Mercenary Princess - Chapter 168
"I have failed in my duty and disturbed you, sir. Please punish me!" The large, kind hand gripped the reins tightly, never loosening his grip even slightly. The fact that he had kept the dead horse from collapsing for so long was a testament to the groom's profound strength.
How dare they even touch his horse? They must be tired of living!
With a face as cold as ice, he ripped off the gauze curtain hanging in front of the carriage with a swift movement, his robes billowing as he flew out of the carriage.
Without the flying needles, a feeling of powerlessness gradually crept into my heart.
What should I do? Do I really have to go to the Blood Lotus Palace with him and become his wife?
No, she doesn't want to!
Once she's branded with this arrogant man's mark, she'll never be able to escape his control for the rest of her life!
A life controlled by others is nothing more than being a walking corpse; what difference is there between that and being dead?
She refused to be manipulated; she would rather die than live in someone else's clutches!
Tuoba Jie, even if I die, I will never let you control her life!
But what will happen to Gouwa if she dies?
That ruthless man will surely sow the seeds of revenge on young Gouwa. She didn't even dare to imagine how far his revenge would go...
Heavens, why did you let her live such a helpless life?
In a moment of distraction, three-tenths of the palm force struck her shoulder, causing her body to stagger backward uncontrollably until it crashed into a hard block of steel with a thud, finally coming to a stop.
As soon as he got off the carriage, he was bumped into by a petite woman.
The softness of the woman in his arms made his heart flutter for no reason, and he reflexively wrapped his arms around her waist to help her steady her body.
Grasping the iron-like arm to barely steady himself, he suppressed the metallic taste in his throat, nodded slightly to the person behind him to show his gratitude, and then raised his head with an unyielding attitude to look at Tuoba Jie in front of him, whose expression was complicated. His pale lips moved, and his voice was hoarse as sand: "Tuoba Jie, don't be smug. I haven't lost yet. The contest can continue."
A hint of pity flickered in his bloodshot eyes, but it was quickly replaced by boundless rage.
What a despicable and reckless woman! Does she only feel happy when she provokes him?
He clenched his fist, about to yell at her, but a surprised voice stopped him in his throat.
"Liu Rongyue! How could it be you!" He quickly turned Rongyue over and saw the face that often haunted his midnight dreams. For a moment, he was so surprised that he didn't know how to react.
It was only then that Tuoba Jie noticed the man behind Rongyue.
Chu Xuyao?! What's he doing here?!
His bloodshot eyes narrowed coldly, moving down his strong and powerful arm to Rongyue's tightly restrained waist. His already bloodshot eyes turned even redder, looking bewitching and eerie.
Good heavens, is meeting Chu Xuyao at this time a turning point or the beginning of another trouble? She remained unresponsive as Chu Xuyao's scrutinizing gaze moved back and forth across her face, her mind in turmoil, unsure of how much he had actually discovered.
The initial shock turned into doubt, then suspicion, then disbelief, and finally, ecstatic joy.
Excitedly, he lifted Rongyue's delicate and lustrous chin, eagerly gazing into the deep, still lake, his voice urgent and low: "Tell me, who are you?"
Is that you? Is that you, Yue? You're back, aren't you? Is that you?
That eager, expectant look made Rongyue's heart leap.
Before she had even escaped the wolf's den, had the tiger's den already opened up to her?
Why is God so cruel to her, when we're all human?
A surge of pent-up frustration welled up inside him, a heavy, oppressive feeling that threatened to burst his chest. Thinking about his current predicament, he felt increasingly anxious, agitated, and resentful. This rage, combined with the force of his earlier palm strike, finally caused him to lose control, and a metallic taste escaped his lips.
"Yue!" Startled, Chu Xuyao grabbed Rongyue's slender wrist, intending to channel his inner energy into her, but Rongyue brushed him away with her hand, coldly refusing.
"If you want to help me, help me defeat him." A fight between two tigers might be a turning point for her.
He gently wiped away the blood from the corner of Rongyue's lips, gazing intently at her, his eagle eyes seeming to see into the depths of her abyss.
"Don't worry, even if you didn't say anything, I would still deal with this evil spirit. Anyone who dares to hurt my woman should be prepared to face the wrath of Chu Xuyao!"
Whoosh! The Snow Willow Sword was drawn, the world lost its color, like a whirlwind, like a torrential rain, unstoppable by any force, illuminating that crimson dot...
His woman? His eyes turned bloodshot, and a surge of boundless rage erupted from the depths of his heart, transforming into a terrifying palm strike that swept out with a roar...
If we don't escape now, when will we?
She ran quickly towards Dongfang Yao, who was hiding in the distance, grabbed him without saying a word, and rushed frantically towards the crowd...
"Ye Fan!" Her almond-shaped eyes widened, burning with fury!
The guilt in his heart was forcibly suppressed beneath a cold expression.
The force increased slightly, and with a muffled groan, blood stained Dongfang Yao's front of his shirt. The stark contrast between white and red was particularly shocking.
"General, believe it or not, if you dare to take another step forward, Dongfang Yao will be killed on the spot!"
Dongfang Yao's painful groan startled Rong Yue, who cried out in alarm, "Put down your sword! I won't leave!"
With a whoosh, he drew his sword. The tearing pain caused Dongfang Yao to stagger back several steps, his beautiful face now deathly pale.
"Brother Yao!" she cried out, rushing forward to support him. Looking at the wound that was bleeding profusely, her heart trembled violently.
A look of confusion crossed her eyes as she was startled and her heart raced at the sound of "Brother Yao."
Staring blankly at Rongyue, who was frantically trying to stop his bleeding, fragmented memories inexplicably surfaced in his mind...
While Rongyue was distracted applying medicine to Dongfang Yao, Ye Fan's eyes flashed, and he quickly pressed her acupoints.