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Lu Yurong gently pressed her palm forward.
Suddenly, a surge of energy came from the void, condensing at the tip of her palm, forming a vague outline of a palm. The energy from the void continued to surge, faster and faster, finally condensing into a white jade palm.
It was the same size as Lu Yurong's right hand, as if it was sculpted from white jade based on her own hand.
It seemed slow, but it was actually extremely fast, condensing in the blink of an eye. The white jade palm disappeared in a flash, reappearing in front of San Niang's chest, disappearing without a sound.
"Pfft!" San Niang spat out a mouthful of blood.
As if a rope was yanked from behind, she flew straight up and crashed into Tian Shi's chest.
Tian Shi quickly called out, "San Niang!"
Lu Yurong lightly pressed her palm forward again.
The energy from the void condensed into a white jade palm, appearing in front of Tian Shi's chest, then like a drop of water falling into a drought field, it disappeared without a sound.
"Pfft!" Tian Shi leaned against the wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood, lying limply on San Niang's body.
San Niang forced herself not to close her eyes, smiling at Tian Shi.
Tian Shi strenuously stretched out his palm, wiping away the blood at the corner of her mouth, a smile on his handsome face. He gently said, "San Niang, we can't escape! … I've let you down in this life, I'll repay your kindness in the next! "
San Niang smiled contentedly. "I'm satisfied to be able to lie in your arms and die, the heavens have been kind to me."
"San Niang …" Tian Shi sighed, gazing at her affectionately. "We shouldn't have met. If you hadn't met me, you wouldn't have been ruined."
"I'm very happy that we met." San Niang's voice was getting weaker, but her smile was even sweeter. "For you, I'm happy to do anything. The world is so beautiful, I don't feel tired at all."
"San Niang …" Tian Shi shook his head lightly.
Sanniang spoke weakly but clearly, "It's a pity that I'm useless. I couldn't save you even after learning the Holy Church of Light's martial arts. I originally planned to save you when you were about to take your revenge and if you were in danger. If you weren't in danger, I'd stay by your side and we'd escape together. It's a pity that I haven't mastered the Holy Church of Light's martial arts."
"Sanniang, you're such a silly girl …" Tian Shi reached out and caressed her fair face. He smiled and said, "I've lived my entire life for the sake of revenge. I never thought that I'd be able to have you by my side. My life has not been in vain."
Lu Yurong's face turned pale. When the two palms were formed, the insides of her body were completely emptied. She was extremely weak.
If they were not in King Jing's Imperial Residence, she would not have dared to use this secret skill.
With a sweet smile on her face, Sanniang slowly stopped breathing.
Tian Shi sighed softly, "Sanniang …"
He caressed her face, his hand trembling as tears streamed down from the corner of his eyes.
His hand slowly stopped, and he sat still. His breath disappeared.
The hall was silent. Everyone stared at the two of them, speechless.
Lu Yurong's eyes flickered, but her face was expressionless.
After a while, King Jing sighed. "Bury the two of them!"
"Yes." The eight protectors fist saluted and carried the two of them out of the hall.
Lu Yurong sat quietly in the armchair. She seemed to be deep in thought. She did not move an inch.
King Jing's face was gloomy. He did not seem to be happy about killing the assassins.
After a long while, King Jing let out a long sigh. "Losing Tian Shi is like losing an arm. Sigh … Tian Hong, I really can't remember this person!"
"Uncle-in-law, he's not your man after all." Lu Yurong's expression was downcast. "If he were to plot against us at a critical moment in the future, the losses would be unimaginable. It's better to get rid of him now."
"Yes …" King Jing slapped the armrest of his chair and sighed. "What a pity … He's really stubborn. Sigh … sigh …"
He looked regretful as he shook his head.
Lu Yurong remained silent.
"Yurong, are you alright?" King Jing looked at her and asked with concern, "It must have taken you a lot of effort to take care of them, right?"
"The secret skill of the Holy Church of Light is very powerful," Lu Yurong said. "We have to kill her before she can fully activate it. Otherwise, if we can't suppress it, the entire Imperial Residence will suffer!"
"It's that powerful?"
"Prince Bao knows best," Lu Yurong said. "Even he can't suppress it."
"… I've decided. We'll bury the two of them and tell the public that Young Feng was assassinated!" King Jing said in a low voice.
He saw Lu Yurong's martial arts and thought about his son. Finally, he made up his mind. He would not care about anything else. He would throw him into the High Duke's Public House first. Whether he was a dragon or a worm depended on his own luck. If he continued to spoil him, he would still be useless.
Lu Yurong nodded. "Uncle-in-law is wise!"
"I'll leave him to you. You know how to deal with him." King Jing scoffed. "I won't ask!"
Lu Yurong smiled.
— —
The next morning, Lu Yurong slowly cultivated in her courtyard to soothe her body. After a night, her fatigue and weakness had disappeared. The Empyrean Fairy Power was magical.
After she finished cultivating, she put on a loose white robe and sat in the pagoda.
It was sunny outside and the weather was good. However, she was not in a good mood. She was lazy and could not lift her spirits.
The two maids saw that she was in a bad mood and did not disturb her. They quietly served her tea and placed the fruits on the stone table. They stood at the side and did not make a sound.
"Bang!" The courtyard door was slammed open.
Leng Feng stormed into the courtyard angrily and rushed into the pagoda. He asked loudly, "Cousin sister, was it your idea?"
Lu Yurong glanced at him. "What idea?"
"The assassin is dead. Why are you saying that I'm dead? I'm still alive. How could I be dead?!" Leng Feng said loudly.
"You should ask uncle-in-law about his decision. Don't bother me!" Lu Yurong waved her hand and took a sip of tea.
"Even if it was father's decision, it must have been your idea, right?" Leng Feng scoffed. "Throw me into the High Duke's Public House as a servant. Cousin sister, what were you thinking?"
Lu Yurong sipped her tea and did not look at him.
"I know. You must think that I'm an eyesore!" Leng Feng scoffed. "I'm delaying you and Chu Li, right?"
"Yes." Lu Yurong nodded and put down her teacup. "You're right!"
"What's so good about him?!" Leng Feng's face turned red. He shouted. "He's just a Scribe. Your standards are too low. How could you like someone like him!"
Lu Yurong looked at him. "You think you're better than Chu Li?"
"Of course!" Leng Feng scoffed.
Lu Yurong said, "Your martial arts is better than Chu Li's? Smarter than Chu Li? Other than being the son of His Royal Highness, what other abilities do you have? "
"You …" Leng Feng's face turned even redder.
Lu Yurong said, "I'm not Chu Li's opponent. What about you? Can you even take one hit from me? "
"Cousin sister, don't go overboard!" Leng Feng scoffed. "I'm not that bad!"
"You're just that bad!" Lu Yurong said. "How about this. If you can take one hit from me without getting hurt, you don't have to go to the High Duke's Public House. If you can't, you'll have to be an obedient servant!"
Leng Feng scoffed. "Fine. One hit it is."
"Are you ready?" Lu Yurong said.
"Come!" Leng Feng put his hands in front of his body. He scoffed. "I'm not the same person I was a year ago!"
Lu Yurong swung her palm.
"Bam!" Leng Feng flew out of the courtyard.
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