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Mei Ji frowned and coldly rebuked him, "What are you looking at?! Do you think I wouldn't dare take your life?!"

As if to prove that she really dared!

Mei Ji swung her arm, and with a whoosh, the sharp blade sliced smoothly across Hua Chen's chest. The sword tore through his crimson robes, leaving a long gash in his chest, from which blood spread...

Hua Chen, however, did not fall to the ground!

Mei Ji raised the corners of her lips, a cold smile blooming on her beautiful face. "You're just a prisoner, yet you dare to covet my beauty. My heart has always belonged only to Sect Leader Ye. If you dare to look at me again, I'll gouge out your eyes, do you hear me?!"

Meiji raised her longsword again.

The cold tip of the sword was pointed at Hua Chen's brow. His disheveled hair obscured his face. He stared blankly at Mei Ji before him, his breathing growing shallower and shallower...

That tearing pain was deeply etched into his body.

Facing the sneer of Mei Ji.

Suddenly, a tear rolled silently down his cheek. His lips trembled weakly, and finally, he choked out a word that stuck in his throat.

"How...how could you be like this?"

Meiji, who was holding swords with both hands, was taken aback.

A look of confusion flashed across her eyes. She seemed to hear the person in front of her speaking, but she couldn't make out what he was saying.

"Why...why did this happen..." he said painfully, tears streaming down his face.

"What?! Why?!" Mei Ji's heart suddenly surged with agitation. The tip of her sword was already pressed against his brow, and crimson blood bloomed from his brow like a bewitching red thorn flower...

She showed no mercy; in her eyes, Hua Chen's life was no different from that of an ant!

"So...you didn't know..."

Hua Chen's pained and desperate gaze, through the disheveled hair obscuring his face, was fixed on Mei Ji's cold, smiling face. His voice suddenly trembled with bitterness. "There was someone who was always bullied and insulted. I promised her that I would rise to the rank of Grand General, so she could be a dignified and glorious Grand General's wife... and never again be... bullied..."

He spoke softly, word by word.

Like a thunderclap—!

Mei Ji's body suddenly shuddered violently. Her eyes widened in shock as she stared blankly at Hua Chen's face, obscured by disheveled hair and blood. ...

...

There was a woman who was always bullied and insulted. I once promised her that I would rise to the rank of Grand General and make her a glamorous Grand General's wife... so that she would never be bullied again in her life...

...

...

His blood flowed down the cold blade in her hand...

Looking at the battered and bruised Hua Chen before her, Mei Ji's hands trembled, the light in her eyes flickered, and her whole body shook violently... Suddenly...

She seemed to have sensed something.

Mei Ji suddenly turned her head and immediately saw Murong Yin, who was unconscious and crippled beside the low table. Her eyes widened in disbelief, and she staggered back several steps, tears instantly flooding her beautiful face.

A cold arm embraced her trembling body.

Ye Chuhan's voice rang slowly and beautifully in her ear, "What's wrong? My beloved concubine, didn't you want to prove your loyalty to me? Why don't you kill him with a single sword strike?"

Clang—

The longsword in Mei Ji's hand fell to the ground. She stared blankly ahead at Hua Chen, who was covered in blood, tears streaming down her face. "Mei Ji... Mei Ji is afraid of killing..."

Covered in blood, Hua Chen suddenly widened his eyes and shouted, "Ye Chuhan, don't touch her..."

but--

His furious shout was abruptly cut off in his throat.

Because the instant he shouted, Lianhua rushed forward and swiftly struck several acupoints on Hua Chen's body with her fingers, silencing the words he was about to utter.

Hua Chen fainted on the ground.

Lotus turned expressionlessly to the Tianshan Snow Sect disciples outside the prison, her voice as cold as ice, "Take him away and lock him up with the rest of the Murong family."

He held the trembling Meiji in his arms.

Ye Chuhan stared intently at Lianhua's calm and composed face, but his narrow pupils slowly narrowed, and the light that burst forth was like a sharp sword.

******* ******

The moonlight covered the ground, like frost and snow.

When Zhan Yu, the head of the Xuan Hall, returned to his residence that day, it was already late at night.

He was stunned when he pushed open the door. In the moonlit room, there was a slender figure standing silently before the table, dressed in white, radiantly bathed in the silvery moonlight streaming through the window.

It was a lotus flower.

Zhan Yu lowered his eyes, walked into the room without a word, and slowly placed the Qingming Sword on the table. "You were looking for me?"

The light inside the house was dim, and he couldn't see the expression on her face. Her voice came through, slightly trembling, yet filled with some deep-seated pain.

"You are the one guarding this dungeon. Take me there right now!"

Zhan Yu removed the black wrist guard and placed it beside the Azure Nether Sword, calmly and indifferently replying, "No!"