Legend of Fu Yao - Chapter 27

Chapter 27




Yan Lie fixed his eyes on her, smiling, "It's His Majesty's birthday today, Princess . Wouldn't be good if you get tangled up in other people's business and delay such a big event, would it?"

His tone was calm but his smile meaningful . He had emphasized the words big event .

It was then that Pei Yuan recalled her original intent . She frowned, feeling somewhat frustrated for allowing Meng Fuyao to befuddle her . "Meng Fuyao . . . why is she so quiet?"

She appeared to have rolled down the steps and into the bushes earlier, never showing herself since . Then came Tie Cangmo's hasty intervention and speech, which had caused Pei Yuan to momentarily forget all about Meng Fuyao .

Zhan Beiye, too, remembered about his chase at this point . He groaned and rolled down the blood-stained path Meng Fuyao had taken .

After turning around the bushes and spotting no one, he lifted his brows in confusion and stared at the blood spots which were still visible on the ground .

Someone snorted behind him . Pei Yuan swept over like a gust of wind but was unable to find Meng Fuyao . She revealed an awful expression and gritted her teeth . "Let's see how far you can run . "

Zhan Beiye whipped his body around so fast that his clothes swung and hit Pei Yuan on the face . The latter felt as though she had been slapped by an iron plate as blackness concealed her view for a moment .

"Nine more holes . Let me warn you . I'll go after you every time I see you . Dare touch her one more time, and I'll make sure that you get not just nine but 100 holes all over your body . I don't kill women, but you can be an exception," an icy voice sounded .

Zhan Beiye brushed his sleeves . "I have no time to waste on you right now, but don't forget my words . "

Pei Yuan covered her face while looking up . As she was about to retort, Zhan Beiye gifted her with another sleeve-slap, which landed on her right cheek, causing her to stumble . At that, he exited with a flash .

"Hey, hey, hey!–––"



"Softer, softer–––"

"Ss . . . are you trying to save or kill me?"

Murmurings could be heard amid the darkness as two pairs of dazzling eyes flickered in the night . One of the pairs belonged to an unlucky girl .


She had just rolled into the bushes, but before she could get on her feet a pair of steel-like hands pulled her, causing her body to drop . The next moment, she was plunging into a dark tunnel .

As an astonished Meng Fuyao was about to resist, the person covered her mouth and shook his head, indicating that she should remain quiet . His purlicue was rough, a detail that helped her confirm his sex . Yet, his cool palm emitted a faint scent that only noblemen owned . She nodded slightly to express agreement, after which the man relented and removed his hand .

Meng Fuyao looked around and noticed that they were in a secret passageway . She speculated that it was a linkway connecting the dried up well that she had fallen through to a hidden unit further down . Upon the sealing of the unit, plants were grown aboveground to conceal the well, in which the man had been waiting to pull her in .

When Meng Fuyao sensed no hostility from her captor, she released a breath of relief . Suddenly, the man turned her shoulder, immediately tearing the cloth of his sleeve in horror . He worked skillfully on her wounds, completely bandaging them in no time .

Caught off guard by his action, Meng Fuyao winced in pain . But before she was done, he had already removed his hands and turned around .

He had a lean and straight figure, appearing like a palm tree amid the darkness . As the man saw that Meng Fuyao had gradually calmed down, he took a few steps forward, his silhouette being outlined by a faint ray of penetrating light . He had broad shoulders and a thin waist like that of a youth .

The more she looked at that back, the more she found it familiar .

She scanned her surroundings again while knitting her brows . She had never appreciated confining spaces, and her instincts wanted her to get out .

However, the man turned around abruptly, his extremely pale face and deep eyes reminding her of the ever-snowy mountains in Qiongcang . Those abyss-like eyes were cold and unfathomable, yet as bright as a million twinkling stars combined .



Meng Fuyao drew a deep, cold breath .

Those eyes . . . she had seen them before .

On the second day of her breakup with Yan Jingchen, she had accepted a challenge against a youth dressed in black . It was his Nether Eyes that had caused a big explosion that day .

Although she hadn't forgotten about him, she was still beyond surprised to meet him again in a place like this .

The youth looked at her and said suddenly, "You owe me one now that I've saved you . "

His voice was bright and crisp, sounding similar to the collision between thin icebergs – cold yet resolute .

"Ah?" Meng Fuyao opened her eyes wide in response .

'What's that kind of logic?' she asked herself . 'Did I ask for his help? Zhan Beiye wouldn't let me die in the hands of someone else in the first place . His help was uncalled for so why do I need to return the favor?'

Plus, since he was sneaking around and looked so grave, he must need help with a big and probably dangerous matter . Was she foolish enough to offer herself as cannon fodder?

The youth pursed his lips and kept quiet upon reading her expression .

Clang!

Suddenly, he pulled out his sword and held it against her neck the next moment .

The tip of his sword was bitingly cold and its blade clear as water . Like scattered sharp needles, the deadly aura emitted by the sword was so glaring that it almost made Meng Fuyao close her eyes .

"I don't ever beg or repeat myself . Agree or die – your choice . "

Meng Fuyao peeked down at the dazzling sword before looking at the youth's pale face . After some time, she smiled . "Violence is never a solution, comrade . Especially if you can't actually use it . "

Her smile widened as she lightly pushed the sword tip away . The sword, which was steady as stone, dropped flimsily to the ground along with the youth and a shaking light ray .

Unsurprised, Meng Fuyao reached out to catch his falling body .

She sighed and then said, . "Heavily injured but still putting on a front?"

She examined him under the dim light . His eyes were closed and his brows slightly knitted . His snow-white face was almost translucent, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and into his hair, turning it even blacker .

Meng Fuyao shook her head, tearing open his clothes without the least bit of hesitation and spotting a carelessly bandaged wound on his chest . She unbadaged him with a frown and was instantly attacked by a thick, bloody smell . What greeted her eyes was a terrifying and protruding scar, seemingly created from a wide and sharp weapon . The greenish-blue flesh around his wound hinted that he had been poisoned . There also was a superficial injury near it, appearing to be left by smoke and fire . It wasn't a serious wound but looked sinister enough to repel Meng Fuyao's gaze .

'Firearms,' she thought and recalled something Yuan Zhaoxu had told her .

There was a team of gunmen in the Five Region Continent that was equipped with the most technologically advanced firearms . They had always been under the control of the crown prince, Qi Yuanjing, while the person in charge of them was his trusted aide . This youth definitely felt enmity toward the Yan and Pei families, so he should be part of the crown prince's people . Why, then, had he been targeted by his gunmen?

However, that wasn't the time to deliberate . Meng Fuyao bit her lips and retrieved a small bottle from inside her sleeves . She looked at it, somewhat regretfully, before extracting a purple pill and putting it into the youth's mouth .

After feeding it to him, discontent set in . She slapped his face with excessive force to guide the pill down his throat .

She couldn't help it – she had just sacrificed a Nine Revolutions Soul-Returning pill that had been given to her by the Old Daoist Priest . The old man had bragged that it could grow fresh bones and flesh out of a dead boy and was one of the greatest treasures of all time . Now that she had given it to someone she couldn't deem a friend, it was only natural for her heart to ache .

The youth's breathing smoothened shortly after ingesting the pill . Meng Fuyao felt for his pulse . While she wasn't able to purge the toxins completely, it was sufficient to keep him alive . She stood up and searched for an exit .

She knocked on the walls, aware that she was in a formation that employed the principles of Reflection and Refraction . Upon tapping on a particular mirror lens, a different echo sounded – it was crisp and not muffled .

Delighted, Meng Fuyao placed her hands on it, but just as she was about to push, someone called out from behind . "Go ahead, if you want to get hit by arrows and turn into a hedgehog . "

Meng Fuyao turned to the youth, who had sat up, and raised a brow . "Is that how you're going to treat your savior?"

The youth rested his forearm on a knee while inspecting the condition within his body, only looking up upon hearing her words . A glimmer flashed across his distant-looking eyes; they resembled fireflies that fluttered amid the ocean mist, so remote and hard to grasp .

His complexion was delicate and pleasing, but it was his gaze that had the ability to capture anyone's attention . There was a peculiar calmness about his eyes, and staring into them allowed one to relive the halcyon days of lolling on a grassy bank and watching the boat lamps drift in the sunset sea .

It was no wonder that Meng Fuyao had fallen into a daze . 'With eyes like these, why must he train a bizarre skill such as the Nether Eyes?'

Before she could find an answer, she heard, "I wish my sword was still on your neck . "

His words cracked Meng Fuyao up . She shook her head while laughing . "Alright, what do you want me to do?"

"Prince Qi has brought in a sideshow troupe to perform at the Qianan Palace Hall Feast in the evening . An assassin has been hired to take the crown prince down, which would force an abdication . When that time comes, his pawns, from the Yan and Pei families, will make their moves as well . The Yan Family will take the chance to transfer the inner palace guards out while the Pei Family will command 50,000 soldiers to invade . We must inform the crown prince before all of these take place . "

"From where have you obtained such confidential information?" asked Meng Fuyao in curiosity .

"Someone told me . " He pursed his lips tightly, showing no intention of telling .

After some thought, Meng Fuyao consented . She smiled mirthlessly and said, "I'll do anything to piss Pei Yuan off . It's going to be hard fleeing from the Pei Family if we don't come up with something anyway . "

Solemnly wrinkling his brows, the youth shared, "I made a trip to the Xin Palace earlier, in hope of reporting the matter to Master so he could, in turn, inform the crown prince . However, the crown prince's gunmen were there when I arrived . Had I known at that point that they were already betraying their owner . . . "