“Quick, kill the horse! Kill the horse, someone’s about to be trampled to death—”
Various voices mingled, yet no one dared to rush forward to rescue the person.
“Since Miss Su cannot control her horse, I shall discipline it for you.”
The pain was piercing. The horse’s hooves landed on her, and Su Li felt herself about to pass out.
She was filled with rage and hatred. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. That hussy should have been the one trampled under the horse. Why did it turn out like this?
Just then, an arrow flew out, piercing Xifeng.
Ye Luan gasped, immediately pulling the reins taut, dodging the arrow, and riding the horse furiously towards the rear.
Sensing no presence of the hidden guards around her, she took out medicine from her怀 and fed it to the horse.
Before long, the crazed horse stopped and collapsed, unconscious.
Ye Luan leaped off and began to walk towards the back.
The noise behind her was too much. She was too lazy to argue with them and planned to wait at the perimeter for Lan Murou and the others.
But she had only walked a short distance when, suddenly, a palace ahead opened its doors, and a chilling, sinister wind, carrying a malevolent voice, slowly drifted out.
‘Little girl, it’s been a long time.’
She immediately looked up.
At the palace entrance, a man in purple robes wearing a fox mask leaned against the doorframe, his narrow phoenix eyes slightly narrowed as he looked at her, a strange smile playing on his lips.
In his hand, he held a particularly long silver needle, stained with blood that radiated a chilling coldness.
Xie Beihan!
He was actually in Tiandu.
Ye Luan was startled and turned to leave.
Suddenly, she felt pain in her arm. A sinister and venomous aura enveloped her, as terrifying as being targeted by a snake.
“Why run? Come in and sit.”
His voice was as cold as a snake’s, and his deathly cold hand gripped her arm. His wide purple robe, swirling with cold wind, brushed against the hem of her skirt, entangling her.
Ye Luan felt disgusted and uncomfortably shook off his hand.
“Hmm, it’s dirty.”
The man chuckled lightly, took out a handkerchief, and gently wiped his hand, looking elegant yet病态.
His hair was dark, his lips were red, his face was extremely pale, and his phoenix eyes, when they looked at her, slanted upwards, exuding an inexplicable chill.
Ye Luan said, “I apologize for intruding upon this place.”
She intended to leave, but her hand was held by the man. His fair, slender fingers gripped hers tightly, with considerable force.
His face was sinister and elegant, and when he smiled, he revealed a mouth full of stark white teeth.
A sudden wave of disgust rose in Ye Luan’s heart, and she reflexively kicked out at him.
He effortlessly dodged, letting out a mocking laugh, “You dislike me so much, yet I won’t eat you.”
She didn't want to say another word. The memory of him almost strangling her to death made her want to slap him.
But she knew she was no match for him.
Sensing her resistance, Xie Beihan suddenly closed his eyes, as if savoring something. The smile on his lips was truly perverse.
Ye Luan felt like she was going to vomit.
But suddenly, her body was lifted, her vision went black, and she was thrown onto a chair inside the hall.
The cold wind was sharp. The hall door suddenly closed, and the man with dark hair and purple robes elegantly walked in.
In the darkness of the hall, the smell of blood assailed her.
Ye Luan was shocked. Turning around, she saw a long table laid out with three corpses.
And the man was sewing with a needle and thread on the bodies.
“Ugh.”
It was too disgusting.
“Shh, don’t be afraid.”
Ye Luan didn’t know what he intended to do and watched him warily.
But the scene was truly nauseating, and she turned her eyes away in disgust.
“Take a look, do you recognize this person?”
The man’s tone was perverse and teasing, and a bloodthirsty glint was hidden deep within his eyes as he looked at her.
Ye Luan narrowed her eyes slightly, gazing intently at the people. The Dragon Scale Guard insignia on their necks made her heart lurch.
They were the hidden guards Xiao Chizhan had sent to watch her!
She quickly ran over.
The people were already dead.
Xie Beihan glanced at her sideways, a sinister smile on his face.
“He killed so many of my people, destroyed five thousand of my border troops and tens of thousands of provisions. I only killed a few of his hidden guards. Why are you looking at me so fiercely?”
Ye Luan suppressed the killing intent in her heart and coldly stared at the wicked, cold man before her.
“So, you want to use me to pressure Xiao Chizhan?” She paused, letting out a soft sound, “Xiao Chizhan merely treats me like a slave. Your plan is bound to fail.”
The moment she finished speaking, the man’s eyes narrowed into a smile.
“I never use women.”
“Then what is the Crown Prince trying to do in this state?”
Xie Beihan threw down the silver needle he was holding and gently wiped his hands.
He lifted his eyelids and carefully observed the woman before him.
Her cheeks were fair and delicate, her nose was high-bridged, and her pair of alluring phoenix eyes flashed with a cold, piercing light. Her slightly pursed lips were rosy and full, as delicate and tempting as flower petals.
She was dressed in a red dress that accentuated her graceful figure, with a slender build.
The corner of his lips curled, “Your waist is quite slender.”
If he applied just a little more force, he could break it.
Ye Luan warily took a step back, looking at him coldly.
Seeing this, Xie Beihan slightly propped up his chin, blinked, and said to her, “Don’t you want to leave him? Isn’t it good that I helped you kill these hidden guards and took you away?”
Compared to Xiao Chizhan, she loathed the man before her even more.
“The Crown Prince is overthinking things. The Prince treats me very well.”
As soon as she spoke, he closed his eyes slightly, as if contemplating her words.
When he opened them again, they held an inexplicable and terrifying strangeness that made people tremble.
He said, “Jing Zhi entrusted you to my care, and of course, I cannot watch you fall into misfortune.”
The man slowly walked towards her, his purple robe embroidered with dark patterns exuding nobility and elegance. The arc of his mouth was indifferent, and his eyes were filled with a perverse distortion.
“You don’t want to go with me?”
Ye Luan took another step back, clutching the hidden weapon in her hand, and looked at him coldly.
“No.”
Such a direct refusal.
Xie Beihan’s lips curled slightly, “Little girl, after running for so long, you’re captured and imprisoned again. That madman will probably imprisoning you forever. Aren’t you afraid?”
What business is it of yours?
Ye Luan cursed inwardly, but her expression remained unchanged, “The Crown Prince need not trouble himself.”
At least Xiao Chizhan wouldn’t kill her now, but the man before her might.
There were constant incursions along the border between Northern Qi and Da Liang. As the Crown Prince of Northern Qi, he would never concede an inch of territory. What if he wanted to use her?
She, Ye Luan, would never be a stepping stone for anyone.
The man suddenly let out a chuckle, flashed, and a strong aura immediately enveloped her. He leaned down and sniffed her deeply.
Damn it, acting like a dog in heat.
Ye Luan gritted her teeth and pushed him away, warily walking towards the exit.
A strange laugh, emanating from his chest, sounded chillingly in the silent hall.
The man leaned lazily against the table behind him, shrugged, and said, “If you need help in the future, remember to find me.”
A token suddenly flew towards her and landed in her embrace.
Upon hearing this, Ye Luan turned and ran out as if a ghost were chasing her.
After leaving the palace, she looked at the token in her hand, threw it away casually into a dilapidated lotus pond behind her, and with a splash, it disappeared.
She had only taken a few steps when she remembered the dead hidden guards in the hall and couldn’t help but look back.