"Ugh... kill !"
Third Lady Shen bit down on her teeth, enduring the humiliation, and shouted coldly in anger.
As a mber of the Shen Family, she naturally wasn’t lacking in skill and ability, but what just happened was too abrupt and baffling.
An assassination attempt on the Princely Heir?
What does that have to do with her??
She had done nothing, yet was suddenly attacked by the Princely Heir’s trusted aides. To avoid escalating into sothing unresolvable, making it impossible to stay in Kun Country, she had to flee to a barbaric place like Lingnan Li Jiang. Third Lady carefully restrained herself, not daring to use any deadly Secret Sword moves.
She had planned to slip away, never expecting the people of the Demon Palace to be truly shaless. More than ten Nascent Soul Martial Cultivators from the Left Supervisory laid down a Heaven and Earth Net, surrounded her, and imprisoned her.
Truly, one wrong step led to a complete overturn.
Now, Third Lady Shen was really like fish on a chopping board, at the rcy of others.
The mourning clothes originally worn outside had long been torn away. With disheveled hair, she was left in only a silk undergarnt and a knee-covering gauze skirt, barely covering her body. Under the thin layer of silk, a faint hint of flesh color could be seen. Her blouse had been forcefully torn open by maids during a body search, breaking half of the strap of her undergarnt, exposing a corner of her embroidered bra. The soft flesh, full of elasticity, partly spilled out, making Third Lady feel ashad and furious enough to die.
But at this mont, her wrists and ankles were bound by thousand-year-old iron, suspended in mid-air, unable to move. Thankfully, despite capturing her, the Demon Palace people were still sowhat gentle, not willing to place a thousand-pound yoke on her, lock her scapula, or pierce her with Bone-piercing Nails. Her appearance saved her from being directly beaten into a bloody pulp.
Of course, to prevent any escape, resistance, or suicide, Third Lady was forcefully pried open, and a mouthful of water talisman was poured down her throat. Now she seed half-drunk, her cheeks flushed, relying solely on willpower to remain standing, although her entire body’s tightly stretched muscles had relaxed, leaving her unable to exert any strength, with drool hanging from her lips, dripping down her swan-like neck in sparkling strands.
The maid-in-waiting responsible for guarding her watched with jealousy at Third Lady’s figure and form, feeling envy, hatred, and admiration, which enraged her. The Princely Heir, outside the cell, was anxious, pressing against the bars to peek.
"Oh, oh hoh..."
The Princely Heir, Zhao Dang, stared wide-eyed, already restless, having undressed all his armor in urgency. Completely drenched in sweat, muscles tense, he sat uneasily, nostrils flaring, panting heavily, swallowing hard, struggling to control his urges to jump on her directly, barely maintaining a semblance of composure, babbling incoherently,
"Third, Third, Third Lady... you, you don’t have to be afraid... I, I know you are wronged... as, as long as you submit...
Oh no! Not at all! Rest assured, Lady! I, Zhao Dang, am a gentleman and would never force you!
I believe that, as long as you spend ti with , you will certainly be won over by my talent and magnanimity! Gradually understanding the inner beauty of this Princely Heir! Admiring my character! Willing to cultivate with ... Yes! I will go to inform my father, asking him to grant us marriage, cough cough cough! No no, I an asking him to clear your injustice!
These, these days... please be patient and stay here temporarily... I, I will protect you closely... guaranteeing that no one will dare touch a hair on your head... slurp..."
Being stared at by him and hearing him swallow water, Third Lady was truly nauseated, wanting nothing more than to spit in his face.
What kind of gentleman are you?! Who would believe your expression and actions! Ultimately, it was because this guy nodded behind all this that a group of people ca to capture her, wasn’t it! If it weren’t for the fact that the drug hasn’t fully taken effect! He would have jumped on her by now!
Third Lady Shen was also at her wit’s end, looking up and sighing longingly.
Although, back in the day, being married into the Marquis’ Luu Family wasn’t sothing she particularly desired, she was following the arrangents from the mountain.
But nonetheless, it was a General’s family for generations, full of both literary and martial prowess, with few better n in the world.
Moreover, Third Lady had the support of her maternal family, and these n were thinking of great enterprises, joined by marriage alliances, so she naturally wouldn’t suffer any grievances at the Marquis Mansion.
It’s just a pity that, ultimately, the grand plans fell through, not only did her husband et a mortal defeat, the entire Luu Family was executed, even her son-in-law couldn’t escape...
Now, even she had fallen into the hands of these Demon Palace swine; surely it’s a predestination.
Rather than let herself be humiliated, it would be better to end it, to reincarnate...
Just as Third Lady resolved herself to die, ready to sever her heart ridian decisively.
"Ah—!"
"Demon Sect! Demon Sect is here to annihilate us!"
"Close the gates! Close the gates!"
"Hold the line! Hold the line! Protect the Princely Heir first!"
The trusted aides guarding outside shouted loudly and rushed inside, it was unclear if they were hurrying to protect the Princely Heir or hoping for one last experience before death.
"Wh- what’s going on? Assassins? Why do they want to kill again? I haven’t done anything??"
The Princely Heir Zhao Dang was also left speechless.
It really called for reason.
Though Jindu was prosperous, how many Jindus were there in Kun Country?
Originally remote and weak in national power, and after the previous generation of clan was dealt with by the Three Constellations, who had just annihilated a family.
The Kun Country’s Zhao Family had just been newly promoted; among the Twelve Countries, they were among the most minor of existences.
So Zhao Dang was truly cautious, never doing anything particularly outrageous!
Look at him; he even negotiated to spend money to buy treasures! When insulted, he might just trade sharp words! Strongly snatching away a civilian girl, even that was done in a roundabout! With contests or admiration, among the Demon Palace’s princely heirs, he would be considered virtuous, wouldn’t he!
Seriously, had it not been for his long admiration of Third Lady Shen - the very woman who was his jade from books, his dream lover, childhood enlightennt! Why would he trouble himself with so many things! He could just ride into battle!
So, over such a trivial matter, is it worth coming to annihilate us!? The Demon Sect is too much!
"Wild winds and blades blow through the reed! A streak of sword light cuts the setting sun!"
"Clang!"
"Ahhh!" "My hand! My hand!" "Help !"
A slash of sword light swept over, instantly cutting three guards in half, splitting them at the chest!
This sword light was unlike any other, not only did it cut through the prison door, but even the armored soldiers blocking the door perished in one row.
The fine-forged armor was cut with not one stroke! Iron shattered, bones splintered! Sliced in two!
"Oh my God!"
Zhao Dang didn’t dare face it, fled with his head in his arms, and the concubines nearby also scread and scattered.
"Xiao Rong! Xiao Rong! How are you!"
"That voice... Wuyi... I’m here..."
"Kill!"
Third Lady Shen looked up and saw a flash of brightness before her, a series of sword lights whirling like dragonflies rushing in, a sudden flurry of sword vortex, vicious light blinding, icy breeze brushing the face, in an instant, a bloody stench filled the air.
In the next mont, those who had escaped from the cell, not even taking a full step, including the Princely Heir, maids, and guards, were all sliced apart by the sword light, chopped into corpse segnts, turned to pieces, limbs laid scattered on the ground, innards strewn down the corridor.
"Xiao Rong!"
Eight Lady Shen Wuyi pinched a formula with a finger, gathered the sword lights into the sword bag, then dashed and leaped, landing in the cell, stepping on flesh and blood. She held a long sword in hand, striking left, stabbing right, murdering all those minced like silkworms struggling in the blood pool.
"Did these bastards hurt you at all!"
While being rescued, Third Lady Shen exhaled deeply, feeling faint and unstable, leaning on her sister for support.
"I... I... I’m fine..."
"You’re burning up! Damn it, did they drug you! Bastards! Die!"
Seeing her sister’s clothes torn and face flushed, with softness and weakness, Eight Lady was furious, cradling Third Lady’s waist in her arms, then hacking and chopping the Princely Heir into pulp, making him bloody beyond recognition till her anger vented.
"Wuyi... let’s go..."
"Hold on! Out of the city, I’ll detoxify you!"
The two Shen sisters also knew that killing an enfeoffed Princely Heir was an enormous karma, the Demon Palace would feud endlessly with them.
However, it didn’t matter.
We of the Sword Sect, who haven’t we killed yet, this blood case is just another page.
Hurriedly ransacking the Princely Heir’s corpse, they reclaid the couple swords and Storage Jade Pendant cherished by him, covering Third Lady with a cloak, and waded through the Blood River, rushing out of the dungeon. They grabbed the treasure steed abandoned by the Princely Heir and both mounted, kicking up dust and galloping away!
But, as Tie Dan said, this was just the beginning.
Just now, Eight Lady Shen had unleashed a great move of a magic treasure, wiping out hundreds; not just the Left Supervisory’s tributes hastily returned for defense, the nearby cultivators of Eight Banners Qingyang Palace weren’t deaf, alert yet hesitant to act, yet one by one summoned their magic treasures and spiritual pets prepared. Seeing the escape, so surreptitiously trailed behind.
Furthermore, the Princely Heir was after all, the Crown Prince of Kun Country. His multiple near-death experiences galvanized even the lethargic Forbidden Army, already shifting forces to Jindu’s nine sects.
Oh boy! Just before, still stressing cri regulation on the court, thoroughly investigating bandits, pursuing evil people!
Then, only a mont later, the alarm bell of the Zongzheng Temple bood!
The Princely Heir!
Deceased!
Instantly! Kun Country’s court stunned! Entire Nation astir!
The Shen sisters!
Seemingly beyond any escape!
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