Chapter 106: Losing Sight

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With his great revenge finally fulfilled, Kong Ming was very excited.

Even though it was not the Demonic Sect Master herself, this girl was her disciple, so Kong Ming still felt very happy.

His iron claw was still stuck in Meng Chang’an’s shoulder. He was just about to twist it again to crush her bones even more when he suddenly felt a sharp pain at the back of his neck.

He slowly turned his head, only to see the powerless girl in white standing behind him with an angry look on her face.

There were three silver needles between her fingers, covered in blood.

It was clear she had stabbed them into his neck just now and pulled them out again.

Kong Ming’s face turned cold. He tried to get up, but his chest suddenly hurt badly.

For a moment, he could not figure out that his messy internal energy was because of the silver needles.

“You are overestimating yourself!”

Kong Ming forced down the blood rising in his throat. The moment he pulled out his iron claw from Meng Chang’an’s body, he rushed straight toward Shen Lingyun.

Shen Lingyun kept stepping back, but she was still no match for Kong Ming’s speed and skill. Seeing the iron claw about to stab into her, she could only admit defeat.

However, the pain she expected did not come.

When she looked up, she saw Shu Yao standing firmly in front of her.

That black iron claw had pierced straight through Shu Yao’s left shoulder.

Blood and flesh burst open instantly, staining her clothes red.

“A’Yao!”

At that moment, Shen Lingyun only felt unbearable pain in her heart, as if she were crying blood.

Shu Yao was already covered in wounds, and the blood at the corner of her lips had not even been wiped clean. Seeing Shen Lingyun suddenly step forward and act made her feel like her soul had nearly left her body from fright.

She could be hurt, she could die, but she could not bear to let Shen Lingyun suffer even the slightest injury.

Shu Yao no longer had her sword. She endured the searing pain in her body and used both hands to grip tightly onto the armored wrist of the iron claw, glaring at Kong Ming with hatred.

But Kong Ming could not understand such foolishness—why would someone take the injury for another when nothing was wrong with them?

However, this was someone the Prince had specifically ordered to be brought back unharmed. He did not dare to kill her here, so he pulled out the iron claw, planning to let her go for now and turn back to torture that little enemy again.

But just as he turned around, a thin blade came flying straight toward his eye.

If it were before, such a small trick would not even be worth mentioning to him.

But at this very moment, he could no longer suppress the chaotic internal energy and the metallic taste rising in his throat. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. Because of that, his evasion slowed slightly, and the hidden weapon ended up slicing across his cheek, cutting off a strand of his hair.

"Ah, my face!"

Kong Ming roared in fury. When he looked closely, he saw that Meng Chang’an, whose right arm had already been ruined and who was on the verge of fainting, was actually still struggling to get up. She was using her left hand to throw hidden weapons.

He never expected that, even in this state, she still had the strength to hold two hidden weapons in her left hand, ready to strike again.

Very well, she had actually dared to scratch his favorite face!

Looking at Meng Chang’an’s weak body covered in blood and cold sweat, still holding on, Kong Ming gave a cold, bone-chilling smile.

Even this badly injured, she still wanted to die?

It seemed if he did not teach her a lesson, she would never understand her place.

But after only a few steps, he suddenly trembled again, his internal energy surging out of control. He could not even stay standing and fell straight to the ground.

And just then, from behind him, Shen Lingyun suddenly spoke.

"Your internal energy surged just now, and you are already showing signs of losing control. I have sealed your vital points. Now, your energy is flowing backward and cannot circulate. If you dare to use your energy again at this moment, you will surely die."

Shen Lingyun tightly held Shu Yao, who had fallen into her arms. While enduring her heartache, she treated the wound on Shu Yao's shoulder, all the while keeping a cautious eye on Kong Ming.

Kong Ming, on the other hand, could never have imagined that one day he would be defeated by three inexperienced young girls.

Seeing Kong Ming unable to stand again, Meng Chang'an finally let out a small sigh of relief. As soon as she relaxed, even the hidden weapon in her hand fell to the ground, and she collapsed once more.

They thought this crisis was temporarily resolved, but suddenly, the sound of clapping echoed out of nowhere.

"Good, good, good."

From the shadows emerged Chen Ruiyun, the advisor from the Prince's Manor. He led a team of armored guards and casually motioned for two of them to help Kong Ming up. Smiling, he said, "The fight just now was truly exciting. You young ladies are indeed brave and heroic."

Then, pretending to scold Kong Ming, he added, "And you, Kong Ming, really? His Highness asked you to invite them for a talk, and yet you acted so rough. Look at how you bullied these young girls!"

The hypocritical look made Shen Lingyun sneer.

Chen Ruiyun then shifted his gaze to Shen Lingyun and said, "Ladies, please come with us."

Knowing full well that she was in no condition to escape with two severely injured companions, Shen Lingyun gave up resisting and made her only request. "Allow me to treat their wounds first, and then we will go with you."

Meanwhile, the Princess, who was still in the back garden playing chess with the Prince of Yu, remained unaware that her beloved and her younger sister had been gravely injured.

As Meng Chang'an and her group were fighting against Kong Ming's forces, another team had already slipped into the Prince of Yu's armory.

That was exactly the men of Wushang Palace led by Ye Wuyou—appearing without a trace, disappearing without a sound.

A large number of bows, crossbows, and other important weapons had been destroyed, yet the people of the Prince’s Manor could not even catch a single thief. News of this had now already reached the ears of the Prince of Yu.

"Your Highness, you are really good at making a feint to the east and attacking in the west."

Upon hearing this, Li Qiubai did not even lift her head. Her gaze was still fixed on the chessboard as she replied with hidden meaning, “It still pales in comparison to Imperial Uncle’s scheme of luring the enemy into the urn.”

"How could it not be better? You clearly already guessed it. If it were not for your cooperation, I would not have been able to pull off this ‘invite the enemy into the urn move."

They seemed to be speaking of chess, yet also of something else.

In the back garden, though the scenery was beautiful, it hid danger within.

The people lying in wait around them seemed to be growing in number.

The Prince of Yu only glanced lightly at the surrounding flower beds and rockeries before turning back. He changed the subject and said, "However, there are not many good things left in this Prince's Manor. Last time you burned the study, and this time you destroyed the storeroom. You truly are very naughty. Now, there is hardly any place left for you to burn or wreck. Why not just speak directly, Your Highness? What is it that you want?"

Li Qiubai let out a soft laugh and asked in return, "Does Imperial Uncle still not know what I want? I merely wish for my imperial sister to return safely, that is all."

"Oh? Is that so?" The Prince of Yu paused his hand that was about to place a piece, picked up a teacup from the tray, took a sip, and then sneered. "If what you wanted was truly so simple, would your imperial sister be here as my guest now? Li Qiubai, do not forget, all of this began because you made the first move."

Hearing this, Li Qiubai could only stop her hand as well. She asked politely, "Imperial Uncle only needs to tell me whether you can give me what I want or not."

"What if I say I cannot?"

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Li Qiubai curled the corners of her lips and shifted her gaze back to the chessboard.

"Then let us continue this game, and play it until there is a winner. I would like to see how many pieces Imperial Uncle is willing to sacrifice."

Such a straightforward threat actually made the Prince of Yu laugh.

At the same time, Chen Ruiyun had already brought people over, pressing Meng Chang’an, Shu Yao, and Shen Lingyun forward.

On the chessboard, the outcome was still undecided.

But when he saw the sudden change in Li Qiubai's expression, the Prince of Yu knew that he had made the right bet.

"You have lost, Your Highness."

The Prince of Yu no longer continued the match with her. He stood up straight away, flung his sleeve, and said, "Now it should be this Prince’s turn to ask Your Highness whether you can give me what I want."

Unlike the Princess, who was still enduring the pain, the moment He Changping saw Young Master Meng's battered body covered in wounds, he could no longer hold back and rushed forward.

"Chang’an!"

The armored guards brought by Chen Ruiyun all drew their swords at once, raising their guard and blocking He Changping from getting closer.

Seeing this, Ye Wuyou, who had been hiding nearby, also leaped out with her people. They all drew their weapons.

Both sides were on edge, swords drawn and crossbows ready, each waiting for the command from the two beside the chessboard.

Li Qiubai stared hard at Young Master Meng. Her entire body was covered in wounds, and she looked so weak and on the verge of collapsing as she was held up by others. All of it stirred the Princess’ heart.

In the end, she still could not hold back the pain in her heart and could only choose to compromise first.

As she slowly stepped down from the chess platform and walked toward the Young Master, she spoke at the same time.

"Then what is it that Imperial Uncle wants?"

Just that one sentence was enough for the Prince of Yu to hear the Princess’ concession.

Only then did he feel somewhat satisfied.

With a grand wave of his hand, the Prince of Yu pretended to be merciful and signaled his soldiers to sheath their swords, just so Li Qiubai could have a good look at her little lover, in case she truly flew into a rage.

Without the support of the guards on either side, Meng Chang’an could no longer stay upright. She collapsed forward.

Fortunately, the Princess arrived just in time and caught her.

Falling into the Princess’ embrace, Meng Chang’an felt her nose sting with emotion.

That familiar fragrance, that embrace that was supposed to bring her peace of mind.

But looking at the increasingly blurry face before her and feeling her own vision slowly slipping away, Meng Chang’an felt nothing but deep regret.

“Your Highness.”

“I am here. I am here.”

Li Qiubai sat on the ground with Meng Chang’an in her arms, catching the Young Master’s slowly rising left hand. She followed her will, lowering her head so the girl’s hand could gently press against her cheek.

Seeing that aggrieved look on her face, Li Qiubai’s heart ached unbearably. She quickly held that blood-stained hand and brought it to her lips, planting a light kiss on it, her voice hoarse.

“Does it hurt too much?”

“Mm. It really hurts so much.”

Even though she had already taken the painkiller that Shen Lingyun had given her, the shattered bone in her right shoulder still throbbed without pause. The dense waves of pain pierced straight through her heart.

But no matter how much her body hurt, it still could not compare to the fear brought on by the stabbing pain in her eyes.

The blood-red haze spreading across Meng Chang’an’s vision had already blocked her sight. Everything in front of her became more and more blurred.

Even though she was already lying in the Princess’ embrace. Even though she was so close.

But in her eyes, the Princess’ face was growing increasingly blurry.

The blood-red veil before her eyes had become thicker and darker.

Meng Chang’an did not dare say anything more at a time like this that would make the Princess even more worried. She only forced out a small smile and gently caressed the Princess’ cheek, full of longing, as if determined to engrave her face deep into her heart.

Perhaps…

Perhaps she would never have the chance to see this face again.

With great effort, she continued to touch the Princess’ face—starting from her eyes, moving down to the bridge of her nose, then further to the corners of her lips.

She stroked inch by inch, carefully, not willing to even blink for a single moment.

Author's Note:

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