Yin Xuan raised his hand, preparing to kill Changsun Zhu.
At this moment, Wu Qing and Qing Yao’s zither music abruptly ceased. Their eyes narrowed, and they slowly spoke.
"Stop fighting. Take the person away immediately."
It was impossible to kill Changsun Zhu in a short while. The commotion here had likely already alerted the people in the capital. In a moment, more soldiers would arrive, making it difficult for them to escape. Even if they could escape, the women in the brothel might not be so lucky.
And she did not want them all to perish here.
As soon as Qing Yao finished speaking, Yin Xuan snapped back to reality. With a wave of his hand, Nian Yao and the madam quickly led the girls from Chunfeng Tower onto the carriages.
Today, they had to send these women out of Fengfen City. Otherwise, there was only a dead end.
At this moment, the gates of Fengfen City were probably already closed. They would have to force their way through.
The group departed from Chunfeng Tower in a grand procession.
At the forefront on horseback was Qing Yao, with Wu Qing seated majestically to her left, and Qing Feng following closely behind him.
To her right was Yin Xuan, also accompanied by a few subordinates. These two men were immaculate, exuding a cold killing aura. With every glance back, they looked at her.
However, at this moment, she didn't want to say much. Focusing all her energy on dealing with the imminent killing intent was what truly mattered.
In the dark night, the streets of Fengfen City were filled with a desolate atmosphere. Lanterns swayed gently on both sides of the street, casting a profound silence. The usually lively night was now deserted.
The shops on both sides of the street had closed their doors, and the entire Fengfen City was enveloped in a suffocating atmosphere.
News of the assassination attempt on Prince Yin at Chunfeng Tower had already spread throughout Fengfen City. Squadrons of soldiers sped past the streets. The vendors, merchants, and citizens strolling out at night had all fled back home in terror. Who dared to loiter on the street, lest they be mistaken for rebels and executed?
The city gates were indeed closed.
The guards stood atop the city gates, glaring down at the group below.
Qing Yao waved her hand.
Mo Chou and Mo You leaped into the air. In the dark night, the two figures resembled soaring dragons, soaring upwards and transforming into sharp weapons that struck directly at the guards atop the city gate. As the guards commander waved his hand, a large number of soldiers surged forth.
It seemed they had been prepared.
However, since they could injure a thousand elite soldiers and two thousand reserve troops, these people were naturally no match for them.
Yin Xuan's subordinates also flew up to assist Mo Chou and Mo You. Meanwhile, another group of people rushed out from below the city gate. This time, Qing Yao didn't even need to act.
Two men, one on the left and one on the right, spoke simultaneously, "Let us handle this."
Their figures flashed, and they leaped into the air. The palm strikes they unleashed were like lightning, felling many in an instant. Yin Xuan swept past the crowd and struck the city gate with his palm. With immense force, the gate let out a deafening roar, and half of it collapsed.
Wu Qing and Yin Xuan turned back and sat steadily on their horses.
Qing Yao waved her hand and said in a low voice, "Hurry."
Mo Chou and the others on the city wall dared not linger in the fight. Although they were not afraid of these people, any further delay might attract more reinforcements.
The group left the city in a grand manner and headed straight for Huangyuan Kingdom.
Shortly after they departed, a general led ten thousand troops to the city gates. Facing the empty gates, he could only sigh.
These people were formidable. Not only did they severely injure Prince Yin, but they also wounded the Crown Prince. Even if they pursued now, more soldiers would likely be casualties.
Why would those people target Crown Prince Changsun and Prince Yin? Had the two masters offended them? The general sighed, lamenting who they had provoked.
The carriages galloped at full speed. As the sky began to lighten,
They were already far from Fengfen City, now situated by a mountain path.
Green mountains and clear waters surrounded them. The morning mist carried a hint of moisture, permeating all the verdant foliage, making it fresh and captivating.
Everyone was tired after fighting half the night and traveling for half the night. They dismounted and sat on the ground.
The girls, though thoroughly frightened earlier, had fallen asleep in the carriages. Now that dawn had broken, they disembarked. In the misty morning, amidst the green mountains and fields, so many strikingly handsome young men appeared. Each of them was exceptionally well-built. Last night, they had been too panicked to get a clear look at these individuals. Now, seeing them, their cheeks flushed, and their hearts stirred.
Unfortunately, those skilled individuals following their respective masters completely ignored them, as if they hadn't noticed the women's gazes.
Qing Yao found a clean spot and sat down. Mo Chou and Mo You, with dust on their faces, went to the river to wash up.
Qing Feng pushed Wu Qing over. Wu Qing's delicate face showed no hint of anger or displeasure. His eyes were serene, and he slowly spoke, "You indeed came here."
"Thank you, Wu Qing."
Qing Yao said softly. If Wu Qing hadn't arrived last night, their group might not have escaped so easily. Thinking of this, her eyes were clouded with guilt.
"I shouldn't have left the valley without telling you. I was afraid?"
Before she could finish, Wu Qing raised his hand to block her words. He knew what she wanted to say, and he didn't need her to feel guilty. Everyone had their own responsibilities, and he wouldn't blame her.
"Alright, what do you plan to do next?"
Wu Qing asked gently. His gaze was like a clear lake, rippling with waves that drew one in.
He carried himself with an ethereal grace, like an immortal. Even in his wheelchair, his beauty was undiminished. The women from Chunfeng Tower stared blankly, and soon, some began to murmur, "How beautiful this person is, who is he?"
As people from the brothel, they naturally didn't know Wu Qing's background and thus didn't find him fearsome.
An ordinary person would have been scared away upon seeing him.
Qing Yao pondered for a moment. If she returned to Wu Qing Valley now, she felt a sense of unwillingness. However, Fengfen City would surely be heavily guarded, and she would need to proceed with caution.
"I plan to stay near the border of Huangyuan Kingdom for a while and find an opportunity later."
As soon as Qing Yao finished speaking, Wu Qing said nothing, merely sitting beside her. Their silent companionship was more profound than words, creating an exceptionally warm scene.
However, another gaze shot over from a distance. Even without looking up, Qing Yao knew it was Yin Xuan's gaze. But who was he, exactly? In her memory, she had never seen this person before. And his eyes always seemed to hold a subtle, lingering sorrow and pain. Qing Yao looked up.
She saw Yin Xuan sitting on a large rock in the distance, dressed in a long robe. The wind lifted his dark hair, making it flutter. A dense, rain-like sorrow enveloped him, and he sat motionless on the boulder, his eyes gazing into the distance, his entire being exuding a sense of desolation and coldness.
Recalling the trouble she had caused, he hadn't blamed her; instead, he had helped her. Although she didn't recognize him, she was certain of one thing.