Chapter 135: Watching someone die without helping
As Yun Chen's blood splattered on the palace walls, the inn in Zhaohui City had fallen silent and the lights were turned off.
It was quiet inside and outside the posthouse. Everyone knew that since they had celebrated Emperor Dongyan's birthday, they would set off back to the Kingdom of Nan tomorrow.
Everyone went to bed early before the long and bumpy journey.
But Isatis didn't feel sleepy at all.
She paced back and forth in the dormitory, listening from time to time, but she heard nothing.
She somewhat regretted helping Yun Chen so easily. If Yun Chen was arrested and interrogated, she was afraid that this mission would be ruined, angering the Emperor of Dongyan and the princess at the same time.
If Huo Gannian could recover and stand up, it would be of great benefit to the princess's power, but for her, Song Lan, it didn't matter whether he was disabled or not.
Isandrum fell into deep thought.
After an unknown amount of time, she finally heard a knock on the door outside.
The sound was very soft, but Songlan had been waiting and heard it immediately.
The guard at the side door had already been removed by Song Lan. She went forward to open the door herself. Before she reached the door, she smelled a strong smell of blood.
Although she had already imagined what Yun Chen would look like in her mind, Song Lan was still so scared that she almost screamed when she opened the door.
Yun Chen was barefoot, her calves covered in bloody holes. Her clothes were tattered and stained with blood, and only a few strands of white could be seen through the wet blood-red, indicating that she was wearing white clothes.
Despite being seriously injured, Yun Chen was able to hold on to his last breath thanks to the Huo Gang's secret healing medicine and ran to the inn.
But when he knocked on the door and knew that someone from the Nan Kingdom would definitely come out, and that they were the princess's subordinates who were allied with the Huo Gang, Yun Chen suddenly lost his strength, fell on the steps, and could no longer stand up.
Song Lan calmed herself down, slowly squatted down, and looked at Yun Chen calmly.
Her expression became increasingly calm, without a trace of urgency to save anyone, and she asked:
"Where's the windburn grass?"
With the last bit of strength left, Yun Chen took out a bloodstained letter paper from his arms, handed it to Song Lan with trembling hands, and said in a halting and difficult voice:
"Please, sir... give... the young master..."
Yun Chen knew that in her current condition, it was impossible for her to return to Nan Country in person and give the Wind Burning Grass to Huo Gannian.
Moreover, since the Fengshaocao is missing, Dongyan will definitely conduct a thorough investigation across the country.
Compared to her, Songlan found it easier to leave Dongyan safely.
Song Lan took the letter and unfolded it. On the letter was a prescription for using wind-scorching grass to treat leg disease, and inside it was half a dead grass.
After handing over the Wind-burning Grass, Yun Chen's eyes went dark and he remained silent.
Song Lan lifted Yun Chen's veil and put her hand under her nose, but she could hardly feel any breath.
"Yun Chen, Yun Chen, how dare you..." Song Lan, admiring Yun Chen to the extreme and jealous to the core, looked at Yun Chen and shook his head and sighed, as if regretting for a while, and then called two trusted guards:
"Make sure to clean up the blood here thoroughly."
The two guards took the order and asked, "Sir, what should we do with this man?"
Song Lan looked at the Wind Burning Grass and the prescription in her hand, then looked coldly at the dying Yun Chen, revealing a disgusted yet smug smile, and said:
"Isn't he said to be very powerful? Isn't he said to be able to survive anywhere in this world? Then throw him to the most remote and deserted place and let him live well."
A quarter of an hour later.
Before the city was closed, two secret guards found Yun Chen, who was only breathing his last breath, in a remote and dilapidated house on the outskirts of the city, and rushed to Guangyulan Island overnight.
Looking at Magnolia Island from the perspective of others, one can see lush red leaves on the island, nestled against the mountains and beside the water, and peaceful houses.
From the eyes of the secret guards, one can see countless secret guards on this continent, each of them squatting silently in the dark, like an impenetrable net.
The two secret guards rushed into the house and placed Yun Chen in front of Yan Lang.
Yan Lang didn't even need to take Yun Chen's pulse. Just a glance was enough to tell him that Yun Chen was dying.
He frowned unhappily, "Why did you bring him back? Didn't I order him to be captured in the palace, and imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison, if possible?"
A secret guard said:
"Your Highness, please forgive me. The Emperor originally wanted to capture him alive, but he saw something in Guard Yun's martial arts and decided to kill him outright. It seems he won't even try him. We can only secretly help Guard Yun escape."
Another secret guard said in confusion:
"Your Highness, Guard Yun is very clever and formidable. The first time he nearly jumped over the palace wall, I quickly stopped him with a kick... something... something. But you previously instructed that he must be spared at all costs. Seeing Guard Yun's numerous injuries, I was afraid he would die instantly if he fell from the top of the palace wall again. So Guard Yun had to escape the second time."
Yan Lang was lost in thought and said nothing more.
The longer he was silent, the longer the two secret guards remained silent.
It was not until he waved his hand to signal for them to retreat that the two secret guards breathed a sigh of relief and quickly left the room.
To others, Yanlang is like the magnolia island with blooming red forests, looking isolated and noble.
But for the secret guards, Yan Lang, the deputy master, is far more terrifying than their main master.
Silence returned to the room.
Yan Lang took off Yun Chen's face mask and placed a stick of incense close to her nose, the smoke barely fluctuating.
He pulled out a few silver needles and pierced several large acupuncture points on Yun Chen's body, while speaking as if to himself:
"How coincidental things are in this world. Before you came to Guangyulanzhou, someone entrusted you to me. He said that as long as you were alive, just a breath left, you would never be allowed to return to the Southern Kingdom. I thought about it and decided that since you wanted to steal the Fengshaocao, the Imperial Palace's Sky Prison would be the safest place. I can do as he wishes and keep you there forever."
After the acupuncture, Yan Lang began to remove the broken arrows from her body, doing so quickly and mercilessly.
Every time an arrow was pulled out, a small piece of her flesh was taken out.
"That's why I didn't tell you that on my father's birthday, the number of guards in the palace was more than three times the usual number. I never thought that you, a brave boy, would actually escape."
The last arrow in Yun Chen's body was stuck in his chest, and Yan Lang tried several times to pull it out but failed.
He thought it was ridiculous, stretched out two fingers and flicked the broken arrow, ignoring the fact that Yun Chen frowned in pain even in his coma, and said:
"You're such a weird person. My secret guard said that when three arrows were shot at you, one aimed at your abdomen, one at your heart, and one at your cheek, you could have blocked two of those fatal arrows, but you chose to protect your face even though it took an arrow to your chest. Do you really value your face that much?"
"I can't let others... see my face... I'm afraid... it will implicate you..."
Yun Chen woke up at some point, and struggled to continue Yan Lang's words. Then he spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted again.
She had entered the palace with Yan Lang many times before. If her face was seen by the guards, it would easily implicate Yan Lang.
It's a pity that her kindness still collides with Yan Lang's almost cruel and cold-bloodedness.
His eyes were indifferent, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. "You think too much. Since I dared to let you enter the palace to steal the grass, I must have a hundred ways to distance myself from it."
Seeing Yun Chen completely fainted, Yan Lang held his face and asked curiously:
"The Xuanjiu Sword is his treasure, why would he be willing to give it to you?"
No one could answer his question. Yun Chen's blood had already soaked through the bedding beneath him, and the skin on his limbs began to turn blue and gray.
Yan Lang collected his thoughts and reached out to feel Yun Chen's pulse.
For just a moment, he was stunned.
He looked at the dying young man in front of him, but he could clearly feel a woman's pulse with his hand.
He looked at the arrow still stuck in her chest. He had to untie her clothes and dig out the arrowhead with a knife.
His face was filled with disbelief, and he said in a daze:
"I see."
He suddenly understood why that man dared to entrust Yun Chen to him even though he clearly didn't trust anyone in the world.
He also understood instantly why that person was willing to give the precious Xuan Jiu Sword to Yun Chen.
But then, he couldn't help but think of everything that had happened in the past six months.
Every scene was of Yun Chen.
It was as if something indescribable and inexplicable had quietly surged up in an instant, leaving him at a loss.
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