Sang Jiao’s expression changed, and he imdiately turned around, picked up the black-clothed leader whose arm had been chopped off, and dragged him towards the torture chamber. Unexpectedly, he encountered the man’s sarcastic laughter.
"Delusional! Chunyu Yan, give up your delusions... Struck by the Crane Feather Shock, there’s no cure... Just enjoy the bliss of your intestines rupturing and your belly rotting away."
"Hahahaha."
"Hahahahahaha."
The laughter echoed in the flower hall.
Coldly masking the pervasive stench of blood.
It was so intense that several night lamps also began swinging wildly.
The guards of Yunchuan all changed their complexions.
Feng Yun looked towards Chunyu Yan.
His eyes were deep and dark, and whatever expression lay beneath the iron mask was unknowable.
"Feng Twelve."
Chunyu Yan suddenly called Feng Yun’s na, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Trouble you... help ... inside."
The man’s hoarse and weak voice was slow, as if carrying a layer of mist, humid and soft. Feng Yun frowned, reached out to push him away, but felt his fingertips were ice cold, startling her.
"Princely Heir, shouldn’t you call for a doctor imdiately?"
"No use." Chunyu Yan’s lips curved coldly, he took a deep breath, seemingly unstable on his feet, his entire body pressing towards Feng Yun.
"They always wanted dead, with such an opportunity, how would they give any hope of survival... Crane Feather Shock, is a rare poison in Yunchuan... incurable."
Feng Yun didn’t know what Crane Feather Shock was, nor did she know how deadly the poison was, but Chunyu Yan’s bright red lips, bloodshot corners of his eyes, and his body trembling slightly against her were definitely not normal.
"Call your guards to support you..." Feng Yun gritted her teeth, supporting him, not understanding why he seed light and ethereal to look at, but was so unreasonably heavy when pressing against her, like dead weight.
"My servants... I killed them..." Chunyu Yan’s eyelids slightly lifted, "Don’t like stinky n."
"..." Feng Yun was at a loss for words.
Chunyu Yan was much taller than her; leaning so stiffly against her was like a bear shalessly relying on a little rabbit, it was painfully ridiculous to see.
"Alright, alright, don’t lean so close. I’ll support you."
Just now they were discussing cooperation, and Chunyu Yan had just pulled her to safety, preventing an arrow from piercing her head; although the incident was caused by him, Feng Yun didn’t feel right abandoning him.
Feng Yun struggled to help him to the soft couch in the inner chamber.
As Chunyu Yan’s body fell backwards, one hand suddenly landed on her shoulder, pulling her down with him.
The person who had been weak and powerless monts before, suddenly exerted a strength so strong that Feng Yun could neither resist nor evade, crashing heavily onto him.
That couch, was precisely the sa one on which Feng Yun had held him at ransom for food...
"Chunyu Yan!" Feng Yun realized sothing was wrong and tried to get up, then discovering she couldn’t struggle free, she angrily questioned: "You can’t be this petty, can you? It’s been so long, do you still want revenge on ?"
Chunyu Yan didn’t answer.
The girl’s breath sprayed on his face, clearly transmitting her anger, but at this mont it was quite enjoyable for him.
From that day on, he had recounted everything that happened on that couch countless nights, her provocative smile, those cold yet irresistibly beautiful eyes, and the tremor that ca with the touch of her soft skin against his body, all preventing him from sleeping...
Feng Yun had brought him humiliation.
More than that, was an unbearable, unventable pain.
His emotions seed to have been sealed by her since that shaful day, as if so evil force awakened his bestial nature. Silently it took hold of him, tornting him, hauntingly replaying the mories, over and over again...
Enduring the struggle, yet he couldn’t suppress it.
"Qingqing, you must take responsibility for ."
Feng Yun t his pitch-black eyes and felt an imnse shock.
The thing Chunyu Yan had been struck with, Crane Feather Shock, according to the black-clothed man, was an insolvable poison, undoubtedly fatal.
And also, would cause his intestines to rupture and his belly to rot...
Feng Yun felt numb all over.
For the sake of revenge, did Chunyu Yan intend to take her down with him?
Feng Yun tried to calm him as evenly as possible, "Crown Prince Chunyu, until the last mont, do not give up on life. I see you... you might still be saved. How about this, in Huaxi Village there’s a Doctor Yao, who is very skilled. I will send for him..."
Chunyu Yan did not respond.
Suddenly, he propped up her chin, staring at her lips in a daze.
His gaze made Feng Yun’s skin crawl.
Oh no, he’s going to poison her...
The instinct to survive made Feng Yun twist and struggle violently.
"Lian Ji..." Chunyu Yan seed to be recalling sothing, his confused eyes suddenly softening, his fingers clutching Feng Yun, moving inch by inch upwards, as if caressing so precious treasure.
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