Princess Xiangsi - Chapter 64
"……Princess……"
Feng Xue's pupils suddenly contracted, and a glint of light flashed in her eyes, illuminating her entire face.
"In blue!"
Feng Xue turned around, her long hair swaying gently in the air.
A glaring, winding line of blood stretched from a large rock not far away all the way to Feng Xue's front. Qingyi was lying on the ground, her hair disheveled, her thin face marked with countless handprints, her clothes stained with blood, and her hands also covered in wounds.
It's not hard to see that it was Qingyi who escaped from behind that big rock.
Feng Xue bit her lip hard, looking at the man in green covered in wounds, a ruthless glint flashing in her eyes.
“...Princess...Qingyi…” Qingyi tried hard to open her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but after saying a few words, she closed it weakly.
She quickly helped Qingyi up and wiped the blood from her face with her sleeve. "Qingyi, don't speak. I know, I know everything."
Feng Xue's hands trembled slightly.
The wind on White Bone Cliff is strong, like a whip lashing at everyone on the cliff.
Feng Xue's hair was blown about in a mess by the wind, some of it even obscuring her eyes. She casually tossed her hair back with her hand, her blood-stained sleeve wiping her face.
Feng Xue ignored him. At this moment, she was extremely anxious. She wished she had learned medicine from Li Ge instead of martial arts. She even forgot that her disguised face could not be stained with blood, otherwise it would be ruined within an hour...
“Princess… Qingyi wants to… cough cough…” Perhaps because the wind was too strong, Qingyi’s voice sounded unusually weak. Suddenly, she coughed violently, and a mouthful of blood spurted from her mouth, hitting Fengxue’s cheek.
The large amount of blood accelerated the melting of the scars on her face, and even began to make a hissing sound. At this moment, Feng Xue only had eyes for the scarred Qingyi. The faint pain on her face was covered by the pain in her heart and the hatred in her heart.
Volume 1: The Truth About the Folk Woman Named Qingyun (Part 2)
"Princess...Princess..." A weak voice tinged with surprise, and Qingyi's eyes slowly widened. Her pupils reflected a blood-soaked face, and deep scars on that face were slowly peeling away with drops of blood, revealing shockingly white skin behind the red.
But before Qingyi could say anything, a piercing pain shot through her body from her heart, and she spat out another mouthful of blood, which struck Fengxue on the other side of her face once more.
“…Princess…Qingyi…I’m afraid…I’m afraid I won’t be able to serve you until the end…Qing…Qingyi…”
The intermittent words startled Feng Xue.
Qingyi had been by her side since childhood. To her, Qingyi was not a maid, but a childhood sweetheart with whom she could confide.
"Qingyi, don't speak." Feng Xue put one arm around Qingyi's waist and used the other hand to channel her inner energy into her back. "You'll be alright. I'll take you to Juechen Valley. Li Ge will definitely save you!"
"Cough...cough cough..." Feng Xue's internal energy had a significant effect, and Qingyi didn't cough up blood this time. The hand that was on Qingyi's back was gradually lowered.
Suddenly, the sounds of rolling wheels, galloping hooves, clashing swords and spears, and the whistling wind on White Bone Cliff blended into a chilling symphony.
The clouds obscured the sun, and the sky was filled with yellow sand and a hazy twilight... all of this seemed to foreshadow an earth-shattering battle that would take place on White Bone Cliff!
Feng Xue's eyelashes trembled slightly as she wiped the blood from her face with the clean end of her sleeve. She supported herself with one hand on her blue dress, placed the other behind her back, tilted her head slightly, and fixed her indifferent gaze on a spot not far away.
Shuangdie stood in front of the carriage, one hand on her protruding belly, the other supporting her waist. Behind her was a group of guards armed with swords and spears.
It's very windy.
Feng Xue's face was obscured by her disheveled hair. The woman in green, who was nestled against Feng Xue, also realized the seriousness of the situation. She lowered her head, enduring the pain, and remained silent.
Shuangdie walked up to Fengxue.
At that moment, the wind miraculously stopped, the clouds left the sun, and the strands of hair that had been covering Feng Xue's face fell to the side.
Sunlight shone on Feng Xue's face.
The scar completely fell off, revealing fair skin underneath—a white that hadn't seen the sun for a long time, yet it was astonishingly white, noblely white, and breathtakingly white.
Shuangdie stared wide-eyed in disbelief, unable to utter a single word.
At that moment, Feng Xue suddenly remembered that Qingyi's blood had sprayed onto her face in large quantities. A ripple passed through her eyes. The next moment, she tore off the already tattered skin.
Sunlight danced on her face.
A face without makeup.
Her lips were red without lipstick, and her eyebrows were green without makeup. Her face seemed to gather the essence of the sun and moon in the world. When her face was presented to all things, everything immediately lost its luster, as if they were willing to be green leaves, silently decorating behind her.
It was a face that could not be described with beautiful words.
Everyone present was awestruck by Feng Xue; her innate nobility commanded their respect, and all the guards spontaneously knelt down, shouting, "Your Highness—"
The moment Feng Xue tore off her mask, Shuang Die was completely suffocated! She had never dared to imagine that there could be such a beautiful person in the world. That kind of beauty shocked her, left her speechless, made her tremble, and made her insanely jealous!
Volume 1: The Truth About the Folk Woman Named Qingyun (Part 3)
After a long silence, Shuangdie managed to utter a single word through her tightly pursed lips: "You—"
She looked at Shuangdie, her eyes calm and indifferent. She knew that indifference was the best armor when facing an enemy, no matter how much she hated that enemy.
"My disfigurement has long been healed, but I just don't want anyone to know." Feng Xue raised her eyebrows, her lips curving slightly, her every smile radiant.
Shuangdie's mind exploded!
Long-buried jealousy and resentment erupted from the depths of her heart, filling her silver eyes with boundless hatred. Her beautiful face instantly contorted into a ferocious expression.