Die weibliche Nebenfigur ist unschuldig

Kapitel 123

Suddenly, her legs went weak, and Qingyan felt like she was about to collapse. Her face turned deathly pale, and cold sweat soaked her vest. She bit her lower lip hard, a stubborn glint in her eyes, and then she chuckled softly.

"Little demon is really clever, she guessed it right away. That's right, of course I deliberately came to get close to the Crown Prince."

The man in black's pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints.

Ignoring his murderous glare, Qingyan smiled and gracefully walked towards the man in black. She winked, tilted her head playfully, and said, "If I don't get close to the Crown Prince, how can I become the Left Prime Minister? And besides, if I don't get close to the Crown Prince, how could I have met you today? Don't you think so, little demon?" Is he a Celestial Master from this time and space?

She deliberately approached, and the man in black frowned but made no move, unfazed by her petty tricks. Jin San knew this too; he moved to stop her, but ultimately stopped, though his body tensed, and his hand gripping the sword hilt suddenly tightened to a bloodless grimace.

The air seemed to instantly thicken, a menacing atmosphere pervading the darkness. Even the moonlight was suddenly obscured by dark clouds. A gust of wind blew, the dim oil lamp flickered a few times, and then silently went out. Suddenly, a glint of excitement and cruelty flashed in the eyes of the man in black.

Qingyan still smiled, her hand glowing faintly in the darkness as she gently extended it towards the man in black. "Nice to meet you."

The man in black seemed to be stunned for a moment, his lips twitched for a while, and then, as if he had thought of something, he still reached out his hand.

Their hands crossed in the air, about to clasp together.

"No! Stop!!" A loud shout rang out, the voice familiar yet panicked, the breath ragged, accompanied by hurried footsteps. A figure darted out of the shadows like lightning, grabbing Qingyan's waist and spinning her aside. The black-clad man's blade, barely half-revealed, was hastily withdrawn.

"Crown Prince!"

"Crown Prince!!"

A flurry of footsteps emerged from the shadows, accompanied by the clanging of weapons. Wu Cheng and Yang Huai also appeared, standing at the forefront of the soldiers. They looked at the scene before them somewhat bewildered, paused briefly, and then bowed respectfully, "Crown Prince, Left Prime Minister, Master Zhen!"

Mr. Zhen?! Qingyan stared coldly at the man in black. Wasn't he Master Zhen?

Yuwen Ke's whole body was trembling slightly. He held Qingyan's hands tightly together, so tightly that they seemed to spasm. His face was pale, and he was shaking with fear. When he suddenly appeared in the dark and saw the two of them holding hands, he was so frightened that his soul almost left his body.

He stared intently at the person standing opposite him, "Zhenhe, you dare to hurt her?!"

Chapter 274: Mad Tiger

Few people know that Zhenhe's hands never touch anyone; he only uses them for two things: eating and killing.

If, if this handshake were to actually happen, Qingyan, Qingyan...

His eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and his gaze fixed on Zhenhe was as fierce as a mad tiger.

Zhenhe remained expressionless. "Yuwen, she is too dangerous and harbors ill intentions."

Yuwen Ke roared, "It has nothing to do with you. Even if I die at her hands, it will be of my own free will."

Zhenhe's face darkened. She lowered her head, avoiding his gaze. Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she didn't. She let out a long sigh.

Qingyan suddenly shoved Yuwen Ge's arm, catching him off guard and causing him to stumble. He looked up in alarm and reached out, "Qingyan..."

Qingyan took a step back, avoiding his hand, her face cold, and without even looking at him, she said, "Jin San, let's go!"

Jin San responded in a deep voice, gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, and followed a few steps later.

Qingyan turned and strode towards the gate. Her back was straight, and her steps were decisive and swift.

A look of extreme pain suddenly flashed in Yuwen Ke's eyes, his face turned deathly pale, and he roared, "Don't you dare leave!"

Qingyan ignored him and continued walking without stopping.

"Stop her!" Yuwen Ke clutched his chest and said coldly.

The clanging of swords filled the air, and armor gleamed coldly in the moonlight. A forest of swords surrounded her, cold and menacing, aimed directly at her.

Qingyan finally stopped and stood up slowly.

Everyone stopped moving, and there wasn't a sound, not even the chirping of insects. Only the dark, gloomy winds and clouds silently surged in the air.

She paused, then turned around quietly. Her gaze swept over the forest of swords and landed on Yuwen Ke. Suddenly, she smiled, her eyes flashing as if she had seen something, yet also as if she had seen nothing at all.

Upon seeing such a gaze, Yuwen Ke suddenly felt a little panicked. He quickly approached Qingyan and whispered, "Qingyan, come back with me." He had only said one sentence when he suddenly felt a lump in his throat. Too many words rushed to his mouth, but he held them back and couldn't squeeze out a single one.

Qingyan, come back with me.

Qingyan, I can't lose you.

Qingyan, Qingyan, Qingyan...

"Qingyan, will you come back with me?"

Qingyan laughed again and blinked. "What is the Crown Prince talking about? With so many swords surrounding us, even if I wanted to leave, it wouldn't be easy. Ah, no, not easy, it's impossible to leave at all. Of course, whatever the Crown Prince says goes."

Chapter 275: The Celestial Master

Yuwen Ke's face paled, and his lips moved, but he was interrupted before he could speak.

"Ugh, I'm so tired, I want to sleep."

She clapped her hands, brushed off non-existent dust from her clothes, and deftly avoided Yuwen Ke's hand that was about to help her up. She turned around and grinned at Jin San, "Jin San, let's go. So many soldiers, it's scary. You stay outside the tent and keep watch for me. Don't let anyone in without my permission."

Kim Jong-un replied sternly, "Yes!"

Ignoring the stunned crowd, the two strolled leisurely towards their tent. Soon, they disappeared behind the tent.

Yuwen Ke withdrew his hand, which had been frozen in mid-air. His hand was very cold, and the coldness spread along his arm and over his entire body, making him almost frozen.

Zhenhe glanced at Yuwen Ke, who was expressionless, her expression complicated. After a long while, she sighed softly, turned around, and entered the tent.

Yuwen Ke looked up at the sky; the dark clouds shimmered with a pale blue light, mirroring his own complexion. He shuddered violently, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth. He clutched his chest, a bitter smile creeping across his face.

Qingyan, Qingyan...