As soon as the two young masters of the Zhao family left, they became truly lawless.
One lunged forward, kissed the young man's face, saliva slowly trickling down. Then he reached out and touched him. The young man seemed to regain consciousness. He slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw the person pressing down on him, he was utterly stunned.
"Let us brothers have our fun, and then we'll let you go." The soldiers flipped him over and tore off his clothes. The wind blew on his body, and he shivered violently.
"Let… let me go, let me go."
A soldier punched him in the cheek and said, "Make us brothers happy, and you won't die."
"Quickly, hold him down," said the soldier who was on top of the young man.
"Make this lord happy, and this lord will reward you with water to drink."
Seeing that he couldn't move at all, the young man seemed to despair. He no longer struggled, only gazing into the distance. The figure he longed for, the figure he could never forget, slowly appeared before his eyes.
He smiled. She had come to fetch him; she had arrived.
Your Highness, take me away! I am tired, truly tired.
When Xue Xingyue arrived, she saw several soldiers pinning Feng Qing down.
Rage consumed her entire being. Her former comrade, her kin, was being treated like this by others.
She drew her whip and lashed out fiercely at the soldier who was on top of Feng Qing. The whip landed on the soldier's body, instantly creating a bloody gash. The soldier on Feng Qing fell to the ground, spitting blood.
He convulsed a few times, then lay still.
The soldiers' mouths gaped open. As they recognized the newcomer, they were about to speak when the whip struck their mouths. They felt hot liquid spray onto their faces, and the soldiers realized they could no longer speak.
When they touched their mouths with their hands, they found them smeared with blood.
They ran towards where the prisoners were being kept, but before they could take a few steps, they all collapsed to the ground.
Sand blew across their faces, and they felt a chilling cold creeping up on them. Finally, a pair of purple boots appeared in their sight. The boots were exquisite and beautiful, but no one could appreciate them now, for they were their death sentence.
A face, clear and refined, emerged. Her eyes were clear yet icy, and an aura of coldness emanated from her, like a celestial maiden from a snow-capped mountain, noble and inviolable. She stood there, looking down at them, "For how much he suffers, I will make you pay ten or a hundred times more."
Whip after whip, each laden with flesh and blood. Now, that clear and refined countenance was like a demon from hell, her bloodthirsty gaze fixed on them, as if she wanted to tear them limb from limb.
Feng Qing waited and waited. He did not receive the physical torment and pain he expected. He wondered if he had arrived in her realm.
Suddenly, a familiar and distant fragrance reached his nose. He smiled, "Your Highness, you've come to fetch me, haven't you?"
He heard that long-lost voice, "Feng Qing, I am here. I am sorry, I am late."
"No, Your Highness, I have waited for a long time. I don't have to wait anymore."
Suddenly, he felt something cold and liquid flowing onto his face, drop by drop. Some even fell into his mouth, tasting slightly salty yet cool. "Your Highness, what is wrong?"
"Feng Qing, shall I take you home?"
He nodded, "Yes, Your Highness, I want to go home, I want to go home."
"Then it's settled, I'll take you home!"
Xue Xingyue fiercely wiped away her tears, took off her outer garment, and covered Feng Qing's exposed skin. Though it couldn't completely conceal him, it at least covered some of it. She helped Feng Qing up and walked forward step by step.
Not far away, a troop of people stood, led by two young men on horseback.
"Brother." Zhao Han lowered his head, feeling ashamed. He had wanted to stop Zhao Xuan, but he hadn't expected Zhao Xuan to be so well-prepared. By the time he wanted to detain Zhao Xuan, his words had already been revealed.
Zhao Xuan didn't even glance at Zhao Han, moving forward. Zhao Han followed closely behind Zhao Xuan.
The wind howled, clothes fluttered.
She tightly gripped Feng Qing's arm with one hand, supporting his waist with the other.
Lifting her head, she looked at the two men.
Her gaze was clear and resolute, yet decisive and fierce.
For a moment, even though she was alone, she commanded an undeniable presence. The aura emanating from her was that of someone who had emerged from slaughter; her killing intent was such that no one dared to obstruct her.
"I'm taking this person with me." Before Zhao Han could speak, Xue Xingyue had already voiced her intention.
"Miss Xue, this is perhaps..."
"No, you cannot take him," Zhao Xuan said coldly, looking at Xue Xingyue.
Xue Xingyue raised her head, her gaze chilling to the bone, and her tone was icy. "And what if I insist on taking him?"
Zhao Xuan's face darkened. "Then we can only stop you."
Zhao Han looked at his brother Zhao Xuan, then at Xue Xingyue. He dismounted and came to Xue Xingyue's side, saying, "Miss Xue, don't be rash. Let's talk things through properly, you..." Da Feng Novel Network
Unfortunately, before Zhao Han could finish, Xue Xingyue interrupted him. "Jun Han, I must take him, so..."
Zhao Han, with the sword at his throat, looked somewhat disheartened. "Miss Xue, must it be this way?"
"Yes," Xue Xingyue said, without hesitation, word by word.
"Who is he?" Zhao Han asked.
"You don't need to know."
After speaking, Xue Xingyue pressed the sword a little closer to Zhao Han's throat and looked at Zhao Xuan, saying, "Let us go, or I cannot guarantee I won't accidentally injure him."