"I didn't expect you to be such a loyal person. You would rather be injured to save Chen Yuanyuan." Although Huang Chang's tone was one of admiration, his hands did not stop. He continued to press forward.
"No!" Seeing his mother spit out blood after being punched by Huang Chang, Ah Ke felt a chill run down his spine. He finally reacted and was replaced with anger. He didn't know where he got the courage to open his arms and block Huang Chang. "I won't let you hurt my mother!"
"Your Highness!"
Seeing Huang Chang's attack about to land on Ah Ke, the guards not far away all cried out.
Huang Chang frowned. The person in front of him was the Emperor's concubine. If he hurt her … he hesitated and his attack slowed.
Song Qingshu took this opportunity to break through the window with Chen Yuanyuan in his arms. He quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.
"After him!" The group of guards all unsheathed their long swords and charged out. Huang Chang did not move. He had fought with Song Qingshu many times and knew that with Song Qingshu's lightness skills, he would not be able to catch up to him now that he had the advantage. If they were on an open plain, he could try to use Huang Chang's injury to give chase. However, the terrain of the Imperial Palace was complicated. Huang Chang had hundreds of ways to shake him off.
Shaking his head, Huang Chang turned and walked into the shadows in the corner. Just as he was about to disappear into the darkness, Ah Ke suddenly ran in front of him and blocked his way. Even though he was trembling with fear, Ah Ke stubbornly stared at him. "Why did you kill my mother!"
Huang Chang coldly replied, "I didn't want to kill your mother. I just wanted to keep that person alive."
"But what if that person didn't save her?" Even though Ah Ke was not an expert, she could still see that Huang Chang's punch had not been merciful. If it weren't for the fact that Song Qingshu had helped his mother neutralize most of the force, the two of them would probably be far apart now.
"Then I'll get rid of a femme fatale for the Great Song." Huang Chang's tone was emotionless.
"Femme fatale?" Ah Ke muttered to herself and did not react.
"I cry for the six armies in mourning mourning for a beauty. One Chen Yuanyuan caused the Central Plains to fall under the iron cavalry of the Outsiders … it is not good fortune for the Great Song to have such an inauspicious woman in the palace." After Huang Chang left these words, the light around him twisted and quickly disappeared without a trace.
Ah Ke stood rooted to the ground, her whole body trembling with anger. "You men don't have the ability, so you push all the blame on a woman …" As Chen Yuanyuan's daughter, she had heard many similar remarks since she was a child. Even though she did not agree with them, as the saying goes, 'public opinion can melt gold'. This was the common view of everyone, and she was powerless to refute it.
She thought of how she had left her hometown to come to the Southern Song Dynasty thousands of miles away. For the sake of her father's great cause, she had to marry a man she didn't like. The only thing worth rejoicing about was that her mother had accompanied her all the way, but now her only support was leaving her … The more Ah Ke thought about it, the sadder she became.
"Don't be too sad. Your mother will be fine." Li Yuanzhi walked over and comforted her. She did not like Ah Ke and Chen Yuanyuan, but Huang Chang had hurt her lover. She suddenly felt that Ah Ke was not as annoying as she thought. Plus, Song Qingshu was injured. Luckily, Ah Ke had stepped in during the critical moment, giving her lover a chance to escape. Seeing Ah Ke so sad, Li Yuanzhi could not help but comfort her.
"How do you know my mother will be fine?" Ah Ke looked as if she had found a life-saving straw. She raised her head and looked at Li Yuanzhi with tears in her beautiful eyes.
"Erm …" Li Yuanzhi thought to herself, 'I can't tell you that Brother Song is such a gentle and protective person, so it's impossible for him to let Chen Yuanyuan get hurt.' Li Yuanzhi had no choice but to answer, "That person was willing to get hurt just to save Silent Hermit. He even took her with him when he left. I'm afraid he was worried that she would be killed by the ghost if he left her here."
Li Yuanzhi did not know who Huang Chang was, so she used another name. After all, Huang Chang usually hid in a cloak and looked like a ghost.
"Is that person really not going to hurt mother?" Ah Ke muttered to herself. She thought about what that mysterious person did to her and her mother that night, but he saved her mother today. For a moment, she did not know whether she should hate him or thank him.
Song QingShu carried Chen Yuanyuan and turned left and right in the palace. Soon, he had shaken off the pursuers. Because the Cold Palace was relatively secluded, he returned to Li Yuanzhi's residence.
"Ugh …" As soon as he placed Chen Yuanyuan on the bed, Song Qingshu spat out a mouthful of blood. He had been injured by Huang Chang's Demon Subduing Fist and had been running all the way, aggravating his injuries. He did not have time to recover, causing his blood to surge. Now that he had calmed down a little, he could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
Huang Chang's all-out attack was extremely powerful. Fortunately, Song Qingshu had divine techniques to protect his body. In addition, he had been prepared when he received the attack, so he did not suffer any irreversible injuries. However, he still needed to recover immediately.
Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Song QingShu circulated his Inner Qi a few times before he finally regained his breath. If it was half a year ago, he would probably need to recuperate for ten days to half a month to recover from such an injury. However, with his current cultivation, his injury would almost recover after a few cycles of recuperation.
Suddenly, Song QingShu opened his eyes and saw that Chen Yuanyuan had pulled out the golden hairpin from her hair and was struggling to crawl over. She pressed the sharp end of the golden hairpin against his neck, her face extremely pale.
Song Qingshu frowned. "What are you doing?"
Chen Yuanyuan bit her lip. "You tainted my innocence. Before I die, I will drag you down with me."
Song Qingshu laughed involuntarily. "When did I taint your innocence? I didn't even touch you from beginning to end, okay?"
"Nonsense!" Chen Yuanyuan's originally pale face suddenly flushed red. "If you didn't touch me, then my mouth … my mouth wouldn't be filled with that filthy stuff."
"What filthy stuff?" Song Qingshu asked even though he already knew the answer.
"You!" Chen Yuanyuan's phoenix eyes narrowed. She could no longer suppress the anger in her heart. The golden hairpin in her hand forcefully stabbed towards his neck.
Ding ~
Chen Yuanyuan felt her palm go numb. She could no longer hold the golden hairpin. It flew to the side and stabbed into a pillar. The end of the golden hairpin trembled, showing just how powerful the other's finger was.
The golden hairpin left her hand. Chen Yuanyuan immediately lost her center of gravity. Her entire body softly fell to the ground. However, she didn't fall onto the hard floor like she had imagined. Instead, she fell into a warm embrace.
"Madam, be careful. If you injure this devastatingly beautiful face, who knows how many men in this world will sigh with regret." Song Qingshu smiled slightly.
"Frivolous and shameless person ~" Chen Yuanyuan's impression of Song Qingshu once again fell to the freezing point. She angrily and anxiously tried to push him away. "Don't touch me."
"You really don't want me to touch you?" Song Qingshu's smile carried a trace of a strange flavor.
"Of course!" Chen Yuanyuan was already injured and weak. Being teased like this, she immediately panicked.
"Alright then." Song Qingshu instantly retracted his hands. Chen Yuanyuan was seriously injured and had relied on his support to stabilize herself. This sudden turn of events caused her to instantly lose her center of gravity and fall into Song Qingshu's arms. What's more, because she was facing downwards, her face directly fell between Song Qingshu's legs.
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