Yuan Ming looked at Jun Xiqing in disbelief.
She was actually …
The metal hook pierced into Jun Xiqing's smooth shoulder, causing her to break out in sweat from the pain. She had no time to care about Yuan Ming's strange expression. She stretched out her hand, slowly and forcefully pulling the metal hook out of her shoulder inch by inch.
The white metal hook went in and the red one came out.
Howl.
He heard the howling of the wolves ahead.
Yuan Ming looked up and saw a pack of wolves glowing with a green light in the darkness ahead. The wolves were here.
He reined in his horse and stopped.
Everyone said that the youngest daughter of the Jun Family had a secret skill and was a wolf tamer.
Indeed.
26 years ago, no one knew that he loved Bei Yuewu.
However, after hearing some gossip in the garden, her mind was as clear as ice and snow, and she could guess the gist of it.
She had used a disguise to lure him here. She cherished her life and wouldn't let herself die here.
She was just stalling for time. Night was coming and the wolves were coming. Her chance had come.
Jun Xiqing.
She was the youngest daughter of the Jun Family.
Just like that, she used her slender hands to turn a game of chess that was supposed to be a dead end into a living one.
She had fought her way out of a hopeless situation.
She was so beautiful.
Yuan Ming thought that everyone loved talented people. He didn't believe that Lu Yeming wouldn't fall for Jun Xiqing.
The companionship and warmth of childhood would accompany you for the rest of your life. But eventually, you would meet someone who would walk into your heart and take a bite, doting on you for the rest of your life.
Jun Xiqing galloped into the night, disappearing into the distance.
At this moment, the army caught up. "Chief, should we give chase?"
Yuan Ming waved his hand. "No need."
"Chief, let's go back."
"Go back?" Yuan Ming smiled. "Lu Yeming's army is fast and he's already here. If I go back, I'll be walking right into a trap. It's a pity that we were caught off guard by Lu Yeming and Jun Xiqing. Let's head south."
"But Chief, Auntie is still there."
Dongfang Wanqing.
Yuan Ming's lips curved into a sinister smile. "She's fine. Murong Jiancheng will protect her."
Lu Yeming had returned with the military seal.
Yuan Ming had escaped without a trace of blood. Lu Yeming had regained control of the Holy Lady Tribe.
In the tent, Lu Yeming sat in front of the table as Fan Men reported everything that had happened today to him.
"Your Highness, President Jun asked us to smash the rings. At that time, while cutting the steak, she said that this Chief was nothing. Even if Your Highness knew how to solve the rings, you wouldn't do it for him."
Lu Yeming was still dressed in black. He tore off his skin mask, revealing his handsome face.
He sat alone in front of the desk, the dim yellow light shining on his chiseled facial features, cold and elegant.
Hearing Fan Men's words, he thought back to when he had met Yuan Ming eight years ago. Yuan Ming had indeed given him the Nine Chains Solution and he had smashed it.
And he was thinking.
He was wondering who this Yuan Ming was. Even if he knew how to solve it, he wouldn't show him.
At this moment, Fan Men said, "President Jun loved archery since she was young. Her best record was hitting ten rings in a row."
Lu Yeming lifted his handsome face and glanced at Fan Men. "This Yuan Ming's news is outdated. Didn't you tell her that my best record was hitting twelve rings in a row?"
Lu Yeming curved his thin lips again, his deep voice tinged with gentleness. "Look at how smug she is. She really thinks that she can beat me."
Fan Men's heart thumped. He saw His Highness's deep almond-shaped eyes twinkling with joy.
Fan Men placed a red poppy in front of the table. "Your Highness, President Jun used this poppy to lure Yuan Ming away."
Fan Men didn't say much. Bei Yuewu was His Highness's mother and their relationship in the palace had always been a little mysterious.
Lu Yeming looked at the red poppy and after a few seconds, he asked, "Did she leave any message for me?"
"She did."
"Hm?"
"President Jun said that if she could come back alive, she would ask Your Highness to be merciful and let her go."
With that, Fan Men carefully observed the man's expression in front of the table, trying to figure out what he was thinking.
But he was disappointed.
Lu Yeming didn't show any signs of emotion. He didn't even move his brows. He reached out and caressed the red poppy on the table. Then his thin lips curved into a nonchalant smile. "You want me to let her go? Impossible."
Impossible.
Perhaps before tonight, he might have considered it.
But after tonight, he would never let her go.
"Those were her last words?"
"No, President Jun's last words were …" Fan Men didn't dare to say it.
"What was it?" Lu Yeming asked in a low voice.
Fan Men braced himself and said, "President Jun's last words were … Lu Yeming, you big idiot!"
Fan Men said it all and waited for His Highness to get angry.
No one had ever dared to scold His Highness like that.
"Ha." At this moment, Fan Men heard a low, seductive laugh. Lu Yeming laughed.
His Highness actually laughed?
Fan Men was dumbfounded.
Lu Yeming really laughed. His handsome eyes were filled with joy. He got up, left the room and leaped onto his horse.
"Your Highness, where are you going?" Fan Men chased after him.
"I'm going to find her. She won't die."
Lu Yeming galloped off.
His Highness went after Jun Xiqing just like that?
He left the entire Holy Lady Clan behind.
Fan Men stood rooted to the ground and suddenly smiled.
He had a feeling that after tonight, His Highness would like Jun Xiqing a little more, a little more.
As for how much, perhaps only His Highness knew.
Lu Yeming galloped off to find Jun Xiqing. He would definitely find her.
The cool night breeze caressed his handsome face. He gently furrowed his brows, his mind filled with images of her delicate little face.
He had never missed someone like this before.
He wanted to hold her in his arms, to rub her in his embrace, to kiss her fiercely, to tear her clothes apart and take her over and over again.
He wanted to leave a deep imprint of himself on a woman, to make her belong to him completely.
This feeling was very unfamiliar, but it was so intense and intense.
He could totally imagine her graceful and languid as a kitten when she said that she had dropped the nine rings, the look on her face when she hit the nine bulls-eye, the look on her face when she lifted her little tail and ran away in a red dress, looking like a speck of dust.
Every single one of them was her.
Jun Xiqing.
He called her name in his heart. Jun Xiqing.
Her long lashes fluttered and Jun Xiqing slowly opened her eyes.
Where was she?
She wanted to sit up, but the moment she moved, a piercing pain shot through her right shoulder.
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