"Changsun Yin, did you kill Mei Xin?"
If so, she would personally kill him one day to avenge Mei Xin. As for Changsun Zhu, she knew he would never order Mei Xin to be killed. She only hated him for imprisoning them, otherwise Mei Xin wouldn't have died. She wouldn't let either of these two from the Changsun family off the hook.
"Yes, I didn't expect that killing a mere maid would eliminate Changsun Zhu. It seems the heavens are helping this king. However, I didn't know you were the Empress of Xian Yue at first, otherwise that girl might not have had to die."
Changsun Yin said hypocritically, with a look of regret.
Hearing his nonchalant words, Mu Qingyao's dark pupils bloodshot, wishing she could bite him right away.
But she knew he was trying to provoke her, and she absolutely wouldn't fall for it.
If she fell into his hands, she feared she wouldn't be able to escape. Now, she only wanted to enter Wuqing Valley. As long as she entered the valley, she would eventually come out and make those who had bullied her one by one unable to live in peace.
A cold smile, the wind rose, her ink-black hair fluttered, like a bloodthirsty man-eating flower, exuding a charming and stunning beauty that left Changsun Yin and the guards dumbfounded. She spoke with a cold, bewitching voice.
"Go, Mo Chou, Mo You, obey my commands."
"Yes, Miss." With wolves in front and tigers behind, they would rather fall into the jaws of a wolf than turn back. Mo Chou and Mo You, with a resolve to die, responded.
Mu Qingyao's voice, audible only to Mo You and Mo Chou, sounded out slowly.
"Follow the direction of the man-eating flowers. Listen to my count. Three steps forward, yes, two steps to the left."
On the shore, the green grass was lush. Changsun Yin and several guards stared at what was happening before their eyes, dumbfounded.
Legend had it that no one could enter Wuqing Valley, and that there were man-eating fish within.
But why could this woman jump on the man-eating flowers in front of them and speed towards the other bank? In the blink of an eye, she was halfway across, leaving only a white, delicate shadow, making it impossible for them to intervene.
Or was this swamp fake, and the rumors misleading? Why else could they cross so easily?
If they could cross, why couldn't they? Changsun Yin's eyes lit up, and he quickly ordered his subordinates, "Chase! This swamp is fake, there's nothing wrong with it. See, they've all crossed."
"Yes, Your Highness." The two guards, having received the order and seeing what was happening, had no doubts and leaped onto the man-eating flowers.
A gust of wind blew, the flowers in the pool bloomed, as if singing a melodious song, the smell of blood intense.
The two guards screamed in terror, but their bodies were slowly bound by vines and dragged towards the depths of the swamp.
Countless flowers, like fairies, rushed from afar, crowding together and joyfully devouring the two men. In a blink of an eye, only a pile of dry bones remained.
The people who were alive and kicking moments ago were now nothing. These man-eating flowers were indeed the most terrifying things.
Changsun Yin felt a wave of nausea and rushed to the side to vomit. When he looked up again, there was no trace of the three people on the swamp.
They had actually entered Wuqing Valley. It turned out that there was a secret hidden in the swamp, but he didn't know it. That woman was indeed not a simple person. He had killed her maid, and he feared that one day...
Changsun Yin felt a chill all over his body. The remaining three guards behind him couldn't stop vomiting.
"Return."
The people were gone, and staying was useless. It was better to go back. This time, they had truly lost the battle and suffered heavy losses.
The last trace of the sunset on the horizon disappeared, and the dim yellow light enveloped a peach blossom forest.
The wind blew gently, scattering countless petals that drifted in the forest, lingering in the air. The peach blossoms were alluring and enchanting, never had such beautiful peach blossoms been seen, wild and unrestrained, passionate like fire, their fragrance reaching ten miles.
This was Wuqing Valley. Mu Qingyao sighed with relief. The continuous travel, coupled with the anxiety, and a myriad of emotions surged in her heart. She finally couldn't bear it and slowly slid to the ground. Mo Chou and Mo You came back to their senses, their faces turning pale in alarm.
"Miss, Miss?"
Mo Chou held her, calling out and screaming towards the depths of the peach forest, "Please, save Miss, please!"
The sound carried far and wide, reaching into the peach forest.
In the depths of the peach forest, someone was playing a zither. The music was ethereal, elegant, and moving. Dark hair like clouds, white clothes like snow, slender white fingers, naturally gifted for playing the zither, moved across the strings. The notes that flowed from her fingertips were like the most beautiful music in the world, bringing the peach blossoms and all things to life. Sometimes gentle and flowing like water, sometimes lingering and sorrowful, sometimes soaring to the heavens. As the melody ended, peach blossoms fell like rain, covering the ground in a layer of seductive red.
It was as if a layer of pink cloth had been spread, clean and dustless.
"Young Master, it seems someone is injured outside the peach forest?"
The speaking youth was steady and restrained, with a stern gaze, clearly a person of few words. His starlike eyes looked towards his master in the depths of the peach forest.
"Qing Feng, you seem to be a bit of a busybody."
A cold, unfeeling voice rang out. The man playing the zither raised his eyes. His eyes were as clear as a spring, without a trace of impurity, complementing his long, elegant brows. He was so dazzling and radiant. His lips were the color of ripe cherry blossoms.
He was stunningly beautiful, captivating anyone who looked at him, yet such an outstanding person exuded a chilling aura, utterly devoid of warmth.
"Yes, Young Master, Qing Feng is being nosy." The taciturn youth respectfully lowered his eyebrows and walked over, pushing his master's wheelchair to turn back.
In the peach forest, there was a house with painted beams and carved eaves, red tiles and white walls.
In front of the door was a long corridor, with finely carved railings and smooth stone steps. In front of the door were rockeries and green stones, and verdant willows. This place was like a paradise, beautiful and captivating, making one linger.
Qing Feng pushed his master towards the house. At this moment, a radiant youth like the sun, with a displeased expression, rushed in from another part of the peach forest, shouting from a distance.
"Young Master, Young Master, someone outside is injured!"
"Nosy," Wu Qing snorted coldly with a blank expression. Qing Feng did not stop but pushed his master up the stone steps, preparing to enter.
The youth who appeared later pouted and said petulantly, "I wanted to tell you who the injured person is! It's that woman you saved that day, the one who wanted to become your disciple?"
Wu Qing's brows furrowed. His mind automatically conjured a pair of stubborn, lonely eyes. Those eyes were beautiful but held an unyielding pride.
He remembered them because those eyes contained something of himself: loneliness, like a wolf, carrying a bloodthirsty ferocity. Sometimes it wasn't a preference for hurting others, but a last resort.
With a flash of sharp light, he turned behind the screen and said coldly.