front of Duo Yueli. One, suffocated by Wen Yao's relentless onslaught, struck with ruthless abandon, silently sniping several poisonous needles as thin as cow hairs at Wen Yao. Wen Yao dodged in time, but a silver needle still grazed his neck. The warrior had no time to rejoice as his vision suddenly went dark. Wen Yao stood before him, slashing his head with his blade.
"It's a deadly poison." Someone whispered, "Why doesn't this person have any reaction?"
The lack of reaction was naturally due to Wen Yao having taken the detoxification pill Wang Fu had prepared before entering the palace. After being fed the detoxifying powder by Yelu Duhan for so many days straight, she had learned a lesson and carried her own bottles and jars wherever she went.
The battle situation on the nearby steps was escalating. Duo Yueli's men rushed out to deal with Wen Yao, but they were outnumbered and already losing ground. Wen Yao wiped his face, picked up a long sword from the ground, and kicked it with his leg. The sword collided with the sword of the last man beside Duo Yueli, forcing him to step back and raise his hand to block. But the next second, Wen Yao suddenly turned and leaped, his toes touching the ground, and turned towards the Northern Liao Emperor standing behind them!
Her sudden return caught everyone off guard. The dagger twirled in her palm, its cold light scattering like starlight. She used sword techniques, surging with star-like sword energy. She cut through the enemy lines, leaving bloody splatters everywhere. Ordinary guards couldn't stop her, and she unexpectedly reached the Northern Liao Emperor!
The emperor, whose eyes had been dry and sick for a long time, suddenly had a fierce look in his eyes. He grabbed the people around him and put them in front of him. Behind Wen Yao, a blade was chasing her from a distance. When she cut the neck of the person in front of her without hesitation, it hit her back fiercely. The blade energy spread out, exploding in a bloody explosion.
Wen Yao's expression remained unchanged, his movements unwavering. The once-valiant and fearless emperor of Northern Liao had been drained of his energy by illness, and he retreated repeatedly in the face of this sudden and ferocious assassination attempt, which came without warning.
With the first strike, Wen Yao slashed open his eyes; with the second, amidst a chorus of outcry, she slit his throat. She fell to the ground, the excruciating pain in her back, piercing flesh and breaking bones, growing more intense. The emperor clutched his neck, bright red bubbles gurgling from the bloody cut.
Duo Yueli shouted frantically from behind, perhaps telling someone to restrain the emperor's men, or perhaps to send them all together to finish her off. Wen Yao remained unmoved. She spun on the fallen knife handle behind her, then, with a flick of her heel, lifted it into her own hand. She looked up at the person in front of her and waved the knife back.
This strike was delivered with unwavering force, an invisible force coursing through the blade, making it difficult for anyone nearby to block it. The man, weaponless, could only retreat rapidly, his pupils shrinking rapidly under the pressure of the fatal glare. In the final moment, as his own blade pierced his brain, he recognized the sword move that had taken his life.
Sword moves, the best swordsman in the world today is——
“Puff!”
Blood splattered, and the body collapsed to the ground with its knees stiff.
The emperor's death was a hasty one. His personal guards halted their movements, and his loyal warriors retreated in an attempt to escape, leaving the group leaderless. Duo Yueli, without even a glance at her husband, shouted, "No one is allowed to retreat! Kill her!"
There was a brief silence.
The next moment, the archers, once loyal to the emperor, turned on Wen Yao. Perhaps hoping to atone for their sins, they fought tooth and nail. A dense hail of arrows formed a net, swirling down upon Wen Yao. Disguised as a female military officer, Wen Yao seemed dwarfed by the cascading arrows, as if she were about to be pierced by a thousand arrows!
Arrows, and more arrows. These cold weapons, meant for group fights and long-range attacks, were now what Wen Yao hated most. Her breathing quickened, her lips cracking from the intense exertion, a damp, salty, rusty smell. Her gaze fell on the rain of arrows, which seemed to penetrate them and land on Duo Yueli. The dagger flipped in her palm, slashing off a large swath of arrows. The distance was too short, and many of the arrows grazed Wen Yao's body, leaving bloody marks everywhere, some of them fatal.
A cold, oppressive feeling settled between Duo Yueli's brows. She met Wen Yao's gaze, seeing no trace of anxiety or fear. It reminded her of a Saker Falcon on the hunt. Once that majestic bird of prey had set its sights on a target, it would swoop down from the heavens, snatching its prey with uncanny accuracy amidst a swarm of fleeing animals.
Wen Yao also approached her like a Saker Falcon, as fast as a ghost.
Without destruction, there is no construction. Wen Yao simply gave up resistance. She blocked the arrow that hit her, allowing the rest to streak through her body and pierce her flesh. The one blocking her path wasn't some unknown individual, but a master from the forty-eight tribes that commanded the vast grasslands. Even though Wen Yao had killed many and fought many to the death, she had never abandoned all thought like she did this time.
It doesn't matter if there is no Xingyi Sword. The fierce and dense sword moves and sword intent like the Milky Way exploded in the iron, killing the last few blockers in an instant.
Duo Yueli didn't know when her wrist bones were fixed.
Her gaze was as cold as steel as she pulled out the hidden weapon box from her sleeve. Originally there were six flying blades, but now only the last one remained. She pointed the last blade at Wen Yao and snapped the buckle without hesitation!
The knife sliced directly into Wen Yao's abdomen, and at the same moment, the tip of his dagger sank into Duo Yueli's neck. Meanwhile, the Northern Liao warrior raised his palm to strike the dagger, but the dagger, weakened by the powerful internal force, slipped and dissipated the force. Duo Yueli waved her sleeves and stepped back, pressing her neck like the emperor, blood oozing from the gaps between her fingers.
Wen Yao lowered her head, her dark hair falling. She groaned, sweat dripping from her forehead. Feeling a little regretful, she looked up at the guards and Northern Liao warriors surrounding her, ready to attack. She exhaled, turned, and leaped out of the encirclement.
This one isn't going well, so I can only kill here.
Blood continued to flow from Wen Yao's wounds, soaking her clothes and dripping onto the ground like a gentle rain. Wang Fu's detoxification pills were powerful, but Wen Yao's luck was so extreme that a trace of the poison still spread through her body. She felt as if she'd been punched in the head, and a veil veiled her vision. But her speed remained undiminished. Without Hao Chunhe, no one in the world could match her lightness skills.
The clamor below was in a Northern Liao dialect she couldn't understand. The group of warriors behind her couldn't catch up to her, falling further and further behind. Wen Yao flew away from the Northern Liao royal court and returned to Yelu Chongya's courtyard without stopping.
Ever since she became a favorite of the Crown Prince, her treatment had skyrocketed, and she now lived in a single room. Fortunately, she returned home bloodied in the middle of the night without attracting any attention.
A basin of pre-prepared water sat in the room. Wen Yao entered, stripped off her clothes and human skin mask, tossing them aside. She then picked up a white cloth soaked in water and pressed it directly against the wound. The cold water, chilling, sent waves of piercing pain through her. Her features were calm, her expression serene. She wiped the blood from the wound like she was wiping sweat, then applied hemostatic powder like salt on a barbecue. Then she bandaged the wound with a white cloth and donned several layers of thick clothing.
She had just thrown the blood-stained clothes and water into the backyard lake to dispose of them when a commotion outside surged toward the courtyard like a wave. Unsure of what was happening, the concierge opened the door and was met by a swarm of soldiers who rushed in and began searching the entire place.
Wen Yao was wrapped in a cold air in the late autumn night. She silently blended into the crowd and stood next to the girl to whom she had given the bean cake before.
She acted as if nothing had happened, leaned forward and asked, "What happened?"
She didn't understand the Northern Liao dialect, but she had lived in the frontier since she was a child, so she could understand it. The girl was anxious and listened to what the person in front of her was saying. Wen Yao originally thought that she would say something like the emperor was assassinated and the queen was injured, but she didn't expect the girl to turn pale and said in panic, "The crown prince is dead!"
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