"What do you want?"
The Royal Consort Hua Wenbo, clad in a cloak, smiled sinisterly and looked at Wuqing, speaking elegantly.
"To see my good son, who dares to defy his father's orders for a woman, repeatedly acting against my wishes, and now willing to die rather than cooperate with my plans. Such a person can only be killed."
Hua Wenbo's voice was cold and icy. He had brought so many people into the valley with the firm resolve to kill this woman.
"You dare. This is between me and you, she has nothing to do with it."
"Or, I can give you a choice. You've always hated me, haven't you? Then kill me tonight. Otherwise, you know, no one can stop me from taking her away or killing her, unless you kill me."
"You?" Wuqing
Wuqing held his breath, his face ashen and grim, his pale lips devoid of any color.
Hua Wenbo showed no concern for his son's state. Instead, he didn't slow down but struck at Qingyao even faster.
Qingyao was no pushover, she wouldn't give him the chance. Her figure flashed, and the Huangwei Qin appeared in her hand. The Huangwei Qin suddenly swung, smashing towards him. The airflow was like a torrent. Missing the target, she quickly withdrew.
On the other side, Mochou, Mouyou, and others were trapped by the dozen men in black. The commotion here alerted the four servants in the valley, who all flashed out and leaped into the fray. The entire valley was filled with a scent of blood and violence.
Qingyao and Wuqing fought Hua Wenbo together.
This man's martial arts were indeed formidable, his moves insidious and vicious. However, killing Qingyao would not be easy.
Because Wuqing's martial arts were formidable, if they combined their strength, they could completely subdue him. The thought struck Qingyao, and she turned to look at Wuqing, speaking in a deep voice.
"Wuqing, do not harbor any hope or pity. We must capture him and force him to hand over the antidote, or even get his blood."
With his blood, perhaps the elders of the Huajiang tribe might find a way to cure it.
Qingyao could see that Wuqing was not using his full strength, and if this continued, they would be the ones at a disadvantage. They were hesitant to strike ruthlessly, while this man attacked with all his might.
As Qingyao spoke, she was caught off guard. The man struck with lightning speed. Qingyao dodged sharply, only to realize it was a feint. The second strike was even faster than the first.
His large hand, shaped like a claw, attacked again, grasping Qingyao's neck. At the same time, Wuqing's Heavenly Silkworm Silk wrapped around his neck. The surroundings fell into an eerie silence.
A deathly silence.
Mochou and Mouyou cried out in horror simultaneously, "Miss!"
In the darkness, another piteous voice also sounded, "Mother."
It was Xiaoyuer, who had been hiding in the corner. Fearing she would become a target due to her weakness and cause her mother to be injured, she never expected her mother to be captured. Unable to bear it any longer, she cried out.
On the other side, Hua Wenbo's subordinates were also greatly alarmed and shouted in unison, "Master!"
A smile flickered across Hua Wenbo's extraordinarily handsome face. He raised his other hand to stop them from approaching, turned to Wuqing, and spoke with a smile, showing no fear.
"My son, I know you've always hated me. Now is your best chance. You know that your Heavenly Silkworm Silk is much faster than my hands. As long as you are ruthless enough to kill me, then I won't be able to harm her at all, will I?"
Everyone present understood this truth. The Heavenly Silkworm Silk was as fast as lightning and as sharp as a knife. No matter how strong this man's hand strength was, it could not be faster than the power of the Heavenly Silkworm Silk.
If Wuqing truly wanted to kill him, he would surely die today with no chance of survival.
Mochou quickly turned to look at Young Master Wuqing and pleaded softly, "Young Master, you must save Miss, save her!"
Xiaoyuer wailed even more pitifully, "Wuqing, you must save my mother, or I will never acknowledge you again! You must save her, kill that heartless dog of a man!"
Mist gathered in Wuqing's eyes, his hand trembled slightly, and the Heavenly Silkworm Silk stirred. Others might not notice, but Hua Wenbo would, and he smiled even more gently.
"My good son, this is your opportunity."
His subordinates did not ease their grip. Qingyao's face turned purplish, and her breathing became difficult. Wuqing suddenly shouted, "Let her go, and I'll let you go."
Hua Wenbo turned and saw Wuqing's face turn green and white. The grip on his hand suddenly relaxed slightly, but he continued to smile at his son throughout, seeming to disregard his threat entirely. A smile touched his lips, and he spoke with a devilish arrogance.
"Wuqing, you can't bring yourself to kill me, but I can kill her easily. However, since she is the one my son likes, how could I possibly kill her?"
Wuqing's dark eyes widened, trembling slightly, even his lips quivered.
Qingyao finally regained her breath. Her sharp, dagger-like eyes shot at Hua Wenbo, and she couldn't help but ask, "Wuqing is your son, how can you bear to place a curse on your own son? The ancients said that even a tiger does not eat its cubs. Are you less than a beast?"
Hua Wenbo withdrew his gaze from Wuqing, his face appearing thoughtful and filled with amusement.
"What is it about you, woman, that makes my son defy my orders time and again for you? And a few days ago, I created such a good opportunity for him, and he didn't even know how to seize it."
As Hua Wenbo spoke, a spark of anger flashed in his dark eyes, and he stared sinisterly at Qingyao.
Qingyao didn't understand what he meant, but Wuqing did. He quickly interjected, "You're crazy! Ji Xue is my own sister. You want her to marry me? That's incest!"
Hua Wenbo was provoked by his words. In the darkness, his exquisite face suddenly contorted with ferocity.
"Who told you to marry her for real? Just enter the palace first under the guise of the main consort. Once inside the palace, she's eliminated, and you'll be supreme. Then the Danfeng Kingdom will be yours. And you actually gave up such a good opportunity for this woman!"
Wuqing did not agree with him, "You forgot, Danfeng doesn't only have Prince Ji Xue. There are other imperial daughters below."
"Imperial daughters? As long as you enter the palace, I'll make sure those imperial daughters cease to exist."
His tone was sinister and venomous, without a trace of sympathy. Human lives were like dust in his eyes, which was why he faced his own father's suicide with equanimity and placed a curse on his son without remorse, all for his own supreme status and lifelong favor.
"Why? You already hold a high position. Why do you still desire more?"
Wuqing struggled in pain, hatred rising in his heart. His grip tightened, and the sharp gleam of the Heavenly Silkworm Silk coldly pierced Hua Wenbo's skin. He suddenly burst into maniacal laughter.
"Good, let me witness the spectacle of a son killing his father!"
As his voice fell, Wuqing's hand trembled even more violently. In the moment of his hesitation, Hua Wenbo quickly pulled Qingyao back, spun, and retreated, completely breaking free from the control of the Heavenly Silkworm Silk. He had lost his best opportunity, yet Qingyao remained in Hua Wenbo's grasp.
At this moment, Xiaoyuer couldn't help but shout at him, "Why? Why did you let him go? You'll cause my mother harm!"