She tried to increase the volume, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make a sound and the monks carried her all the way to the central altar.
Xiao Xuan's cold eyes showed no emotion until Wang Yuan was bound hand and foot to the cross by the monks. Qingying leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Your Highness, a mysterious person has appeared. He's on the roof of the Great Buddha Hall."
Upon hearing this, the man scoffed lightly and glanced over indifferently, where a woman dressed in a black robe and wearing a veil came into view.
His eyesight was excellent, but the woman was completely unaware that she had been targeted.
The woman's attention was entirely focused on Wang Yuan, who was writhing and struggling frantically on the altar. Seeing Wang Yuan's terrified expression and Xiao Xuan's indifference, she sneered.
"That's all there is to it. How can it compare to my brother Qingtian?"
Marquis Wuding's surname was Yang and his given name was Qingtian. That day, in order to kill Xiao Xuan, Marquis Wuding summoned Lan Xin to go with him. This was because Lan Xin was not only the mother of Lan Quyuan, but also a top spy trained by the Chu Kingdom, with many loyal assassins under her command.
Lan Xin admired Marquis Wuding and was determined to help him seize power. However, she never expected that she would suffer such a crushing defeat in the battle against the Qingyu Guard.
They underestimated the Crown Prince's guards, thinking that a mere few thousand Qingyu Guards were nothing to worry about. Who would have thought that the soldiers of the Death Squad would fight to the end and have no choice but to abandon their armor and flee desperately.
In that battle, Marquis Wuding's troops and Chu spies suffered heavy casualties. In the end, Marquis Wuding was captured by the Qingyu Guard in order to save her, and he himself was disfigured in that battle.
If she hadn't been so determined to avenge Marquis Wuding, she would have planned to die alongside him.
That day, she hid in the crowd and witnessed the entire Wu Dinghou family being executed without exception. She then made up her mind to make Xiao Xuan pay a terrible price.
She had to watch helplessly as Xiao Xuan watched his beloved being burned alive.
She wanted to tell Shen Yun personally at the moment Ning Yin was burned to ashes that there was no such thing as bringing disaster to the country and the people, and that everything was her design.
She wanted to make Xiao Xuan heartbroken, but also ensure he couldn't leave the Huguo Temple, so that he would be reduced to ashes and buried with Yang Qingtian.
Thinking about it, Lan Xin's smile was sinister and eerie. As she watched the flames being lit, she stood up straight with excitement, wanting to see more clearly.
But at that very moment, the archer in the corner had already aimed at her, and the next second, with a whoosh, the arrow flew swiftly towards Lan Xin.
In just a few seconds, Lan Xin's chest was pierced by an arrow, and the huge impact caused her to slip and fall directly off the roof.
Xiao Xuan witnessed the entire scene, but because Lan Xin landed on the other side, the fake abbot and the others on this side had no way of knowing it.
At this moment, the ceremony was still in progress. The fake abbot and other monks sat cross-legged, fiddling with prayer beads and chanting incantations.
Xiao Xuan's cold eyes flashed with a hint of mockery. As the fire grew fiercer and Wang Yuan's body twisted and struggled incessantly in the center of the altar, he felt that this wretched woman deserved to die.
She knew that her fate would not be good if she had intended to frame Ning Yin.
He would not let any woman who dared to try to get into his bed get away with it.
Because the firewood was piled around the altar, it was currently only scorching Wang Yuan. Large beads of sweat dripped from her forehead, and her eyes were filled with hatred and resentment as she stared intently at the nonchalant man opposite her.
If there is an afterlife, she will make sure that Xiao Xuan and Ning Yin die without a burial place. She swears that she will!
The monks on the ground were still chanting sutras. Xiao Xuan waved his hand impatiently, wanting the Qingyu Guards to arrest the group of people directly. Unexpectedly, a black shadow suddenly descended from the sky and landed in the center of the altar.
Shen Yun had been observing from the shadows for a long time, and he was afraid that if he misjudged the situation and the person in front of him was indeed Ning Yin, he might regret it for the rest of his life.
He couldn't bear to watch the woman be burned alive in the fire, and even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance, he didn't want to take the risk.
Even if he were exposed and lost his life, he didn't want to regret it in the future.
The moment Shen Yun landed, he quickly swung his sword and chopped at the thick iron chains, causing the entire altar to clang loudly.
A group of monks hurriedly opened their eyes and looked up, only to see Shen Yun forcefully chopping at the iron chain, sparks flying everywhere.
The iron chain was made of thick black iron, as thick as an arm, and could not be cut at all, while the wood was almost chopped down by Shen Yun.
Seeing this, the fake abbot hurriedly ordered his men to step forward and stop him.
Xiao Xuan recognized the masked man at a glance; he could never forget that look in his eyes. He never expected that Shen Yun would risk his life to save this lowly servant.
But at the same time, he also realized that Shen Yun now had some genuine feelings for Ning Yin.
He did not send Qingyu Guards to arrest them. Those monks were enough for Shen Yun to deal with. He would wait until both sides were exhausted before ordering his men to finish them off.
Seeing that he couldn't cut the black iron chain, Shen Yun focused on chopping at the bottom of the wood. He quickly chopped the wood in two pieces, then picked it up along with the log, preparing to use his lightness skill to escape.
However, due to the monk's obstruction, Shen Yun was unable to fly away from the scene and instead fell a few meters away from the altar.
With a thud, Shen Yun and Wang Yuan fell heavily to the ground. Wang Yuan looked at Shen Yun, still in shock, regretting why she had rejected him and why she had been so foolish as to believe Xiao Xuan's lies.
Shen Yun was surrounded by monks, and the monks quickly pressed their forks against the necks of the two men.
"Who are these scoundrels who dare to disrupt the sacrificial ceremony to Heaven? What is their punishment?"
The fake abbot shouted sternly, "Guards, tie up this thief and send him to the altar!"
"Wait!"
Just as the monks were preparing to send the two back onto the altar, Xiao Xuan's cold voice slowly rang out from behind, his tone nonchalant.
His black python robe swayed in the wind, his hair was tied up with a jade crown, and his eyes were full of the unquestionable pressure and sharpness of a superior.
Everyone hurriedly turned around to look, only to find that they were already surrounded by countless archers aiming at them, and even the rooftops were filled with Qingyu Guards holding bows and arrows, densely packed and countless.
The fake abbot's eyes widened instantly, completely unaware of when these people had flown up to the roof.
He had no idea why Xiao Xuan had suddenly put on this show. Could it be that Xiao Xuan had found out about his and his master's plans?
But that shouldn't be the case; their plan was flawless, and they hadn't revealed a single word to anyone.
Moreover, as the highly respected abbot of Huguo Temple in Daqi, even the emperor had to show him some respect, so how could Xiao Xuan dare to point an arrow at him?
The fake abbot was completely baffled, but he still cleared his throat and said righteously, "Your Highness, what are you doing? Aren't you afraid of angering the gods and being punished?"
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