Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Chu Yihan spoke in a composed tone, âI trust you, but 1 wonât allow anyone to harm you. If youâre determined to compete with him, Iâll ensure he wonât get the chance.â
âDonât tell me you intend toâ¦â Su Yingxue sensed Chu Yihanâs chilling intent.
âTo kill him.â Chu Yihan remained calm as he said this.
Su Yingxue immediately shook her head. âNo! Even if I want him dead, 1 want him to accept it willingly.â
If it were someone else, Chu Yihan would not have given her the chance to argue.
To ensure her safety, he was ready to send someone to end Saint Ruanâs life.
But Su Yingxue wouldnât allow it.
So, he refrained from giving that order.
Seeing him silent for a while, Su Yingxue tried persuading him with kind words, almost exhausting her words.
Just when she thought she couldnât sway Chu Yihanâ¦
Chu Yihanâs large palm landed on her head, gently rubbing her hair. âI will protect you.â
There was a deep affection in his handsome gaze.
Su Yingxue couldnât help but smile.
Her imperial uncle was truly adorable.
Su Yingxue spent days concentrating on concocting poison. Little Ginseng looked at the Medicine King Valley, now dark and filled with various colorful herbs. Its mouth twitched. âYouâre not planning to ruin this place, are you?â âImpossible!â She couldnât bear to destroy the Medicine King Valley, given its importance.
âBut after all these days of experimenting, did you succeed?â Little Ginseng doubted her poison-making abilities.
Especially considering her opponent was an expert in poisons.
Su Yingxue stared fixedly at the withered grass in the medicinal field. When she saw it slowly regaining life, her eyes brightened. âItâs done.â
Before she could rejoice, Zi Weiâs voice cut in. âHeâs here.â
Su Yingxue immediately opened her eyes.
Zi Wei stood guard before her, clutching his blade, looking alert.
Opposite him, the disrespectful elder still wore a red robe adorned with suggestive paintings.
He seemed even younger and more radiant than before.
Su Yingxue couldnât help but frown. âOld man, have you concocted a youth-preserving poison?â
She wanted to test if he had developed the Intoxicating Fragrance.
âIâm just youthful. That assassin by your side looks older than me. Why not give him some elixir to maintain himself?â
Saint Ruan sneered.
His eyes displayed contempt, mocking both Zi Wei and Su Yingxue.
Zi Wei was never concerned about othersâ opinions of him.
However, Saint Ruanâs disdain for Su Yingxue was evident. His blade swiftly forced Saint Ruan into the courtyard.
âD*mn! Are you fearless, attacking without a word? Arenât you afraid of death?â Saint Ruan hadnât encountered such single-mindedness in ages.
Being chased by Chu Yihanâs Shadow Guards was one thing, but now this assassin dared to show no mercy?
After all, he had been part of the Silver Moon Pavilion for many years!
Didnât he know his strength? Wasnât he afraid?
Zi Wei used increasingly fierce moves, conveying a message to Saint Ruan.
Not only was he unafraid, but he also willingly risked his life for Su Yingxue.
Just as Saint Ruan was about to strike Zi Wei, Su Yingxue hastily commanded, âZi Wei, dodge!â
Zi Wei immediately ceased his attack and evaded.
Where he had stood, there was a pot of flowers. When Saint Ruanâs poison powder touched it, the flowers instantly withered into a dark green liquid pool. Saint Ruan sneered.. âSu Yingxue, if you dare, donât let him dodge! Let him come and kill me, letâs see who dies first!â