However, when she was truly beside Chen Yi, Miss Lin did not get what she wanted. Yin Weiyin guessed that in Lin Wanxiao's thoughts, she rely wished for Chen Yi to treasure her dearly. Yet she used etiquette to decline repeatedly, giving cold and indifferent responses. Only rarely did she reluctantly entrust him with her heart, but this night's entrustnt would be retracted the next day, distancing him even more than before.
How laughable?
The joke was not that Lin Wanxiao had such thoughts, but rather that Chen Yi indeed had so lingering affection and sentint for her, but it never reached that extent. He wanted to possess her, and that's all there was to it.
All that hope and yearning ended up being Lin Wanxiao's own wishful thinking deep inside her heart.
Yin Weiyin sighed lightly,
Chen Yi's feelings toward this Lin family young lady who was no longer a widow were faint. How could she not know?
And what she wanted was precisely that faint emotion; only then would this young lady rely on her, the First Lady. Now, going to the Southern Border, to connect with that Prince for the girl, with everyone's support, Chen Yi would have to honor her as the First Lady, study Taoist skills, and properly be a humble Golden Boy.
The night breeze was gentle yet slightly sticky, approaching the Southern Border, as if even the wind carried miasma.
Chen Yi walked on the spacious mountain path clearing, his mood gradually calming down. Although it was a dream, it also made him sowhat cautious.
Princess Consort Zhuo's enchanting beauty was captivating, and those repeated comforting words seed still to echo in his ears, penetrating his heart unknowingly and softening his feelings toward Qin Qingluo.
However, until the day they parted, their enmity was still deep as the sea.
Expecting the two to reunite with a story like estranged couples shedding past grievances and renewed harmony was rely wishful thinking.
Without realizing it, he passed through the woods and arrived at the cliff's edge. Chen Yi slowly exhaled and looked down, underfoot was a bottomless abyss.
He shook his head, took out a silver hairpin from his bosom, which had been tied to an arrow when Qin Qingluo shot while riding, and still remained in his hand.
Chen Yi stared blankly, lost in thought,
"Chen Yi."
He heard soone call him and turned his head slowly.
Donggong Ruoshu erged from sowhere and made a funny face at him.
His dull, complicated mood was suddenly disturbed, and Chen Yi took a deep breath and said: "Donggong Ruoshu!"
"I'm here." Miss Donggong shook her head and said.
"You...forget it." If Donggong Ruoshu were still in the flesh, Chen Yi would have so way to cure her, but as she was currently a spirit, it left him at a loss. He said irritably: "Hurry back, what are you doing wandering around late at night?"
Donggong Ruoshu said: "Scaring people."
"...just hurry back."
"Alright then."
Donggong Ruoshu turned and headed back.
As Chen Yi lowered his eyes and returned to his thoughts, he suddenly heard faint sounds.
There were footsteps.
No matter how far away they ca from, a martial artist whose skill had reached a certain level could hear the sound of footsteps on the mountain path without bowing to the ground. It was a large group of footsteps mixed with sharp hoofbeats.
There were soldiers pursuing, but far more agile than ordinary soldiers.
Chen Yi suddenly opened his eyes.
...…
The refugees rested on the ground around ten zhang away from the carriage. They were accustod to outdoor living, fell asleep quickly, but also woke up quickly.
With the noisy calls of "Soldiers are coming," it was like thunder exploding in the refugee crowd. They scrambled and fluttered like a flock of startled chickens.
Even though they knew the situation in ti and reacted extrely swiftly, how could human strength outpace horses, how could they outrun the elite Forbidden Army?
Within rely half an hour, the refugee convoy was blocked by a team of cavalry from the front, while the sounds of footsteps grew closer from the rear.
Looking back, torchlight continued without end in the night, the friction of armor and weapons rang out, imposing like a mighty dragon marching through the plains.
Each sound struck the hearts with tremors.
Stopping the carriage, Chen Yi's face couldn't be seen under the hat. Even just a squad of cavalry ahead was enough for him, despite the drastic fall in his skills, to abandon the refugees and charge out of the encirclent.
However, the image of a woman holding a baby flashed through his mind, and Chen Yi's hand gripping the reins fell silently.
He inexplicably thought of his daughter whom he'd never t.
He was a father now.
The soldiers of the Forbidden Army surrounded the clearing and showed no signs of action. They obeyed orders, remaining inactive, only layered their circles of n, the panicked refugees could only move toward the carriage.
Within the forest of armor ahead, a tall horse erged from the torches, carrying a General clad in dark red blood armor.
"Is it this group?" Yang Chongwei asked.
Seeing the man wearing the hat, Hao Mao nodded with a pale face, "Yes."
That person used just a stone to precisely crush his battle horse, the horror lay not only in the sudden visual impact, but in the sensation of his horse's internal organs being shredded through the saddle and flesh.
Martial artists practiced martial arts, but soldiers learned martial arts too. And compared to the varying skills of Jianghu martial artists, military techniques were clearly defined in strength and were highly adaptable, creating extraordinary vision.
From that strike, Hao Mao already knew that this person could kill him as easily as reaching into a bag.
Sensing the sentry officer's trembling, Yang Chongwei disdainfully pushed him aside, staring at the man under the hat in the carriage as if looking at a fish caught in a net, silently observing his aura...
It's true, only an expert from the Annan Royal Mansion could exert such restrained energy.
This ti, they've caught a big fish.
Yang Chongwei raised his hand, speaking with a heavy voice: "Capture him."
At the sound of those two words, the man quickly lifted his head.
For Yang Chongwei, who had long road amidst bloodshed, a cold shiver ran down his spine when suddenly faced with the man, a biting cold instantly stung, akin to the gaze of a bloodthirsty tiger in the woods.
The biting cold vanished in an instant. Yang Chongwei pressed down on his face armor, his thick brows furrowing tightly. Monts later, he laughed loudly and boldly,
"Soldiers, this is indeed a big catch!"
With the words spoken, weapons rose swiftly and the murderous air from the friction of armor began to spread.
The encirclent grew tighter and the refugees withdrew in panic.
Chen Yi's face showed little expression, he had no intention of making a move because he heard sothing unusual again.
As the sound drew closer, a high-pitched horn suddenly pierced the night, causing the refugees to tremble and even the Forbidden Army to flinch.
Yang Chongwei quickly turned his face.
As the horn continued, over a dozen fully-armored riders erged from the mountain pass, silently urging their horses forward, long spears between their arms gleaming coldly.
Judging by their attire, they were neither soldiers nor Forbidden Army.
The roar of horse hooves shook the mountains; each horse was a crossbreed of Yunnan Horses and Da Wan Horses, exceptionally tall, with the ability to run through forests like Yunnan Horses.
These were the elite cavalry of the Qin Family—the Iron Scale Army.
Yang Chongwei's expression changed drastically. No matter how formidable the expert was, openly, they were only a squad of refugees. How did these Iron Scale Army, ultimately, get their news so quickly? Could this person have secretly transmitted it—how could they receive it so promptly?
Hao Mao maintained his fearful expression.
Chen Yi raised an eyebrow slightly; with the sudden change in situation, it seems he doesn't have to fight after all.
Despite being only a dozen, this squad of Iron Scale Army seemingly descended from heaven with the posture to encircle the Forbidden Army.
The leading rider ca forth, a tall man, his face concealed by armor yet his form revealing the heroic lineage of the Qin Family.
Yang Chongwei gripped his steed and shouted: "Identify yourself!"
The rider looked down and did not respond, instead, he scanned the crowd and declared loudly:
"To the newcor Brother Yang, I hope you're doing well.
No matter how fiercely the new official burns his fire, it shouldn't scorch the Qin Family."
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