In the elegant room, Wan'er, dressed in white, sat at the table, her slender hand gently touching her forehead. "Now it's all over. Everyone in the Hundred Flowers Manor knows. I can't deny it even if I want to."
The ethereal man, who had been sitting on the edge of the bed, barely clothed, was gazing affectionately at the woman at the table, who was rubbing her forehead in helplessness. Upon hearing her words, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he pulled Wan'er into his arms, saying, "You will never leave me."
Wan'er's smile deepened. "Silly boy, how could Wan'er leave her husband?" Jin Fan's handsome face flushed red. "You, you're teasing me." Wan'er chuckled. "Go quickly to bathe and change, so we can have a meal." Jin Fan smiled gently. "Yes, my lady."
After Jin Fan left, Wan'er's gentle demeanor vanished, replaced by a cold glint in her pink lips. "Zi Yi, come out." A purple figure flashed by, dressed in purple robes, his cold face respectfully saying, "Master, a grand martial arts conference is being held soon, gathering all martial artists to vie for the position of Martial Arts Alliance Leader. It is said that whoever becomes Alliance Leader will receive a treasure, a priceless gem." Wan'er's cold lips curled into a smile. "The position of Alliance Leader? I don't care for it, but I am very curious about that treasure." Zi Yi smiled faintly. "When will you depart, Master?" Wan'er glanced indifferently behind the screen and said calmly, "Tomorrow." Zi Yi understood. "This subordinate takes his leave," and vanished in a flash.
Wan'er smiled faintly and shook her head. "Eavesdropping behind someone's back isn't good, Jin Fan." Jin Fan quietly stepped out from behind the screen. "You sent me away because you were going to..."
"Attending the martial arts tournament?" Wan'er looked at his aggrieved handsome face, feeling both annoyed and amused. "You, there's no need for us to hide anything from each other. If I wanted to get rid of you, why would I let you stay behind the screen?" Jin Fan glared at Wan'er and reached out to pull her into his arms.
Suddenly, a bright white, clever little dove flew over, cooing loudly. Wan'er, puzzled, stepped forward and took the letter from the dove's leg, slowly unfolding it. "Jin Fan,"
"You have a master? I find that strange. Even your master couldn't save someone, how could you?" Jin Fan walked forward speechlessly and took the letter: "Fan'er, return quickly! Your master has done everything in his power, but I was unable to save him." Jin Fan closed the letter, smiled gently, and hugged Wan'er. "Naturally, without your master, there would be no divine physician like you today." Wan'er nodded as if she understood. "So, one wave is stronger than the next, haha."
Jin Fan affectionately tapped Wan'er's little nose. "You...it seems I can't accompany you to the martial arts tournament." Wan'er sighed softly. "It's alright, let go."
"Go do it, I'll wait for you to come back." Jin Fan gently kissed Wan'er's pink lips. "Okay."
Inside the vast palace, Nan Sanglin, clad in a dragon robe, exuded a chilling aura and unparalleled majesty. "The Martial Arts Tournament? I suppose you were there too. Just as you said, we will meet again."
(Dear friends, I'm sorry, I had something to do today and uploaded this as soon as I got home. Please forgive me.)
Chapter Twenty: Encounter
Chapter Twenty Encounter "Wan'er, you must be careful on this journey, you know?" Wan'er looked at Jin Fan standing in front of her with a smile, who was full of worry and kept nagging. Wan'er raised her eyebrows and teased, "Our Jin Fan is almost turning into a nagging little complainer."
Upon hearing this, Jin Fan's handsome face flushed crimson, and he angrily retorted, "You, who, who's yours? I haven't even acknowledged it yet!" Wan'er domineeringly hugged Jin Fan, saying shamelessly, "You're mine now, don't even think about going back on your word. You belong to me, Binghai Wan'er, in life and in death. You have to admit it, whether you like it or not." Jin Fan felt a warmth in his heart. Yes, he loved her; how could he not acknowledge it? Just as she said, I am hers in life and in death, forever inseparable.
As Wan'er stepped onto the carriage, Zi Yi called out "Giddy up!" Wan'er peeked out from inside, gazing affectionately at Jin Fan. "I'll wait for you to come back, and you have to wait for me to come back too." Jin Fan smiled gently. "We made a promise." He watched the carriage drive away until it disappeared from sight before turning around to return to the valley to help his master.
The martial arts tournament was being held at the Martial Arts Manor, which was a long and arduous journey. Wan'er was quite unconcerned about the bumpy ride. She gently stroked Xiao Xue's head, while Xiao Xue lay obediently beside her, its pretty little head resting on her lap, enjoying the comfort Wan'er provided. Occasionally, it would let out a soft whimper to indicate its comfort.
Suddenly the carriage stopped abruptly. The man in purple shouted angrily, "Who dares to block my master's way?" After a long pause, he weakly said, "Excuse me, excuse me, could you please give me a ride?"
Upon hearing the voice, Wan'er trembled, stood up abruptly, lifted the carriage curtain, leaped out, and embraced the body of the woman with the jade pendant. "Royal brother!" Binghai Yixuan was stunned, then overjoyed, "Wan'er, Wan'er, you're still alive! That's wonderful, that's wonderful!"
Wan'er looked at Ziyi and said, "Ziyi, quickly, carry him onto the carriage." Ziyi was taken aback for a moment, then carried Binghai Yixuan onto the carriage. With a flick of the whip, she shouted "Giddy up!" and the horse neighed and galloped off.
"Brother, that's wonderful! You're not dead. Are Mother and Father alright too?" Wan'er asked eagerly after tending to Binghai Yixuan's wounds, her eyes full of anticipation. A look of helplessness flashed in Binghai Yixuan's eyes, followed by a sorrowful self-reproach, "Father and Empress Mother, they... alas, I was only spared death because General Ruoxiao risked his life to send me out of Binghai Kingdom."
Wan'er felt a pang of disappointment and heartache, but she tried her best to hold back the tears that were about to spill. However, the tears still fell uncontrollably. Xiao Xue, who was standing beside her, gently rubbed her snow-white head against Wan'er's face with tenderness.
Binghai Yixuan's eyes were bloodshot. "Minister Liu and General Lu of the Ziye Kingdom actually did such a despicable thing, disobeying Ziye Yuxun's orders and even bringing disaster to our country..." Wan'er took a deep breath, her voice chilling, and said sternly, "They will pay a heavy price for this."
Zi Ye Yixuan was dazzled by Wan'er's current appearance, his heart pounded, and his face flushed. What was wrong with him? Perhaps it was because of his injury.
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Chapter Twenty-One: He Didn't Have the Chance
Chapter Twenty-One: He Didn't Have the Chance. "Wan'er, you've suffered so much these years." Bing Haiyixuan, dressed in white, was exceptionally handsome, his eyes filled with heartache. Wan'er smiled faintly. "Brother, Wan'er is alright." Bing Haiyixuan nodded gently. Along the way, Wan'er had told him about her ordeal. Alas, what a misfortune for our family.
Then, looking at Wan'er with a puzzled expression, he asked, "Wan'er, where are you going?" Wan'er smiled slightly, stunning Binghai Yixuan, whose beautiful face instantly turned half red. Seeing this, Wan'er smiled even more broadly, then pretended to be nonchalant and said, "The martial arts tournament, the one who becomes the leader of the alliance will receive a treasure. I'm quite curious about that treasure."
Binghai Yixuan was taken aback. "It seems that everyone in the world has arrived. How could Wu Yan give up such a wonderful gift, especially since that old fellow has been the leader of the alliance for half his life, and he also has this treasure? There must be something fishy going on here." Wan'er smiled and gently stroked Xiaoxue's snow-white fur with her slender hand. "Just as you guessed, brother, there is indeed a lot of something fishy going on here."
Binghai Yixuan's face was pale and weak. He coughed twice and said, "Just as I thought." Wan'er's eyes were cold and sharp. "He didn't have the chance. Old man, you've lived too long."
In the vast room, a man dressed in red, with a bewitching appearance, looked haggard at the person kneeling before him. "The martial arts tournament, huh? Will Wan'er be there? How is that wretched woman now?" The guard respectfully replied, "Your Highness, Consort Liu, she... she's making a scene demanding to be the Crown Princess. She even told the Emperor that you've neglected her for a long time." Indeed, the bewitching man in red was none other than the Crown Prince of Ziye Kingdom, Ziye Yuxun.
A murderous glint flashed in Yu Xun's eyes. She clenched her fists tightly, making a chilling sound. "Tonight, I will grant her wish." With that, she got up and walked outside.
"The Crown Prince is here! The Crown Prince is here!" A maidservant rushed into the room, shouting excitedly. Liu Qinyao, who had been quite angry inside, beamed with joy upon hearing this. "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and help me get ready."
"The Crown Prince has arrived!" a sharp voice rang out, and Yu Xun, dressed in red and exuding a seductive charm, strode into the room. "Your Highness, I pay my respects." Liu Qin Yao, dressed up, hurriedly and obediently came over to bow, her every move seemingly intended to seduce Yu Xun.
Disgust and disdain flashed in Yu Xun's eyes, then he smiled and helped Liu Qin Yao up. "My concubine Liu is truly adorable. Father has already made you the Crown Princess." Upon hearing this, Liu Qin Yao feigned shyness, nestling weakly into Yu Xun's arms, her small hands roaming restlessly up and down. "What are you saying, Your Highness? No matter how adorable Yao'er is, she is still Your Highness's woman."
Yu Xun looked at the hypocritical woman in his arms with disgust. "What? Whose woman does my Crown Princess want to be? Hmm..." Liu Qinyao trembled and hurriedly knelt down, her whole body shaking. "Your Highness, please forgive me. I had no such intention. Your Highness, please forgive me."
Yu Xun gave a cold laugh, gently lifting Liu Qinyao's lowered face with her slender hand, and her icy voice rang out leisurely, "You think you're worthy to be my principal wife?"
Liu Qinyao trembled with terror as she stared at Yu Xun's emotionless handsome face. The pain in her chin was unbearable, and she stumbled out, "Your Highness." But in return, she received a merciless slap. Her face throbbed with pain, and her mouth quickly tasted bitter.
Liu Qinyao was startled. "Your Highness." Yu Xun looked at Liu Qinyao with disgust, her eyes icy cold. "You wretch, I won't even touch you." With that, she flicked her long sleeves and left.
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Chapter Twenty-Two: You Can't Escape
Chapter Twenty-Two: You Can't Escape A luxurious and unique carriage slowly approached, attracting much attention and curiosity about the person inside. The horse neighed and stopped in front of the inn. The handsome, aloof man driving the carriage had already captured the hearts of many young women in that short time. Dressed in purple, he exuded a cool and dashing aura. Although his face was icy, he still managed to win the hearts of many girls.
The man in purple respectfully said, "Master has arrived. This is the closest inn to the martial arts tournament." Everyone was stunned. Such an extraordinary and aloof man actually had a master. Everyone turned their attention to the carriage, wanting to see what kind of person the master of such a cold and aloof man was.
There was complete silence from inside the carriage. A very long time passed, so long that everyone was about to leave, when a faint, alluring voice uttered a soft "hmm."
Inside the carriage, Wan'er was about to get off when her hand was grabbed. In a daze, she found herself holding a piece of white sand. The culprit, however, had already gotten off the carriage.
When everyone saw a handsome man dressed in white, they were stunned again. Was today a day for gathering beauties? Was it? Was it? Obviously not. Then, a slender hand reached out from behind the carriage curtain. The hand was so beautiful that it sparked all sorts of fantasies. Everyone was extremely curious about the owner of that hand.
A jade-like hand lifted the carriage curtain, and everyone held their breath. Then, a dreamlike, ethereal beauty appeared before them. Though veiled, her otherworldly grace, serene yet captivating charm, and exquisite figure were enough to topple kingdoms and cities. Closely following behind was a rare white tiger, which walked proudly and arrogantly behind Wan'er.
Upon seeing this, everyone began to murmur, "Legend has it that the owner of Hundred Flowers Manor has a rare white tiger by his side. Could this fairy be the owner of Hundred Flowers Manor?" In the crowd, an ordinary-looking person had a glint of interest in his eyes and turned to leave.
A glint flashed in Wan'er's eyes as she looked at the man's back, a bloodthirsty smile appearing on her lips.
"Your subordinate greets your master." The person who spoke was extremely ordinary-looking; you wouldn't even notice him in a crowd. Wait, isn't that the man in the crowd?
Inside the spacious room, a comfortable couch lay on which a man in a blue robe reclined leisurely. He slowly picked up the fragrant tea beside him, took a leisurely sip, and then closed his eyes in enjoyment. His handsome, cold features were flawless, and his words chilled the heart: "Speak."
The ordinary man shuddered. "The master of Hundred Flowers Manor is actually a woman. She wears a veil, so I can't see her face, but she has two men with her, and there's also the legendary white tiger that's said to be by the master of Hundred Flowers Manor's side. There's no doubt that she is the master of Hundred Flowers Manor. They're staying at Laiyun Inn, and they might be attending the martial arts tournament."
The man on the soft couch gave a cold laugh and finally opened his eyes. "Get down." The ordinary-looking man let out a long sigh and vanished instantly. The handsome, aloof man on the soft couch chuckled. "Just as you said, we'll meet soon, my Wan'er. Don't even think about escaping." That's right, this handsome man is none other than Emperor Nan Sang Lin of our Nan Sang Kingdom.
(Oh dear, I've caught a cold! It's like the heavens are against me. So tragic! Do you guys like it? Do you like it? I really like Nan Sanglin, but I also really like Jin Fan. They're my two favorite male leads!)
Chapter Twenty-Three: Then Only Death Remains
Chapter Twenty-Three: Then Only Wan'er Dies. The appearance of Binghai Yixuan, Ziyi, and the other two was quite eye-catching. "Gentlemen, are you looking for a room?" The innkeeper greeted the three of them with a beaming smile, speaking ingratiatingly while occasionally glancing slyly at Wan'er.
Binghai Yixuan was inexplicably angry. "If we're not staying here, what are we doing here? Do you expect the owner to want us to smash up your place?" Upon hearing this, the owner shuddered. "No, no, no! Well, you three, what do you think?" Wan'er said with a faint smile, "Three superior rooms. We can have our meal downstairs." The owner immediately bowed and said, "Yes, yes, please wait a moment."
Wan'er and the other two found a seat by the window and poured themselves a cup of tea. Wan'er picked up the teacup with her slender hand and sighed softly, "What a pity, this tea is bland and tasteless." Then she looked at Ziyi and asked, "Do you understand?" Ziyi was taken aback, but respectfully replied, "Your subordinate will take care of it immediately." With that, she got up and left.
Binghai Yixuan looked bewildered. "Wan'er, what's going on?" Wan'er gently lifted her veil and slowly sipped her tea. "We've been targeted." Binghai Yixuan hurriedly looked around and solemnly said, "The master of Baihua Manor has appeared. He's bound to encounter misfortune. It seems we shouldn't stay here any longer."
Wan'er smiled faintly and gracefully set down her teacup. "It's inevitable that they will encounter misfortune, but it won't be me, it will be them. Those who oppose my Hundred Flowers Manor will only have one fate: death. Even the Emperor of Nan Sang Kingdom will suffer the same fate."
Binghai Yixuan was stunned. Could it be that the one targeting us is Emperor Nansang Lin of the Southern Sang Kingdom? How does Wan'er know? Binghai Yixuan looked at Wan'er questioningly. Wan'er's eyes were extremely calm, and then she smiled and said, "I guessed."
Just as Binghai Yixuan was about to say something more, a commotion erupted in the shop, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. A figure...
A woman in pink, sword in hand, looked down at everyone with disdain in her beautiful eyes before stopping at Wan'er. Her thin, pink lips curved into a haughty smile as she walked towards Wan'er.
At this moment, the people in the shop whispered among themselves. Man A said, "This woman is really beautiful." Man B said, "You don't know, do you? This beauty is the apple of Wu Yan's eye, the leader of the martial arts alliance." Man A suddenly realized, "The number one beauty in the martial arts world, I am fortunate to see her today. She is as beautiful as the rumors say."
Wan'er gracefully picked up the teacup, a smile playing on her cherry lips hidden beneath her veil. The most beautiful woman in the martial arts world? Nothing special. But she wouldn't be for long.
The beautiful forest gives people a sense of comfort. A white figure is running quickly, as if chasing something. A green figure is in front of the white figure, and they are chasing each other.
After running for a long time, the white figure stopped and calmly said, "Master, you asked your disciple to return quickly, not just to see if your disciple's martial arts have improved, right?" As soon as he finished speaking, an old man in a green robe walked out with a smile, "Hahaha, as expected of my disciple, the divine physician Jin Fan."
Jin Fan's handsome face, which resembled that of an immortal, softened slightly. "Master, have you cured that patient?" Upon hearing this, the old man's face, which had been laughing heartily, fell. "Alas, strange indeed, this illness is truly strange. No matter what we do, he cannot wake up." Jin Fan said solemnly, "Master, take me to see him." The old man nodded, and the two figures began chasing each other again.
(Ah, Xiaoice is out of words, lol.)