"Get out." Mu Shaoling looked at him unkindly, "Does the Emperor know youâre here? You dare!"
"Since itâs his territory, is there anything that can escape his eyes?"
Baili Han snorted coldly. Over the years, his brother had gained quite some skills. As soon as he arrived in the Capital City, the other party got wind of it.
However, he wasnât afraid. Since he came, he surely had foolproof arrangements.
Meanwhile, as these two were at loggerheads, Ye Haoyang had already grabbed Mu Huarong and rushed out of the city.
Once outside the city, someone recognized him and stepped forward to lead the way.
"Whereâs the person?"
"Inside the ruined temple ahead."
Upon hearing this, Ye Haoyangâs expression turned even colder. The ruined temple outside the city was indeed a place favored by beggars and ruffians.
Thus, he quickened his pace, with Mu Huarong being hauled along to the point of nearly throwing up.
When they neared the ruined temple, they heard clanging sounds. Ye Haoyang tossed Mu Huarong to the side to his subordinate and stepped forward.
Upon arrival, he saw a group of women in white and a group dressed as guards fighting.
"Master, itâs these people who kidnapped Miss Huaâen."
"Where is she?"
"Inside." Upon hearing this, Ye Haoyangâs face darkened, "A bunch of fools, canât even handle a few women. Donât know whatâs urgent? Get the person out first!"
Scolding while rushing into the temple.
"Hey, Master..." These people belonged to Baili Han and recognized Ye Haoyang; before they could speak to him about the situation inside, Ye Haoyang had already barged in.
Entering the ruined temple nearly made him go mad.
Several old beggars lay stiff on the floor, seeming dead; Mu Huaen lay among them, her clothing appearing somewhat disheveled.
"Huaâen, Huaâen..."
Seeing him like this, the subordinate thought it better to explain later. First, they should deal with those women outside to avoid being criticized for failing against a group of women.
Mu Huaen was still unconscious at this moment.
Now as everyone was sorting out the women, none paid attention to Mu Huarong; thus, she quietly followed inside.
Upon seeing the situation inside, she assumed the white-clothed womenâs plot had succeeded, and a large smile appeared on her faceâMu Huaen, even if this man isnât mine, he wonât be yours either.
But just then, from behind a bronze statue of Buddha, a silver arrow glinted as it aimed at Ye Haoyang.
Mu Huarongâs eyes widened instantly.
She opened her mouth to tell Ye Haoyang to dodge, but no words came out.
"Huaâen, wake up."
"Uh..."
"Huaâen, how are you?"
"Brother Ye Er..." Mu Huaenâs eyes suddenly widened, she too saw the arrow flying toward Ye Haoyang, and just as she pushed him away with all her might, Mu Huarong rushed forward.
"Pfft..." Mu Huarong fell to her knees entirely.
The turn of events happened in an instant.
"..." The arrow was meant for Ye Haoyang, but Mu Huaen had pushed Ye Haoyang aside, meeting the approaching arrow with her own body, while Mu Huarong intended to shield Ye Haoyang but ended up protecting her sister instead.
Mu Huarong looked down at the arrow piercing through her chest, then at Mu Huaen, suddenly laughingâa laugh tinged with bitterness.
Striving to outdo herself only to shield someone she despised was indeed unpleasant.
"Sister..."
Mu Huaen reacted and rushed forward to hold her, while Ye Haoyang was already charging at the archer.
Her intention wasnât to save Mu Huaen, so until death, she didnât wish for Mu Huaenâs gratitude.