Chapter 1455: 1450: Reborn, Hua Qingluo

Chapter 1455: Chapter 1450: Reborn, Hua Qingluo

Chasing Shadow didn’t utter a word, but Mu Qianya winced from the pain.

The man’s strength was excessive — he pinched the scraped wound on her hand so firmly that the scab that had formed started to bleed again.

Chasing Shadow felt something sticky in his palm; when he released his grip, he saw that he had damaged the wound on Mu Qianya’s wrist.

But Mu Qianya took advantage of his distraction and immediately stuffed a pill into his mouth, covering his mouth with her hand and whispering, “Don’t spit it out. Swallow it. There’s only one pill; don’t waste it.”

She saw Chasing Shadow’s throat move, a sweet feeling emerged in her heart, and she was happy when he pushed her hand away.

Feng Ling hurriedly took out a handkerchief to cover the wound, muttering, “We’ve been locked up for days, the handkerchief is dirty and unwashable. I don’t know if Miss’s wound will get infected. It’s all his fault!”

Despite her fear of Chasing Shadow, Feng Ling couldn’t help but give him a resentful look.

She didn’t understand why Miss was so kind to him!

She even gave him a life-saving pill!

Yet, Mu Qianya, not being delicate, wiped the blood with the handkerchief and then laughed, “It’s nothing serious.”

“Miss, you are a woman. The scars on your body are multiplying. In the future, your husband may dislike them. If some gossips spread rumors, your reputation…”

“Stop talking. If I cared about reputation, I would be at home right now, letting you attend to my broken leg.” Mu Qianya pinched Feng Ling’s cheeks, muffling her complaints.

After taking the pill, Chasing Shadow sat down to regulate his breathing, not moving until nightfall, by which time Feng Ling had already fallen asleep beside Mu Qianya.

Mu Qianya, always on high alert, slept lightly. Suddenly, she opened her eyes and the man’s figure was already silently in front of her.

The moonlight was like satin, and she saw a black bottle lying quietly in the open palm of his hand.

Chasing Shadow spoke coldly, “Golden wound medicine.”

His gaze fell on her wrist, on the scraped wound still raw and red.

He wanted to apply the medicine for her.

A warm feeling surged in Mu Qianya’s heart. She sat up and looked up at him.

Under the moonlight, his strong features carried a melancholic coldness, yet it made her heart flutter.

That night when he had her burn her belt to preserve her chastity, he was just as cold and ruthless.

Perhaps he was just bad at expressing himself.

Mu Qianya raised her wrist toward him, “Could you help me apply the medicine?”

She… was being a bit greedy.

Chasing Shadow’s eyes deepened, and he set the medicine bottle aside.

Mu Qianya’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment; indeed, one shouldn’t be too greedy, she had expected too much.

After applying the medicine herself, she intended to return the bottle to Chasing Shadow. However, seeing his icy back, she lay back down on the bed and hid the black medicine bottle close inside her garment.

The night was dark and windy in a residence within Jiang Du City, where a man stood on the roof ridge, gazing into the distance.

By his side was a beautiful young maid, accompanying him. She hadn’t yet reached adulthood, but already possessed a stunning beauty. Her radiant eyes looked at her master, her voice tender and carrying a slight whimper, “What is Master still waiting for? Xiao Yu has been severely injured and detained for days. If Master rescues him now, he will surely be grateful and collaborate with Master to accomplish great things, killing the eternal enemy, Chu Yihan, fulfilling a long-held wish!”

“Heh.” The man, referred to as master, chuckled coldly from his throat, his voice uniquely magnetic, each sound deeply resonating, “If Xiao Yu were so weak-willed, how could he support the Xiao family? Let’s see when Chu Yihan’s bones are ground down. Only then would it not be too late to save him.”

Zhao Ling’er tilted her head, “But we can’t just keep waiting like this, can we?”

Although young, she had experienced much following Hua Qingluo and had even witnessed something incredible like Hua Qingluo’s rebirth. Quite broad-minded and astute, she was.

“Infiltrate the Marquis of Martial South’s Manor to find Su Miaoyan, find a way to anger her to blood vomiting, then take a personal item of hers and throw it to Xiao Yu,” Hua Qingluo leapt down from the roof ridge gracefully like a swallow.

Following him down, Zhao Ling’er landed without stirring a speck of dust and dutifully responded, “Yes, Master!”

She immediately infiltrated the Marquis of Martial South’s Manor. Despite the presence of soldiers guarding and Madam Yin accompanying Su Miaoyan, she still managed to locate Su Miaoyan and wake her up.

“Su Miaoyan, do you want to meet Xiao Yu?” Zhao Ling’er asked, her beautiful eyes twinkling.

Holding the blanket, Su Miaoyan sounded confused and helpless, “Do you know brother Yu? Can you let me see him? I miss him so much.”

“I can’t, you have to ask him yourself. Xiao Yu has been gravely injured and is about to die. If you don’t go with your sister to see him, it’s likely that your sister and her husband will kill him, and you’ll never see him again! Oh, and you may never see your son again too.”

“Ningning! Have you taken my Ningning? Who are you, really…”

Su Miaoyan’s words were impassioned but incoherent when she suddenly vomited blood. Her bedside handkerchief was soaked with bloodstains, which Zhao Ling’er conveniently took and left with.

Su Miaoyan’s crying could still be heard from behind her.

With such a commotion, the Marquis of Martial South’s Manor was surely alarmed.

However, what did that matter to her?

She just needed to follow her master’s orders and carry them out well.

Her master had told her that not only Su Hao’s troops were stationed around the Ninth Prince’s Mansion, but also people from the Silver Moon Pavilion secretly guarded the area. Although her martial arts were mediocre, her lightness skills were excellent. Thus, her task was to sneak quietly into the room holding Xiao Yu and throw the bloodstained handkerchief to him. As for the assassin from the Silver Moon Pavilion…

Zhao Ling’er chuckled softly; her master would deal with him.

Hua Qingluo and Zi Wei battled in mid-air, with Zi Wei already injured from an encounter with Pursuing Shadow. He was more than capable of handling ordinary assassins, even capable of stalling someone from the Silver Moon Pavilion for a moment.

Nevertheless, he hadn’t expected that the man wearing a purple robe embroidered with cloud patterns would defeat him in just ten moves, ferociously shattering his meridians with a single palm strike. He tumbled from the eaves, crashing to the ground, violently spewing several mouthfuls of blood.

This person had tremendous inner strength and an in-depth understanding of him!

Zi Wei was unable to continue fighting, but this man showed no intention of further combat. Standing on the eaves, he gave Zi Wei a contemptuous smile before walking away.

Zi Wei struggled to report to Su Yingxue, but on his way, he collapsed from his severe injuries.

The Ninth Prince’s Mansion was alerted, with troops flooding in to search. Mo Qi was the first to rush from the palace to check on Xiao Yu. He appeared normal, without even a cough.

Mo Qi checked him over, speaking to him without response, but since he was still breathing, Mo Qi stationed someone there and continued leading the search.

He did not notice that after he left, Xiao Yu pulled a bloodstained handkerchief from his chest. This gentle hue was Su Miaoyan’s favorite, and the bloodstains had not yet dried…

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