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New names:
何长平 - He Changping
叶千郇 - Ye Qianxun
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The heat in her ears has not dissipated.
The force in her waist is even more difficult to ignore.
Such close contact made Meng Chang'an at a loss for what to do.
She froze and turned her head to the side, and avoided the warm, almost-touching lips near her ear before forcing out a faint smile: "Consummate the marriage? What marriage? Could it be that your imperial family has rules that let other people watch the princes and princesses consummate their marriages?"
A subtle sound came from above, entering Meng Chang'an's ears, diverting her attention.
"That is not the case."
Li Qiubai was already very satisfied that Meng Chang'an didn't push her away on the spot. She didn't push further and maintained the posture of embracing Meng Chang'an's waist, looking at the blushing base of her ear, and continued with a smile.
"However, there is a nanny who is waiting to send a bridal handkerchief* to the palace tomorrow. If you and I do not do something tonight for her to see the fallen petals, I am afraid the people in the palace will say that I am unchaste tomorrow or say that the Prince Consort did not perform well."
*A white handkerchief that ancient people laid on the wedding bed on the wedding night, a blood stain on it will prove the bride's innocence.
Did not perform…
Meng Chang'an couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth. Is the dignified Princess really so straightforward when talking about matters of her boudoir?
After briefly glancing in the direction of the roof, Meng Chang'an raised her hand, put it on Li Qiubai's shoulder, and whispered in her ear: "That is such a pity. As this Young Master has never been good at grinding mirrors. I am afraid I cannot consummate my marriage with Your Highness tonight. However, if Your Highness just wants to see blood tonight, then this Young Master can still do it."
Li Qiubai was slightly taken aback.
Before she could fully grasp the meaning behind Meng Chang'an's words, Meng Chang'an lowered her voice and continued near her ear, saying, "Since your imperial family does not have rules of having people observe princes and princesses consummating marriages, anyone wanting to peek tonight is surely up to no good."
As soon as she finished speaking, the three silver needles held between Meng Chang'an's fingers were flung in the direction of the roof together.
In this way, Li Qiubai finally realized that something was wrong.
But by the time she reacted, Meng Chang'an had already pressed her shoulders and pushed her aside.
The warmth by her ear suddenly disappeared, leaving Li Qiubai feeling a bit disappointed.
"Your Highness, please wait for a moment. I will be back soon."
In just a moment, the soft and delicate figure that was in her embrace a moment ago had disappeared, leaving only the red curtains hanging throughout the sleeping chamber, swaying in the gust of wind left behind by the girl.
Li Qiubai gradually suppressed the smile in her eyes, looking at the window that had not been closed when Meng Chang'an jumped out of the window and left, she rolled her sleeves and sneered.
She wanted to see who dared to ruin her wedding night!
The masked figure lying on the roof was about to widen the gap between the glazed roof tiles a bit to get a better view of what the two people were doing in the sleeping chamber when the sudden arrival of the silver needles scattered his curiosity.
After hurriedly turning sideways to avoid the three silver needles that came one after another, the man in black was already sweating faintly.
The silver needle that came out of the gap was clearly aimed at his eyes! If he hadn't been clever enough to avoid it in time, how could he still have his eyes?
"Brother, has no one ever taught you? You should not look at things you should not."
The voice sounded out of thin air, gentle and calm, neither fast nor slow as if it was just a casual greeting to passers-by.
But even so, the masked man in black still didn't dare to relax.
He cautiously drew out the long sword from his waist, followed the sound, and then faced the moonlight and saw clearly the "young man" in red who had appeared behind him at some point.
The "young man" was leisurely standing on the eaves, arms crossed, with a red robe billowing in the wind, looking wild and unrestrained.
But the familiar face made the man in black startled slightly.
It was obviously still the familiar face, but an unfamiliar expression of the person in front of him, half-smiling but not smiling, was really far from the warm smile he usually sees on the gentle and jade-like Young Master.
Although they have two identical faces, to the man in black, the person in front of him is completely unfamiliar.
"You are not He Changping, the Young Master of Qingyang Clan!"
After stating it with confidence, the masked figure immediately took two steps forward in mid-air. He also formed a sword flower and thrust it directly towards Meng Chang'an's chest.
"Tell me, who are you and why are you pretending to be him!"
The tip of the sword stopped steadily three inches away from Meng Chang'an's chest.
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This translation was originally posted on https://love4baihe.blogspot.com please read it there. and check out other stories too.
But Meng Chang'an stood there calmly, squinting her eyes slightly and repeating: "Has no one ever taught you? You should not ask things you should not."
How arrogant!
The masked man was suddenly furious. After all, he is Ye Qianxun, the ninth rank on the list of young heroes in the martial world. When has he ever been so contemptuously dismissed by someone?
Besides, the other party is just an impostor!
In a fit of anger, Ye Qianxun forgot the purpose of his trip and directly raised the tip of his sword and slashed Meng Changan's chin.
"You arrogant bastard. Watch how I tear off that mask of yours!
Unfortunately, to Ye Qianxun's disappointment, where the tip of his sword reached, there was nothing in an instant. He couldn't even touch a corner of Meng Chang'an's clothes, as she effortlessly dodged.
He could only watch as the bright red robe floated upward from his eyes, passed over his head, and settled steadily on the ridge behind him.
"Oh? I will have to wait and see."
Being provoked by Meng Chang'an, Ye Qianxun became even more angry. He tightened the grip on the hilt of his sword, his steps slid and he immediately turned around and attacked Meng Chang'an.
But this time, Meng Chang'an had no intention of dodging and just stood leisurely on the roof with her hands behind her back.
Seeing that the sword edge was about to cut Meng Changan's hair, Ye Qianxun couldn't help but hesitate for a moment.
This face looks so much like him.
Just this moment of hesitation caused Ye Qianxun to lose the opportunity.
But the sword edge that was about to touch Meng Chang'an's hair was blocked by the thin blade that appeared between Meng Chang'an's index finger and middle finger.
Ye Qianxun couldn't help but widen his eyes and looked at the extra silver light under the sword's edge in surprise.
When had this person made a move? Why hadn't he seen it?
It's just a thin blade half a finger long, but it can withstand his sword that is full of internal energy*?
*cultivated energy within a martial artist’s body. Utilizing it, a martial artist can accomplish superhuman feats of speed, agility, strength, endurance, etc… It can even be used to heal wounds and nullify poisons. source: wuxiaworld
But to Ye Qianxun's surprise, the half-finger-long thin blade not only blocked his sword but also forced his sword to swing away. He was also thrown to the side by the force, shattering several glazed tiles under his feet.
It only took a moment, but before Ye Qianxun could regain his balance, Meng Chang'an had already chased after him with the thin blade between her two fingers.
That cold light was like a cold arrow shot out of the string, coming straight at him with a faint murderous aura.
Seeing someone using a hidden weapon like this for the first time, Ye Qianxun was truly shocked.
He was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. As he stepped back, he seemed to have forgotten the cruel words he had just said. He changed his words without hesitation: "Brother He! Brother He, please be merciful! I just heard that you were kidnapped for marriage. I just took the liberty to come over here to see if I could help in any way, I had no intention of offending you!"
Hearing this, Meng Chang'an just frowned slightly, but the movements in her hands still did not stop.
However, the thin blade, Meng Chang'an originally aimed at Ye Qianxun's neck, had been redirected toward his cheek.
The black scarf fell on the glazed tiles along with a strand of Ye Qianxun's broken hair, revealing Ye Qianxun's face.
He touched his neck with fear and felt the pain on his cheek. In a hurry, he touched his face and saw his fingertips stained with blood.
However, before Ye Qianxun had time to feel sorry for his face, he saw Meng Chang'an waving her fingers in front of him again.
The single thin blade held between the two fingers had turned into four blades in just a blink of an eye.
After seeing Meng Chang'an's move that was enough to take someone's head, Ye Qianxun didn't dare to fight her head-on again.
"Broth... Brother He..."
Ye Qianxun shrank his neck, fearing that the fake Prince Consort in front of him would throw the blade at him if he got upset, so he could only apologize without conscience and said with a smile: "I was just joking with you, was it not just a wedding jesting? , it is okay to have a bit of fun, there is no need to use such a heavy hand..."
"Wedding jesting?"
Meng Chang'an paused for a moment, unexpectedly, the first thing that came to her mind was not the rational analysis of what Ye Qianxun had said, but the ambiguous smile that Princess had shown when she mentioned the word 'consummation' in the bridal chamber.
Warmth appeared on Meng Chang'an's cheeks again. After shaking off the strange scene that popped into her mind at the wrong time, Meng Chang'an raised her eyes to look at the blood oozing from the wound on Ye Qianxun's cheek, and said with a smile: "Were you not just saying that you wanted to tear apart my mask? I am still waiting for you to do it!'"
People only know that He Changping, the Young Master of the Qingyang Clan, is a righteous and upright figure, admired by women in the martial world for his integrity and talent. However, they do not know that he has a twin sister who was raised within the Demonic Sect since childhood.
So, aside from the disguise technique, Ye Qianxun really couldn't figure out why their faces would be so similar.
But now, forced by the situation, Ye Qianxun really didn't dare to say anything more in front of this person. He could only carefully keep an eye on the four thin blades in Meng Chang'an's hand, and said with a smile: "It was a misunderstanding, misunderstanding! I just..."
However, before Ye Qianxun finished speaking, Meng Chang'an had already thrown the four thin blades in her hand directly in his direction. Ye Qianxun was so frightened that he quickly raised the sword in his hand to block several of his vital points, and he complained even more in his heart.
Is this guy trying to silence me on the spot?!
Just when he was debating whether to fight to the death or to retreat immediately, the four thin blades barely grazed his hair and flew behind him.
And it was at that moment that Meng Chang'an stood up.
She went directly over Ye Qianxun's head, stepped firmly on the four thin blades that flew behind him, and kicked them in different directions with a bend of her knees.
Two muffled groans sounded almost simultaneously.
Before Ye Qianxun realized what was going on, Meng Chang'an had already hit two black shadows hiding in the dark one after another, making him stunned on the spot.
Huh? How come he didn't sense the presence of others when he was lying on this roof just now?
Unfortunately, before Ye Qianxun had a chance to feel ashamed, Meng Chang'an already threw a black shadow directly toward him. Ye Qianxun, who was not prepared for this move, was caught off guard by the black shadow and rolled down from the roof to the ground with him.
The rooftop was high, and when Meng Chang'an had previously stood on it, overlooking the entire courtyard, she had noticed something that she hadn't seen inside the house.
"Oh, my mother!"
Ye Qianxun, who fell to the ground in embarrassment, couldn't help but wail, and quickly pushed away the black shadow that was pressing on him.
The black shadow's neck has been cut by a thin blade, and blood is still pouring out.
If he hadn't begged for mercy in time, maybe he would be the one lying here now, right?
Just as Ye Qianxun was sizing up the wound of the man next to him, a loud arrow suddenly shot out from the black figure's sleeve and shot straight into the sky with a sharp sound, making it impossible for anyone to stop him.
Huh, are all thieves so arrogant these days?
Ye Qianxun was distracted by the sound of the arrow, and for a moment he forgot to get away as soon as possible. When he came to his senses and rubbed his head to get up, four sabers had already formed a circle around his neck.
The shadow, which still had a breath left, fell to the ground after doing the last thing for its master with all its strength.
Now, the only man in black left alive on the ground was Ye Qianxun. At first glance, it looked like he had released the noisy arrow specifically to inform his accomplices.
Young Master Ye, who had a bad start, couldn't help but twitch his lips.
No way…he's got too much bad luck…
"Your subordinate arrived late to protect Your Highness. Please punish me!"
With the knife around his neck, Ye Qianxun did not dare to move. He could only shift his gaze in the direction of the voice.
Only then did he notice the group of guards who had somehow entered the courtyard.
And the Princess, standing in the courtyard in her wedding robe, gazing towards the eaves of the side hall.
That bright red wedding robe was dazzling, which made the Princess even more beautiful.
Her scattered hair had yet to be tied up and was casually draped behind her. When the night breeze passed, a few strands of hair fluttered in the wind. However, she didn't bother to brush her disheveled hair and remained focused on staring in the direction of the side hall.
And above the eaves was where the fake Prince Consort was fighting.
Noticing the Princess' gaze, Ye Qianxun had an uneasy feeling that something was not quite right.
Author's Note:
Believe me, no matter how wonderful the Young Master speaks to Her Highness now, her face will hurt a lot in the future!
(The author is making cute moves online and asking for bookmarks and comments. Is it effective?)
