Lantern Festival.
Shen Zhiyi pulled Qingyuan through the crowd and headed towards the lake.
"These lanterns are so much more beautiful on the lake than on the shore," she said, turning back with a smile as she wore a light blue silk dress. "There's also a fireworks display later. You've been sleeping in the sea for so long, you've definitely never seen anything like this!"
"We'll have to take a good look later."
Qingyuan lowered his head and met her smiling eyes, which were reflected in the dim light of the lamps amidst the bustling crowd.
The cheeks and hair were illuminated with a golden edge.
Her hairpins swayed, and she smiled charmingly.
With a slight tilt of her head, the dangling pearl kissed her cheek.
His heart skipped a beat.
He took her hand and responded softly, "Mmm."
Shen Zhiyi led him onto the cruise ship.
"Come and see!"
She pointed to the dragon lanterns on the shore, saying, "These lanterns can only be clearly seen from the lake."
"The scales on it are all made of real gold leaf. I don't know how much silver will be burned in one go."
"But if you spend money on it, it's beautiful."
She turned to look at Qingyuan, "Is it beautiful?"
Qingyuan stood on the painted boat, the hem of her light blue dress billowing in the wind, intertwining with hers.
Even his hair, half of which was tied up with a jade hairpin, fluttered with the hem of his clothes, tangling with her dark hair.
His heart was filled with emotion, and his gaze softened.
“Beautiful,” he said, looking at her.
Shen Zhiyi chuckled.
She leaned on the railing, watching the lights on both banks cascade like a river of stars, and unconsciously affirmed her own method.
In such a setting, the beauty saves the hero.
He'll definitely be tempted!
The cruise ship gradually moved to a secluded spot on the river.
The lights on both sides of the river gradually thinned out.
She kept an eye on the time, thinking to herself—
The assassins she hired should be arriving soon.
really.
A sudden sound came from the water.
Several dark figures landed on the cabin, raising their swords and pointing them directly at Qingyuan.
"Give me your life!"
Shen Zhiyi's spirits lifted, and she suddenly straightened up.
It's clear they spent money.
That line was delivered with such power!
She stretched out her arms, blocking Qingyuan's path with an imposing air, "If you want to kill him, you'll have to get past me first!"
Qingyuan lowered his eyes in disbelief.
"You know martial arts?"
"No." Shen Zhiyi looked up to meet his gaze, her face resolute as she said, "But even so, I will not let anyone hurt you."
"Unless I die."
Qingyuan's eyes widened in shock, "You..."
The assassin sneered, shattering their romantic atmosphere, "What kind of time is this to be talking about love? You're asking for death!"
His eyes flashed with murderous intent as he raised his sword and thrust it towards them!
The blade sliced through the air with a sharp whistling sound.
As it was about to press against Shen Zhiyi's chest, her pupils suddenly contracted.
This is not acting!
They really wanted to take her and Qingyuan's lives!
She was about to dodge.
In a flash, a cold and slender hand reached out from the side of her neck and firmly grasped the approaching blade!
Shen Zhiyi was stunned.
She saw the incredibly beautiful hand in front of her, tightly gripping the blade, blood beads gushing out from between the pale fingers, dripping down in strings, splattering glaring bloodstains on the ground.
Her face also turned pale.
“You…” She turned her head suddenly, but only caught a glimpse of Qingyuan’s indifferent jaw.
He seemed to have no expression at all.
She stared at the assassin with cold eyes, seemingly oblivious to the pain.
The assassin was clearly stunned as well.
He never expected that someone could catch that blow with their bare hands.
He strained, trying to pull the sword out.
Qingyuan suddenly rotated his wrist.
"Kara—"
The sound of bones cracking rang out.
"Ah—!!!" The assassin screamed as he was thrown by the force of the blow, flying backward and crashing hard into the bulkhead.
Then he collapsed to the ground and fell silent.
The other assassins exchanged glances, their eyes filled with horror.
"Attack together!"
"Chop that man into mincemeat first! Then take the woman back!"
Several dark figures rushed over at once.
Shen Zhiyi's heart skipped a beat.
These people were definitely not the assassins she had hired!
The lines are all wrong!
Her lips had lost all color.
Qingyuan spun around, his wide robe sweeping over her as he pulled her into his arms.
Her other intact hand covered her eyes.
"Don't be afraid," he whispered in my ear. "I'm here."
Shen Zhiyi's heart leaped at the faint smell of blood emanating from him.
The assassin pounced.
Qingyuan did not turn around, but raised his bleeding palm and pressed it down in the void.
"boom--"
An invisible shockwave spread outwards.
The pleasure boat rocked violently.
All the dark figures that rushed towards them were pierced as if by invisible sharp blades, and chopped into minced meat in mid-air.
Then, it fell into the dark river, turned into blood mist, and vanished in an instant.
The swords and knives fell into the water with a splash.
Shen Zhiyi was protected in his arms and was completely unharmed.
All movement and noise ceased.
She pulled Qingyuan's hand down and looked back—
Where are there any assassins left?
She hurriedly grabbed his injured hand, examined it closely, her eyes reddening with anxiety, and said in a trembling voice, "With such skill, how could you catch that sword blade with your bare hand?"
"There's so much blood lost, what are we going to do..."
Qingyuan lowered his eyes, looking at her anxious face, his expression softening for a moment.
“Too close,” he said. “You’ll get hurt.”
Shen Zhiyi looked slightly taken aback.
I looked up and met his deep, dark eyes.
All the noise receded, leaving only the clear and resolute beating of my own heart, pounding in my chest.
Her eyes reddened, welled up with moisture, and tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Are you stupid...?"
She plotted against him, but he risked his life to protect her...
A bittersweet feeling welled up in Shen Zhiyi's heart.
"Don't cry." Qingyuan raised his hand and wiped away her tears. "It's just a flesh wound, nothing serious."
He held his injured hand up to her.
Use up the last of your demonic power.
The deep, gruesome wound, revealing the bone, healed rapidly before her very eyes.
In just a few breaths, new flesh and blood had grown in his palm.
Then, it returned to its original smoothness.
It was as if it had never been cut.
Shen Zhiyi's eyes widened.
Seeing that her tears had stopped, Qingyuan lowered his arm and touched her face. "Are you at ease now?"
Shen Zhiyi: ...
Qingyuan gazed at the dark river, his eyes hardening with icy coldness. "Don't worry, I will definitely investigate this matter thoroughly."
Shen Zhiyi shuddered, suddenly feeling guilty.
She instinctively avoided his gaze.
Just then, a sudden burst of applause came from the painted boat on the other side of the wall.
"Fantastic! Absolutely fantastic!"
At some point, Li Xianchuan ordered his men to maneuver the pleasure boat closer to them.
He wore a fake smile, but his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
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