Meng Fuyao lowered her head and looked at the gleaming sword on her neck, then at the pale face of the youth. After a while, she smiled.
"Comrade, violence won't solve problems, especially when you don't have the strength to do so."
She smiled and gently pushed the tip of the sword away. The sword, which had been as stable as a boulder, was actually pushed away by her. The moment the sword flashed, the youth suddenly fell to the ground.
Unsurprisingly, Meng Fuyao reached out and caught his falling body.
"Sigh," she sighed. "You're clearly injured, so why are you still trying to show off?"
Using the dim light from the mirror, she sized up the youth. His eyes were shut tight, his brows knitted, and his face so pale that it was almost transparent. Beads of sweat seeped out of his forehead and rolled into his hair, making his hair even darker and his complexion as white as snow.
Meng Fuyao shook her head and tore open his clothes without hesitation. Indeed, there was a hastily bandaged wound on his chest. She frowned and untied the bandage. Immediately, the thick smell of blood rushed into her nose. What came into view was a hideous wound that seemed to have been caused by a broad-edged sharp weapon. It was slightly blue and obviously poisoned. There was also a scratch near the wound, with traces of smoke and fire. Although it wasn't serious, Meng Fuyao's eyes narrowed.
Firearms.
She remembered that Yuan Zhaoxu had once said that there was only one firearm team in the entire Taiyuan, equipped with the most advanced firearms in the Five Continents. It had always been in the hands of the Crown Prince, Qi Yuanjing. The one in charge of it was the Crown Prince's trusted aide. This youth was obviously hostile to the Yan and Pei clans under Qi Xunyi, so he should be one of the Crown Prince's men.
But now was not the time to ask questions. Meng Fuyao pursed her lips and took out a small bottle from her sleeve. She looked at it regretfully, then carefully poured out a purple pill and fed it to the youth.
The more she thought about it, the more indignant she became. She slapped the youth's face and pushed the pill down his throat. That gesture was obviously more forceful than necessary.
What could he do? His heart ached. The bottle contained the Nine Revolutions Soul Return Pill given by the old Taoist. The old Taoist boasted that it could regenerate flesh and bones from the dead. Other than the treasures in the Martial Arts Tomb of Di Fantian, the number one expert in the world, nothing else could compare to it. Now that he had given it to this guy who couldn't even be considered a friend, his heart ached.
After taking the pill, the young man's breathing became much smoother. Meng Fuyao checked his pulse. Although she couldn't completely remove the poison, she could at least save his life. She stood up and looked around for an exit to leave.
She knocked on the four walls. This mirror was actually a kind of formation that used the principles of reflection and refraction. After a while, the sound under her hands suddenly changed. It was no longer dull, but clear and bright. She was delighted and was about to push when someone behind her said, "If you want to be shot by arrows and become a hedgehog, push it."
Meng Fuyao turned around and looked at the half-sitting young man. She raised her eyebrows. "Is this how you treat your savior?"
The young man placed his hands on his knees and lowered his eyes to test the breath in his body. When he heard Meng Fuyao's words, he raised his head. His Spectral Eye flashed slightly, deep and beautiful. It was as if he could see the bright moon and countless fishing fires rising above the blue sea through the fog. It was misty, distant, and unfathomable.
His face could only be considered delicate and pleasing to the eye, but his eyes were breathtaking. Looking at them was like sitting among the flowers at dusk, watching the lanterns of the river flowing along the current. There was a kind of fatalistic tranquility amidst the coldness.
Meng Fuyao was a little absent-minded. Why did he have to practice the crazy and strange Spectral Eye with such a pair of eyes?
Before she could figure it out, she heard the man say faintly, "If possible, I wish I could put my knife on your neck."
Meng Fuyao could not help but laugh, shaking her head as she laughed. After a while, she said, "Alright, tell me, what do you want me to do?"
"Today, King Qi has brought a variety troupe to the palace to perform. Tonight, he will celebrate Emperor Taiyuan's birthday at the Qianan Palace banquet. At that time, he will assassinate the Crown Prince and force the old emperor to abdicate. At the same time, King Qi's minions, the Yan and Pei Families, will also make their move. The Yan Family will use the banquet as an excuse to mobilize the palace guards, while the Pei Family will command 50,000 troops to attack the palace. What we have to do is to inform the Crown Prince before Qi Xunyi makes his move."
"Where did you learn about these top-level secrets?" Meng Fuyao looked at him curiously.
"Someone told me." The young man immediately pursed his lips, as if he had no intention of saying more.
Meng Fuyao raised her head and thought for a while. "Alright." She laughed fearlessly and a little proudly. "Sigh, I want to do anything that makes Pei Yuan unhappy. Besides, if I don't think of a way with you in the palace today, it'll be hard for me to escape from the Pei Family."
The young man frowned, his heart heavy. "I rushed to the Xin Palace to inform the Crown Prince, but I didn't expect to run into the Crown Prince's flintlock team outside the Yi Gate. I didn't know that they had betrayed Master, otherwise …"
"Otherwise, you wouldn't have been injured and forced to hide here. Why did you need my help?" Meng Fuyao glanced at him. "Are you from the Yun Family?"
"Yun Hen, the adopted son of the Yun Family," he answered simply.
Meng Fuyao rolled her eyes. A large part of the reason why the Yun Family and the Pei Family became enemies was because of Yuan Zhaoxu and her framing. She could not help but feel a little guilty and quickly changed the topic.
"Qi Xunyi is very capable." She flicked the map that Yun Hen had given her. "Isn't he a prince who doesn't command troops? Where did he get the power to control the situation? "
"I don't know either," Yun Hen said thoughtfully. "I only suspect that someone is helping Qi Xunyi."
"Who?"
Yun Hen pondered for a while before answering slowly and solemnly.
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