Eine eisige Aura

Kapitel 62

"I've offended you too." The girl bared her teeth at her, revealing two shallow dimples on her pale face.

At this moment, her smile was like a flower bud blooming in a desperate situation, stubborn and vivid.

Her arm was already going numb. Mei Yaxiang's eyes widened, seemingly unable to believe that she would be ambushed. Overwhelmed with anger, she raised her sword and thrust it forward. Unfortunately, she was too late. With a clang, the sword slipped from her hand and fell to the ground.

Pang bent over and swayed before letting out a soft sigh of relief.

Mei Yaxiang was truly formidable. She almost risked her life to gain the chance to get close, and without anyone noticing, she inserted the Flaming Needle into a numb acupoint on Mei Yaxiang's right arm. Fortunately, once the needle touched flesh and blood, there was no hope of pulling it out.

I underestimated you.

Mei Yaxiang looked at the girl's pale face and smiled slightly.

"Please, Lord, teach me the sixth move."

Pang Wan cupped his hands in greeting to her, which was also a reminder that the fifth move was no longer valid.

"Well, you're quite clever, it would be a shame to kill you." Mei Yaxiang sighed, seemingly muttering to herself.

“However, you also underestimate me.” Before Pang Wan could reply, she suddenly stepped forward and picked up the sword with her left hand.

"Ten years ago, the Palace Master said, 'Mei Ya Xiang, your swordsmanship is good, but your moves are too fierce. You are not allowed to use them often.'"

She shook her left hand, which was holding the sword, and her lips curved upwards in a strange arc.

"The Palace Master instructed me that if I wanted to practice swordsmanship, I had to switch hands to reduce half of the killing energy—so after all these years, I almost forgot that I'm left-handed." She smiled and raised the sword high above her head.

"How pathetic, I didn't want to use this hand against you." A cold, hoarse female voice rang out, as if it came from hell.

A cold wind blew, and the frigid water vapor in the air condensed into ice. Mei Yaxiang's moves were as smooth as flowing water, reaching an extremely high level of unity between man and sword. Pang Wan knew that the situation was hopeless, so he retreated with all his might.

However, no matter how fast she moved, she could not catch up with the whistling sword energy behind her. A whirlwind that shook the earth swept by, and she felt a heart-wrenching pain. She couldn't help but close her eyes.

Author's Note: This is a series of endless, agonizing episodes!

Haha, just kidding, you should have faith in me.

In the next chapter, so-and-so and so-and-so will meet~~ What are your thoughts now?

Pang Wan opened her eyes, and what greeted her was a vast expanse of low-hanging purple gauze curtains, magnificent and beautiful.

She lowered her eyelids and saw the lush green pines and clear spring water on the silk quilt, and two lifelike red-crowned cranes. It was the Yun brocade, which was praised as "the silkworm spinning phoenixes and the misty gauze in the sky".

Looking up at the ceiling, the wooden frame is intricately carved, its dark color carrying a warm, luminous sheen, clearly made of golden sandalwood that has been used for thousands of years.

Everywhere you look, everything is magnificent and extravagant.

—Could it be that I've returned to the Mary Sue continent?

She was extremely puzzled, wondering which family she had been reincarnated into this time? Would she encounter another heartless scoundrel?

As she was lost in thought, the curtain was suddenly lifted, revealing a pair of amber eyes.

"It's you!" she exclaimed, trying to sit up, only to find that she had almost no feeling in her lower limbs.

"Your leg joint is broken, it's just been set, and you're currently taking medication to recover. Don't move around too much." The man frowned.

"Where am I?" Pang Wan recalled the injuries she sustained before losing consciousness and couldn't help but feel a little panicked. "How did you manage to save me?"

"This is the summit of the lonely palace, in the Shanhan Hall."

Seeing her cowering and trembling like a frightened bird, the man's initial concern vanished.

Why was she treating me with such defensiveness? Why did her tone sound more like questioning than gratitude?

These questions were like a thorn in his side, gradually making him unhappy.

"He Qinglu! You liar! You are clearly a member of the Lonely Palace!"

Pang Wan finally realized that he was still on enemy territory, and immediately blushed and shouted.

Seeing her out-of-control appearance, He Qinglu felt a little better. She raised an eyebrow and retorted, "How did I lie to you? I am indeed not the Palace Master of the Lonely Palace, but that doesn't mean I have no connection with the Lonely Palace."

"...Who exactly are you?" Pang Wan stared wide-eyed in alarm—if he wasn't an important figure in the isolated palace, how could he possibly live in the Mountain Cold Palace, which was guarded by elite soldiers and inaccessible to anyone?

He Qinglu didn't rush to answer, but just snorted and handed her a bowl of medicine.

"I'll tell you after you've eaten it." He lowered his long, thick eyelashes.

Dear readers, I apologize, but there won't be any Mary Sue fantasies like personally feeding medicine or mouth-to-mouth dispensing of soup here. We'll only see Young Master He seriously picking up a pillow and stuffing it under Pang Wan's neck, then pulling out a straw and inserting it into the medicine bowl, bringing the cut-off tip to Pang Wan's mouth.

"Inhale." A concise and to-the-point command.

Pang Wan obediently took a sip, only to feel a strong, bitter, and fishy smell instantly fill her mouth, making her want to spit out the medicine. Fortunately, He Qinglu was quick-witted and grabbed her chin, lifting it up and blocking her mouth, forcing the medicine down her throat.

"...It's so painful, I might as well be dead." Pang Wan was so aggrieved that she almost burst into tears.

She is not afraid of injury or death, but she is terribly afraid of bitterness. Mary Sue's noblewomen are all raised in a honey pot and never even touch bitter melon in their lives, let alone drink Chinese medicine.

Seeing her sorrowful expression, He Qinglu's initial intention to tease her diminished somewhat.

"Aren't you going to care about the people locked up in jail?" he rebuked, his face expressionless.

Pang Wan then remembered that Nan Yi was still in their hands, and quickly grabbed his sleeve: "Where is my senior brother? You are not allowed to hurt him!"

He Qinglu glanced at her, her tone indifferent and disdainful: "What right does a bedridden good-for-nothing have to say no?"

Pang Wan choked, and a thin layer of moisture quickly rose from her large eyes.