"Ah—" Soone let out a low cry, and as the cold light flashed, when the sword fell, a swipe of blood red imdiately stained the eyes of everyone present.
"Clang clang—" The next mont, Zheng Tianxin had already thrown the sword in her hand, "Since it’s a matter of saving a life, I’ll give it to you, though it’s but a useless piece of trash."
Zheng Tianxin dropped a line and turned to leave, the guards following her coming quickly and departing even faster.
Luh Xingze was the first to rush over and help up Qu Xiang from the ground, only to see a deep gash across half of the man’s face, bone-deep, a face thus ruined.
Luh Xingze felt an indescribable pity, but couldn’t articulate what exactly he pitied.
Zheng Nianru glanced at the person on the ground, her eyes full of blood; she disliked the sight of blood. Prince Duan had already pulled Zheng Nianru back a step.
Wen Zan felt sympathy, but at the sa ti, didn’t know what to say.
"Prince, after all, it is a human life, please allow the physician to treat Ziyin," Lin Haosi stepped forward, sowhat urgently speaking.
He had been present that day, and had exchanged a few words with Ziyin; not close friends, but acquaintances nonetheless.
"Ziyin?" Prince Duan shook his head. Forget it, forget it, he waved his hand, if he could be saved, then save him, if not, let it be, if he lives, just throw him in that manor, it’s better off far away.
"Nian Xia, aren’t you going to help your Commandery Princess back?" Still dazed, afraid there aren’t enough n to see her? It’s no use standing here; better to send her quickly back to the palace and make plans from there.
Zheng Nianru had long wanted to leave, to avoid Zheng Boding asking her opinion again; she really had no opinion at all, could she discern the good and bad of a person with just one glance?
The carriage had already been waiting outside the Prince’s Mansion.
...
Lin Haosi was imdiately delighted and approached Luh Xingze’s side.
"Brother Ziyin, don’t be afraid, it’s just a flesh wound, the Prince has already sent a physician to treat you."
Mu Qingfeng and Shen Houmu only then stepped forward. Mu Qingfeng saw that silhouette leaving directly without even looking at them, an indifferent expression...
Was this a sign of disregard?
Mu Qingfeng didn’t understand why such a thought had crossed his mind.
"Brother Ziyin, it’s only a flesh wound, not too serious. A man’s face is not that important," said Luh Xingze, seeing Qu Xiang still kneeling on the ground, bewildered whether from shock or despair.
Prince Duan wanted to leave, yet didn’t want to go. These n were his careful selections; even if such a mishap occurred, it was ultimately Wen Zan’s blunder that shouldn’t affect their impression of Nian Ru.
Prince Duan thought for a mont but didn’t speak; he suddenly rembered he had forgotten to ask for Nian Ru’s opinion. Hmm, he would ask Nian Ru’s opinion first before making a decision.
No, he should first probe their intentions; he had to explain how Nian Ru ended up saving Qu Xiang, it was just a mont of compassion, unaware of Qu Xiang’s true identity.
Right, he must clarify, so they wouldn’t harbor any ill thoughts toward Nian Ru.
Oh, right, Nian Ru had also saved many people, whole families of refugees...
"Second Young Master Wen, considering the connection between Brother Ziyin and ourselves, perhaps I could take..."
Prince Duan imdiately looked at Lin Haosi on the ground, wait, what connection.
"You know him too?" Prince Duan pointed at Qu Xiang, how did they know each other? No need to guess, Prince Duan already knew it – what on earth was Wen Zan doing, bringing people over there; he wasn’t aware.
Prince Duan imdiately cast a suspicious look at Lin Haosi and Luh Xingze, then over to Mu Qingfeng and Shen Houmu.
"You all know him?" aning, all of you went there to drink and carouse? Wen Zan’s place, apart from n, there were won, no differentiation, a complete ss.
"Prince, with all due respect, Brother Ziyin has faced a cruel fate. We feel grief and wrath in our hearts but hate our own inability to stop any of this," Lin Haosi imdiately said.
Luh Xingze had a resolute look in his eyes. Although he didn’t speak out loud, his mind was already made up.
"Brother Lin, be careful what you say," Shen Houmu imdiately intervened, his voice a warning. He had heard so things about the Eldest Princess—ridiculous rumors and tales of her nurous wicked deeds.
Wen Zan instantly rolled his eyes at Lin Haosi. Idiot—the Eldest Princess was still Prince Duan’s niece. No matter how unacceptable she might be, she shared an unbreakable blood relation with the Royal Family.
Why is the Commandery Princess here today?
Why did she suddenly appear here?
Wen Zan imdiately thought of another matter and looked toward Prince Duan. Was it really the Commandery Princess who had co to claim soone?
Prince Duan suddenly felt an urge to curse. Going out to drink and be rry? He knew all his ticulous arrangents had turned out to be pointless.
"The person stays. After all, this incident happened in my Prince Duan’s Mansion. The rest of you should head back first," Zheng Boding said, losing any interest in continuing the conversation. What more was there to talk about? This was all Wen Zan’s fault—a single rat’s dropping had spoiled the whole pot of porridge.
Lin Haosi still wanted to speak, but seeing Prince Duan’s displeased expression, Wen Zan promptly pulled Lin Haosi aside.
"The person is left in Prince Duan’s care, where could there be a safer place? Brother Lin, Brother Luh, it’s getting late. We should take our leave." The al was definitely off the table now.
But why had Prince Duan suddenly started to rush them out?
Why is the Commandery Princess suddenly here?
Mu Qingfeng and Shen Houmu didn’t wait for Wen Zan to hurry them; they silently signaled to Luh Xingze and Lin Haosi that it was ti to leave. Housekeeper He had also sent soone to treat Qu Xiang.
Yet Qu Xiang had remained dazed and ashen-faced from the beginning, unconcerned about her ruined features, indifferent to whether the wounds on her face hurt or not, like a discarded rag doll.
...
When Zheng Congyuan stepped off the carriage, his face was covered in dust. It had taken him three days to return from the round trip to Qiandao Temple.
Just as he got off the carriage, Qi Zhu was already anxiously waiting by the side. He quickly leaned into Zheng Congyuan’s ear and whispered sothing.
Zheng Congyuan imdiately turned to look at Qi Zhu.
Why did Prince Duan ask the Commandery Princess to co back?
Qi Zhu looked troubled but eventually relayed the information about Prince Duan’s invitation to a few mbers from Youchun Workshop to secretly evaluate the Commandery Princess.
Zheng Congyuan’s expression turned instantly severe, and he stepped onto the carriage.
"Head to Prince Duan’s Mansion." Qi Zhu didn’t dare to object and quickly followed onto the carriage, while the coachman Qi Jin was startled but did not ask questions, imdiately cracking his whip.
"Go!" But their Highness had just rushed back from Qiandao Temple without a mont’s rest.
Zheng Congyuan sat in the carriage, clenching and unclenching his hands repeatedly, trying his best to control the anger boiling in his chest.
Why would she agree to be evaluated? She had clearly shown she didn’t care at all.
Was this Prince Duan’s intention? Even if Prince Duan wanted this, if she was unwilling, wouldn’t she refuse?
The next mont, Zheng Congyuan sneered coldly. Yes, it might not be Prince Duan’s idea at all. She could beg for his presence in order to survive in the palace; why wouldn’t she agree to such a marriage proposal to leave the palace?
Zheng Congyuan had thought everything was insignificant. He, too, could gradually control his long, unwarranted thoughts and perhaps stop them in ti.
But the thought of those n being able to openly view Nian Ru, covet her, and try to impress in front of Prince Duan, like monkeys vying for favor...
The thought of them seeing Zheng Nianru was like soone stealing the treasure he’d so carefully guarded. It was even more painful than soone gouging out his heart.
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