PNB Chapter 329 Embarrassment and awkwardness
Chapter 329 Embarrassment and awkwardness
Sichao refers to the inner palace of the imperial court.
The eldest prince, Liu Yao, stood up from his throne, the hem of his dragon robe sweeping across the table, scattering the memorials on it to the ground.
His eyes widened as he pointed at the people kneeling below and shouted angrily, "Useless idiots! You're all useless idiots!"
The kneeling crowd below kowtowed in unison, their voices trembling: "Your Majesty, please calm your anger!" "Your Majesty, please calm your anger!"
"Calm down?" Liu Yao laughed in anger, kicking over the gilded incense burner beside him.
"We sent so many people to capture a woman, and she still managed to escape!"
What use are you bunch of good-for-nothings to me? What use are you to me?
One of them lay on the ground, his voice trembling with the fear of surviving a disaster, as he reported the news.
"Your Majesty, our subordinates had almost surrounded Princess Qiulan and were about to capture her when a man suddenly appeared and rescued her."
The subordinates rushed forward with their lives on the line, and although they killed the old man Fu Heng, the man had already fled far away on horseback with Princess Qiulan.
Lord Kongming immediately led his men in pursuit, but unfortunately, the opponent's martial arts were so formidable that none of his men were a match for him..."
He paused, clutching the still throbbing wound on his chest, his voice growing increasingly strained: "I was incompetent; he struck me with his sword and I fell from my horse."
Fortunately, the knife did not reach my vital organs, which is why I survived.
After his subordinates awoke from their coma, they followed the trail left by Lord Kongming and the others.
By the time they arrived at the place where they were fighting, it was already too late.
Lord Kongming... has also perished under that man's blade.
The more Liu Yao listened, the angrier he became.
He raised his hand and swept the writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone off the table, shattering the porcelain inkstone and splattering ink all over the floor.
"Speak! Who is that person? Is he from Gu Xuanchao's side?"
The subordinate lay on the ground, his voice trembling uncontrollably.
"Your Majesty, that man's moves... seem... seem..."
"What does it look like?!" Liu Yao kicked the gilded incense burner next to him, and the burner hit the pillar with a loud bang.
"If you dare to hesitate again, I'll take your head right now!"
The subordinate trembled and hurriedly kowtowed, saying, "The moves that man used look like the legendary Linglong Divine Skill!"
"What?!" Liu Yao's eyes widened suddenly, as if he had heard something utterly absurd.
"Exquisite Divine Skill? Spirit Kingdom?"
"How could people from the Ling Kingdom appear in the Gu Xuan Dynasty?!"
He paced around the hall twice, then suddenly stopped in front of his subordinate, staring at him with icy eyes.
"Investigate! Investigate to the death! Even if you have to dig three feet into the ground, bring Princess Qiulan back to me!"
"Yes! Your subordinate obeys!" The subordinate kowtowed three times, his knees scraping against the ground as he moved backward until he was out of the palace gate. Only then did he dare to stand up and stagger away.
Liu Yao stared at the mess on the ground, his chest heaving.
People from the Spirit Kingdom? The Exquisite Divine Skill? Princess Qiulan? Gu Xuanchao?
These things being tangled together infuriated him.
He clenched his fist so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and the air in the hall seemed to be frozen by this fierce aura.
Liu Yao stared blankly at the palace gate, muttering to himself, "Old man, I never thought you would secretly hand over the imperial seal to that girl Qiu Lan without my knowledge."
"Why should I? I am the eldest prince! Why do you always oppose me?"
Regardless of how Liu Yao, the eldest prince of the Si Dynasty, vented his anger.
Let's turn our attention to the territory of Gu Xuanchao.
On the outermost edge of the Abyss of Extremes, in a field, stands a simple thatched hut.
Inside the thatched hut, a man and a woman were lying on the tangled weeds.
Both of them were lying there with their clothes disheveled.
These two were none other than Afu and Princess Qiulan.
Last night, Princess Qiulan lost her mind and kissed Afu passionately.
Afu was already injured and weak, and there was a warm current stirring within him.
Ultimately, due to Princess Qiulan's various actions, the surge of heat eventually overwhelmed his senses, rendering him powerless to stop it.
In the end, even the heat he had been able to control burst forth.
As the last vestiges of reason crumbled.
The two embraced, spending the rest of the night immersed in boundless tenderness.
Ah Fu's injuries were too severe, and he remained unconscious, not even twitching his brow.
Princess Qiulan, who was lying on top of him, slowly woke up from her drowsy state with a very soft moan.
While she was asleep, she could feel her fingertips touching a piece of skin.
A slight stirring in her heart, she slowly opened her eyes and saw herself pressed tightly against the other person's chest.
In an instant, she regained her senses.
As if burned, his hands jerked away from Afu's chest, and he hurriedly got up, supporting himself on his back.
Only then did she realize that both she and Afu were lying around with their clothes disheveled.
Only part of it covered the naked skin.
This sight struck her like a thunderbolt, and she instantly screamed incoherently.
The sharp scream immediately shattered the tranquility of the early morning and startled Afu awake from his deep sleep.
Hearing the scream from his deep sleep, Afu struggled to open his heavy eyelids.
At that moment, he felt completely weak and didn't even have the strength to lift his hand.
He felt pain all over his body as he looked at the panicked Princess Qiulan.
The last fragments of the out-of-control events from last night finally began to resurface in his memory.
Princess Qiulan's screams still echoed in his ears.
Despite the excruciating pain, Afu called out repeatedly in his hoarse voice, "Princess Qiulan, Princess Qiulan!"
Princess Qiulan seemed not to hear, continuing to scream while clutching her head, her expression pained and confused.
Afu was extremely anxious and wanted to shout again, but just as he was about to take a deep breath, he aggravated his wound.
A violent coughing fit erupted uncontrollably, making his chest feel tight and painful.
Princess Qiulan finally snapped out of her daze upon hearing Afu's heart-wrenching cough.
She lowered her hand and looked up at Afu, her eyes filled with panic.
"Zichao, Zichao, how are you?"
When Afu caught a glimpse of her naked appearance, his already pale face instantly turned bright red.
He quickly closed his eyes, his voice still carrying a hint of shyness.
"I...I'm fine...Princess Qiulan, please put your clothes on first."
Princess Qiulan realized that she was still naked after being reminded by Afu, and her cheeks turned red instantly.
She hurriedly grabbed the clothes lying on the ground to cover herself, her eyes darting away, too ashamed to speak.
She hurriedly put on her clothes, and while tidying them up, she caught a glimpse of Afu out of the corner of her eye.
She was stunned when she saw that Afu was just like her.
Her cheeks flushed, and she quickened her movements.
After she was dressed, she awkwardly reached out and picked up the pants from the ground to put them on Afu.