Chapter 134 Just Like You
Wen Yao's brows twitched, and he was also shocked. Then he lowered his head and whispered, "What?"
"Well, it seems that an assassin has killed the Crown Prince." The girl's heart was pounding with shock at this big news. Amid the clamor, she raised her hand to her heart and turned to look at Wen Yao, and was stunned again.
Wen Yao always looked very healthy. No matter who she looked at, her uninhibited smile could be seen from her eyes. This time, perhaps because the current situation and the news were too frightening, she felt that Wen Yao's cheeks were pale and his complexion was a little unsightly.
"Don't be afraid." She remembered that Wen Yao and Yelu Chongya were now very close. After hesitating for a moment, she took Wen Yao's hand and whispered, "Crown Princess...Crown Princess must have forgotten you by now. I still have some money on me. At worst, we can escape together, back to Tianshui!"
She shrank her neck and said she wanted to run away, but now she was so brave as a quail and came to comfort Wen Yao.
My dear child, I am not afraid, I am surprised. I also wanted to kill Yelu Chongya, but before I could do it, I don’t know which brave man did the job for me.
Wen Yao placed her fingers on the scar on her arm and pressed hard, causing the wound to break open. The sharp pain made her mind and the foggy vision clearer.
The searchers didn't linger in the courtyard for long, rummaging through the rooms before leaving in a hurry. Everyone in the courtyard was in a state of panic, but before the clamor and discussion had died down, the door was smashed open again. This time, it was someone from the royal court, and they were quite rude. They entered the courtyard, looked around, and with a wave of their hand, ordered all the Tianshui slaves to be taken away.
The girl was confused and panicked, trembling as she looked at the cold swords in the hands of these people. "He, they want to arrest people from Tianshui. It seems that something happened in the palace."
Yeah, I know, I did this.
Although Wen Yao remained silent throughout, Duo Yueli still suspected he was from Tianshui. She guarded the emperor's body while receiving news of her eldest son's death. Chaos reigned within the palace, with people on the verge of collapse. Even in this situation, she still ordered the arrest and torture of all Tianshui residents in Shangjing. Her calm demeanor impressed Wen Yao.
Wen Yao patted the girl's back: "Don't be afraid." She had expected this.
Just as he finished speaking, a third wave of people arrived. The gate of the courtyard was once again knocked open, and it was shaky. These people were dressed differently, with white fur, arrows on their backs, and sturdy builds.
Someone glanced at these people, his expression suddenly changed, and whispered, "What is the Ordo tent doing here?"
"What are you doing? Patrolling the capital is the responsibility of the Oruduo Camp." The leader's expression was cold and arrogant. "I should be the one asking you what you are doing."
"We are searching for the assassin under the Queen's order—"
General Oruduo took out a sign and waved it. The other party's voice suddenly stopped, and his face became even uglier. "The Tulu tribe issued a decree. You actually defected to the Tulu tribe's Xianyin Division."
"The Oruduo tents obey the Northern Liao emperor's orders," the Oruduo general shouted, "You must not disturb Shangjing without orders. Leave immediately, or... don't blame us for being rude!"
Nonsense.
Oruduo is His Majesty's personal guard. However, since Yelu Duhan, the current head of the Tulu tribe's Xianyin Division, returned from Tianshui, His Majesty has been intending to hand over this important force to Yelu Duhan, but has been unable to do so due to the obstruction of the ancestral clan.
Think about it carefully. Tonight, first something happened in the royal court, and then the crown prince died... Who is the most advantageous person in the current situation?
Thinking of this, everyone was shocked, thinking that it might not be the Tianshui assassin, but the Xiangyin Division that began to take action to avenge the Wanyan tribe.
"A major incident occurred in Shangjing, and the Empress was seriously injured." General Oruduo continued, "Xijin City has now negotiated peace with the Tianshui envoys. The battle in the south has been suspended, and the Xianyin Division will soon return with a large army. You can decide for yourself which path to take."
Wen Yao watched as the two groups gathered, mumbling a few words, and after a brief stalemate, they left together. Her blood hadn't yet completely stopped flowing, and she watched them leave with a cold look, worrying about whether the white cloth bag would be able to hold her blood. After a quick word of comfort to the little girl, Wen Yao immediately turned and returned to her room.
She walked a few steps to the door, her hand touched it, and she stopped just as she was about to push it open and go in. There should have been no one in the room, but at this moment, she could hear the sound of shallow breathing.
Wen Yao hooked his finger, grasped the dagger in his palm, and pushed the door open with his toes. Soft candlelight seeped out, and the people sitting at the table also looked up.
He was wearing a black mask, revealing only a pair of beautiful, narrow eyes. His eyes were upturned, his eyelashes were beautiful, and his pupils, reflected in the candlelight, shone brightly.
oh.
Wen Yao unconsciously scratched the door with his pinky finger, stepped inside, and closed the door with his backhand: "...When did you chase me here, and how did you know I was here?"
Zhao Xuanxu reached out and pulled down his kerchief, placing it on the table. His face beneath the veil was pale, thin and handsome, with a hint of dark undertones beneath his deep, three-dimensional brows, adding to his eerie, ghostly aura. He tilted his head and peered over, noticing Wen Yao standing motionless by the door. He then stood up and walked over.
The first thing he did when he came over was to undress Wen Yao. His movements were skillful and gentle. The clothes fell to the ground, revealing Wen Yao's tightly wrapped body. The blood from the wound, still lingering, stained the white gauze with a pink tint, varying shades of pink, a terrifying sight.
"It just looks a little serious." He hooked his finger and pulled Wen Yao's chin aside. Zhao Xuanxu looked down at a scar on her neck, his hot breath almost making Wen Yao feel like the wound was burning. She felt a little awkward and embarrassed, wondering why Gao Shaoshan and Zhong Lihe hadn't stopped them. She muttered, "The masters of the Forty-Eight Divisions are quite powerful. I was conducting a surprise attack, and I didn't kill Duo Yueli."
"Knife wounds." Zhao Xuanxu's fingers landed on Wen Yao's lower abdomen, then moved upwards, pressing on Wen Yao's neck. "Sword wounds, and also a crossbow wound. I thought Ayao would continue to recite poems to Yelu Chongya for a few days, but I didn't expect it to be tonight. I didn't make it in time, it's my fault. Ayao, someone with an external injury will have a persistent fever. If you die this time, we'll bury you here together."
"Don't be so desperate." Wen Yao was uneasy at his calm tone: "I applied Wang Fu's medicine, I'll be fine."
"Hmm." Zhao Xuanxu's hands began to move again. The thumb that was hooked on Wen Yao's chin moved and pressed on Wen Yao's lips. Two fingers of his other hand pinched Wen Yao's earlobe. The force was a bit too strong, with a wet and cold sharpness: "Ayao, how are you going to sleep tonight? Your back and chest are all injured. It will hurt if they are pressed down no matter what."
This was a very small point, and very practical. Wen Yao's attention was immediately drawn to it. After a moment of hesitation, he said, "It's okay, I sleep well—"
Zhao Xuanxu pressed his finger firmly: "Drink this and go to sleep."
He was still pinching Wen Yao's earlobe, and the small, soft piece of flesh was swollen and hot under his fingertips. He just let go of Wen Yao's face, took out a bottle of medicine from his arms, opened it and put it to Wen Yao's lips.
Okay, okay, drink, drink.
Wen Yao drank the medicine from Zhao Xuanxu's hand. Zhao Xuanxu watched her swallow the medicine, took out a piece of candy and put it in Wen Yao's mouth, then pulled her to the bed and let her lie down. He sat on the side with his knees propped up, as if to watch Wen Yao fall asleep.
Wen Yao closed her eyes obediently, her mind tossing and turning about Zhongli He and Gao Shaoshan's current situation, her eyeballs moving wildly under her eyelids. Suddenly, her eyelids drooped, and Zhao Xuanxu reached out to cover her eyes.
Because of the Burning Heart Technique, Zhao Xuanxu's body temperature was always higher than others. His breath was clean and warm. When Wen Yao was covered by his hand, an inexplicable drowsiness immediately came over her. After a while, her breathing gradually became steady and long.
Zhao Xuanxu covered most of Wen Yao's face with his palm, and looked intently at Wen Yao's pointed chin and lips under the dim candlelight, his eyes fixed on her.
The journey was not easy. He was a key target of Northern Liao, and to prevent the news from leaking out and ruining Wen Yao's plan, he killed many people. The first news he heard after arriving in Shangjing was that Yelu Chongya had a Tianshui slave girl who was very fond of him. He immediately knew where Wen Yao was.
Zhao Xuanxu bent his back, forehead to forehead with Wen Yao. A cold gleam suddenly shone from his fingertips, the blade between them sharp and thin. He stared at Wen Yao, reached out and ripped open his waistband, throwing it aside. After removing the last piece of clothing, Zhao Xuanxu pressed the blade to his heart.
There was a sword wound on Wen Yao's body, about four inches long.
The sharp dagger sliced through the pale skin, and hot blood gushed out continuously. The four-inch long wound, from its depth to its direction, was exactly the same as the wound on Wen Yao's body.
Zhao Xuanxu closed his eyes and kissed Wen Yao's eyebrows with a pious look, without stopping for a moment until he had branded every wound on Wen Yao's body.
A drop of blood dripped down, landing squarely on Wen Yao's cheek, leaving a long, thin trail like a spider's thread. Zhao Xuanxu covered Wen Yao's eyes, watching his own blood fall on her face, a sudden surge of pleasure in his heart. He lowered his head to touch Wen Yao's lips, licking them with the tip of his tongue, his eyelashes drooping shut.
Wen Yao slept very soundly this time.
The wounds on her body didn't hurt much, probably because of the medicine Wang Fu had given her. The medicine Zhao Xuanxu had given her seemed to block her five senses. When she woke up, the effect hadn't completely worn off yet. Her eyelashes trembled several times, but she couldn't open her eyes.
There were footsteps nearby, and then a warm feeling came over his cheek. Zhao Xuanxu wiped Wen Yao's face with a handkerchief soaked in hot water, and then put his hand on Wen Yao's waist and held her in his arms.
"Ayao, drink some water when you wake up."
The teacup was right next to her mouth, and her waist was being pulled by strong arms. Wen Yao felt quite comfortable, and she gulped down the water with her eyes closed. Her head felt much clearer, and then she slowly opened her eyes.
The moment she looked up at the person beside her, Wen Yao's eyes widened and she almost bit her tongue. She subconsciously reached out to grab Zhao Xuanxu's wrist, and when she touched the wound on Zhao Xuanxu's wrist, she changed from pulling to grabbing, and then to holding it with two fingers, dumbfounded: "You, you——"
I was fine before going to bed yesterday, how come I became such a mess overnight?
Zhao Xuanxu's body was covered in wounds, all exposed, the cuts straight and smooth. It was obvious whoever had struck him had a steady hand, not a single tremor.
Zhao Xuanxu sat by the bed, feeling extremely happy. He held the teacup in his hand and thoughtfully poured another cup of tea for Wen Yao, saying, "Don't be afraid, Yao. I also applied the medicine Wang Fu gave me."
Wen Yao held back his breath and choked, his throat swollen.
Zhao Xuanxu leaned closer, his eyes thick and handsome, and he smiled, "If Ayao jumps off the cliff, I will jump too. If Ayao gets hurt, I will get hurt too. That way, we will be the same as Ayao."
Oh my god, she thought he was going to kill Duo Yueli again at night, but it turned out to be self-harm.
"——You." Wen Yao took a deep breath and exhaled: "You are really sick."
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