"Wait!"
Two men flew over from afar. The one in front was tall and well-built, wearing the uniform of the imperial guards. The other had thick eyebrows and a thick beard, dressed in a brocade robe.
Pei Yuan's expression changed when she saw that the latter was her future father-in-law, Commandant Yan Lie. She quickly tore off a piece of her sleeve to cover her face.
The shout came from the first man. He approached and shouted with a frown, "Put your weapons away! What nonsense are you making! "
Seeing that their superior had spoken, the guards sheathed their weapons in embarrassment. Pei Yuan raised her eyebrows and slowly turned around. She said coldly, "Commander Tie, are you blaming me for causing trouble?"
"I wouldn't dare." The vice commander of the imperial guards, Tie Cangmo, bowed in a neither servile nor overbearing manner and said in a sonorous voice, "We dare not disobey the princess's orders. However, the princess has ordered us to point our weapons at someone who is not someone we can touch. Please restrain your anger on the account that our lives are also lives."
"Him?" Pei Yuan turned and glanced sideways at Zhan Beiye, a mocking smile on her lips. "Who the hell does he think he is?"
Tie Cangmo lowered his head and frowned slightly, but his tone remained calm. "Your Highness, this is King Lie of Tiansha Nation, an honored guest of His Majesty. You've been rude."
"You …" Pei Yuan choked on her words. She wanted to lash out, but she hesitated. This man was an honest man and was the foremost expert of Taiyuan Imperial Palace. He was a man of principle. Offending him would put her in a difficult position.
Seeing that Yan Lie was already approaching, Pei Yuan didn't want to lose her temper in front of her future father-in-law. She swallowed her anger and glared at Tie Cangmo before going over to greet Yan Lie.
Yan Lie's gaze swept over her tightly wrapped mask, and then he looked away. He stood where he was and stroked his beard with a smile. After accepting Pei Yuan's bow, Pei Yuan straightened her back. She, who had always been arrogant, was not unhappy because of this bow that did not fit her status. Instead, she revealed a trace of a smile. Since the old man of the Yan family accepted her bow, didn't that mean that he had definitely recognized her as his daughter-in-law?
Yan Lie looked at her and smiled amiably. "Your Highness, today is His Majesty's birthday. Don't waste time on such trivial matters. It's not appropriate to ruin important matters."
His tone was calm, but his smile seemed to have a deeper meaning. He emphasized the word "major event."
Pei Yuan's heart skipped a beat when she heard that. Only then did she remember the purpose of her visit. She frowned, a little annoyed at herself for forgetting about business the moment she saw Meng Fuyao. Now that she thought about it, she realized that she hadn't heard Meng Fuyao make a sound.
Just now, he seemed to have seen her roll to the bottom of the stairs. After that, she didn't appear again. After that, she confronted Zhan Beiye and Tie Cangmo rushed over. After a verbal exchange, he had forgotten about this woman.
Zhan Beiye thought of Fuyao as well. He snorted coldly and followed the trail of blood that Fuyao had left behind. Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows.
The bloodstains were still there, but there was no sign of Fuyao.
Pei Yuan snorted coldly and rushed over like a gust of wind. When she saw that Fuyao was nowhere to be seen, her face darkened. "With me here, you won't be able to get far!"
Zhan Beiye turned around abruptly. His actions were so forceful that he flung his sleeves at Pei Yuan's face. She felt as if her face had been swept by an iron plate, and her vision went black. Zhan Beiye's voice was as cold as ice. "I'm warning you, there are still nine more holes. I'll chase after you every time I see them. If you dare touch her again, I'll poke a hundred holes in your body. I don't kill women, but I'll make an exception for you!"
He flicked his sleeves and said sternly, "I don't have time to waste with you. I'll remember this debt!"
Pei Yuan covered her face and raised her head. Just as she was about to retort, Zhan Beiye flicked his sleeves again, and another gust of wind hit her right cheek, causing her to stumble. Zhan Beiye's figure flashed, and he was already far away.
*****
"Hey, hey, hey …"
"Gentler, gentler …"
"Hiss … Are you trying to save someone or kill them?"
Mutterings could be heard in the darkness, and two pairs of bright eyes could be vaguely seen. One of them belonged to the unlucky Fuyao.
She had rolled down the steps and into the flowering shrubs. Before she could get up, she was suddenly pulled by a pair of steel-like hands, and her body fell into a dark well.
Shocked, Fuyao tried to resist, but the man covered her mouth and shook his head, signaling her not to make a sound. The skin between his thumb and index finger was slightly rough, and it was obviously the hand of a man who practiced martial arts. His slightly cool palm had the faint scent of agarwood that only noblemen used. She looked around and realized that she was in a secret room. She guessed that there used to be a dry well that was connected to a secret passage. It was later sealed, and flowers were planted on it. She rolled into the shrubs and hid in the well, and the man pulled her down.
Feeling that the man was not hostile, Fuyao heaved a sigh of relief. The man suddenly pulled her shoulder and tore a few strips of cloth from his sleeves. In a few swift and ruthless movements, he finished bandaging the wound on her shoulder in the blink of an eye.
Meng Fuyao was caught off guard and screamed in pain. Before she could finish, the man had already let go of her and turned around without a word.
His back was lean and straight, like a jade tree in the darkness. Seeing that Fuyao had calmed down, he took a few steps forward. A faint light shone in and outlined the man's figure. He had broad shoulders and a slender waist. He was still a teenager.
Fuyao stared at his back, feeling that he looked a little familiar.
She looked around and frowned. She did not know why, but she had never liked confined spaces. Instinctively, she wanted to escape.
The man suddenly turned around. He had an outstanding face, and his eyes were as deep and clear as an ancient spring. His face was slightly pale, reminding one of the snow-covered mountains in the distant Qiong Cang Dynasty. His gaze was dark and deep, cold, and as deep as a bottomless abyss. It was as bright as a starry sky, but in the extreme darkness and coldness, there was a strange flickering starlight.
Fuyao suddenly sucked in a breath.
She had seen those eyes before!
It was the day after Yan Jingchen parted ways with her at the Mystic Essence Sword Sect. When she returned to the sect, she challenged the black-robed youth with her sword. When she turned her head to look at his bewitching eyes, an inextinguishable spark had exploded in her eyes.
She had always remembered it.
Who would have thought that she would meet him in a secret passage in the Taiyuan Palace today?
The youth looked at her and suddenly said, "I just saved your life. Now, do me a favor."
His voice was cold, like thin ice colliding with each other in an ice pool, cold and distant.
"Huh?" Fuyao's eyes widened. What kind of logic was this guy using? Why would she need him to save her life? There was no way Zhan Beiye would let her be killed. She was unlucky enough to be dragged down the well by him, and now she owed him a favor?
Besides, he was sneakily hiding here with a serious look on his face. It was obvious that he needed help with something serious. Fuyao was no fool who liked to be cannon fodder.
The youth pursed his lips and looked at her expression. Without another word, he placed his sword on Fuyao's neck with a clang.
The blade was as clear as autumn water, and the murderous aura on the sword was like scattered needles, so piercing that Fuyao wanted to close her eyes.
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