Free Web NovelChapter 1612: Chapter 1592: An Injured Yan
"What is..." Cong Ying looked at Luo Qianqian with curiosity. freewebnøvel.coɱ
He Wenyu quickly pulled her aside and explained in a whisper, this kind of thing shouldn’t be heard by the Eldest Princess, it’s not good for prenatal education.
After listening, Cong Ying was dumbfounded, her cheeks flushed as she helplessly looked at Luo Qianqian. How could there be such literature?
"Do you have any samples? I’ll check them out, and maybe ask if anyone can write..."
Luo Qianqian was stunned—already blushing like that, and still asking for samples? Truly dedicated...
But then, she saw He Wenyu indeed taking out a sample, instantly feeling speechless. When she has time to kill, she really can do things like this, can’t she? It doesn’t look thin; how long would it take to copy it all?
Luo Qianqian tried hard to suppress her laughter, suddenly realizing the quietness surrounding her—even the Eldest Princess was silently watching her. There seemed to be something wrong? She hurriedly asked, "What’s wrong?"
"..." He Wenyu extended a finger towards something behind her, and Luo Qianqian quickly turned her head. She hadn’t felt anything; was there someone behind her?
But as she turned, she suddenly found Yan in a white garment fallen upon her, silently, with a blood-red patch horrifyingly spreading across his chest.
The window was closed, but the scent of blood was overwhelmingly thick, causing Luo Qianqian’s face to change.
"Shiliu, you take Cong Ying and the Eldest Princess next door... no, downstairs to the tailor shop, don’t stay here!" Luo Qianqian quickly grabbed Yan and checked his breath under his nose, feeling warm air, and breathed a sigh of relief—as long as he wasn’t dead.
"Alright, be careful, call me if anything happens!" He Wenyu nodded hurriedly. Although they were familiar with the environment, it was still dangerous for a pregnant woman and two women unable to fight; what if someone chased them...
Now was not the time to hesitate; getting them downstairs and she could still come back up.
They swiftly supported the Eldest Princess downstairs from both sides, while Luo Qianqian unhesitatingly used mist to cover up the scent of blood in the room, taking out the Communication Spirit Jade to call Mo.
In this situation, she was utterly helpless—only Mo, sharing the same origin with Yan, could resolve it.
At the same time, Mo’s expression was grim, clutching his chest and frowning in confusion while looking far away.
After receiving Luo Qianqian’s contact, he almost instinctively sprinted crazily towards the Forget Worries Tea House.
Mo quickly climbed through the window into the room. Seeing Yan’s condition, his face turned dark, but after a brief examination, he felt slightly better than Luo Qianqian’s grim expression: "It’s fine, showing off without knowing there are always some bigger fish; just needs rest." He said, relaxing with a sigh.
Though it was just that one wound, merely a palm strike, achieving it required decades of martial skill. The attacker clearly hadn’t intended to take Yan’s life, but recovery wasn’t going to be swift either—what was the reason behind this?
Even though Yan’s own wounds hadn’t healed, it didn’t affect him treating people from the Nine Heavens Pavilion, did it? No reason for things to be like this now.
With the help of his own elixir, Yan soon awoke. freёwebnovel.com
Mo frowned: "What happened?"
Yan weakly glared at Mo, taking out a bottle of water to drink before slowly speaking: "Things have gotten a bit messy around Southern Li. Earlier, I noticed someone watching the Forget Worries Tea House and followed him out. But the guy ran, and I caught up with him thirty miles outside the city—turned out he was waiting for me, disdainfully snorted and said, ’How can a mere grain of rice shine,’ and landed a palm strike on me. I couldn’t evade—his ease suggested he was using less than thirty percent of his strength."
Why does this line sound familiar? Luo Qianqian looked puzzled.
Seemed like whoever said it always ended up becoming a grain of light themselves?
But it appeared this person was very powerful?
"The opponent didn’t mean harm, but I don’t know why they’re watching this place." Yan shook his head in frustration, then coughed lightly twice. Luo Qianqian quickly took out a tissue to wipe his mouth.
Noting this, Mo’s expression turned strange: "Not someone like an Elder from a sect trying to stop you from aiding the Nine Heavens Pavilion?"
"If that was the case, there are other ways to deal with it." Yan shook his head, his face full of puzzlement: "Forget it, let’s pretend I’m ’gravely ill’."
"Then don’t lie on someone else’s table and not even try to heal!" Mo’s face filled with disdain: "Shiqi, just find a coffin, put him inside, and be done with it—who cares?"
Luo Qianqian rolled her eyes at the brothers. Was this the time for arguments? Clearly not.
Suddenly, the outside dimmed. This abnormal flicker of light and shadow put both Luo Qianqian and Mo on guard as they looked towards the window.
The paper window showed the silhouette of a tall figure, who soon pushed the window open and entered.
Only to be confronted with an arrow and a sword pointed straight towards him, his hand instantly going limp, almost causing him to fall.
"Whoa..." Bai Yinshu shivered, his hand slipped, and he was filled with despair. Falling wouldn’t hurt him, but it sure was embarrassing...
Mo grabbed him, frowning and pulling him inside: "Why are you here?"
"...Senior brother, did you forget you were just with me?" Bai Yinshu murmured after a long silence.
Mo opened his mouth, failing to refute for quite some time, realizing it might indeed be so...
"...Then why were you so slow?!" Unable to find an argument, Mo asked directly.
Luo Qianqian rolled her eyes again, gaining a deeper understanding of Mo’s unreliability.
Walking to the table, she supported Yan up: "Can you walk?"
"I’m not crippled." Yan nodded, pulling Luo Qianqian’s hand and thoughtfully instructing: "You be careful too; after we discuss things, have Mo come to pick you up. We’ll leave first, moving together draws too much attention."
Luo Qianqian nodded: "You guys be careful on the way."
Watching them leave, she unfolded the slip of paper Yan had slipped into her palm.
After glancing at it, her expression changed drastically.
Be careful, there’s someone downstairs.
Someone downstairs? Who’s downstairs? And if he warned her specifically, it certainly wasn’t He Wenyu, since there was no reason to hide anything from her.
Who could it be? Perhaps a spy from another faction in the tea house?
Luo Qianqian took a sharp breath—if that were the case, wouldn’t He Wenyu and the others be in danger too?
A mist quickly cleaned the scent and traces in the room before she opened the door and headed downstairs, finding He Wenyu sitting with the Eldest Princess and Cong Ying, their expressions grim, with tea cups and snacks laid out in front. She frowned, moving over to them, casually tidying up the items.
"Worried about me?"
"Shiqi? Are you okay!" Noting the absence of bloodstains, He Wenyu was still quite worried.
"No problem, let’s get them out of here first, we’ll talk at home." Luo Qianqian shook her head gently, patting He Wenyu’s hand as she slipped the slip of paper to her.
Unaware of what had happened, He Wenyu keenly felt something in her hand and chose to remain silent.
Once the disguised-as-men duo was in the carriage, He Wenyu finally saw the note’s content, taking a sharp breath.
Just then, Mo had arrived at the tea house entrance: "Let’s go."
