She Holds the World After Being Reborn
Chapter 156: You, Caring for This Palace

Chapter 156: Chapter 156: You, Caring for This Palace

Yan Wanqing, upon seeing Xiao Hongshen, became completely on guard.

With a hoarse voice, she said, "Prince Seven really has some nerve, daring to chase after me alone."

Xiao Hongshen snorted coldly and swept his eyes over Yan Wanqing, "In your current state, you’re no match for me."

"I can’t beat the person by your side, but that doesn’t mean I can’t beat you." Yan Wanqing drew her Soft Sword from her waist, its blade thin as a cicada’s wing shimmering with a cold light under the moon, her eyes eerily sinister behind the Ghost Face mask.

Seeing this, a hint of wariness flashed in Xiao Hongshen’s eyes. He smirked, "Just a rat that shuns the light, daring to put on such airs," and with that, he suddenly thrust his hand in an attack.

Yan Wanqing dodged in a flash, but she took a blow to the back, the blood she had been choking on instantly spraying from her throat!

Only to see a trail of blood splattered on the wall.

Using her body’s flexibility, she quickly turned around, dodging Xiao Hongshen’s second wave of attacks.

Looking at the bloodstains on the wall, Xiao Hongshen disdainfully said, "You’re already seriously injured. If you know what’s good for you, surrender quietly, or I will lose my patience and might just end up killing you outright."

"Prince Seven is in the mood to chase me even under these circumstances," Yan Wanqing spat out the congestion in her chest, feeling much better. With a cold laugh, she observed Xiao Hongshen, "The Emperor will be utterly shocked by your actions tonight. I believe you won’t have to wait until dawn for your good days to be over."

"So what?" Xiao Hongshen was not afraid at all.

Yan Wanqing slightly frowned. Was it because of the person who had been by his side earlier?

She felt an inexplicable familiarity with the man in the Taoist robe.

This familiarity felt like...

"Filthy rat, always hiding behind a mask, I want to see what kind of face lies beneath this mask!" Xiao Hongshen turned his hand into a claw and attacked Yan Wanqing.

Yan Wanqing drew out her Soft Sword, unhesitatingly striking back.

Her martial strength had almost fully recovered. Although she had been severely wounded by that person earlier, right now, she didn’t regard Xiao Hongshen highly.

"Since you’ve delivered yourself to me, it would be rude not to take your life!" A smile crept across her lips beneath the mask, the intensity in her eyes deepening as her moves grew even more aggressive.

Xiao Hongshen had not anticipated that someone who was barely breathing just moments ago would now be fighting like a madwoman, frantically parrying as he frowned.

"Prince Seven, has anyone ever told you that your face is extremely annoying?" Yan Wanqing swiftly raised her hand and fiercely slapped his face.

The crisp smack was strikingly discordant in the midst of the battle.

Xiao Hongshen’s murderous intent surged: "I want you dead!"

"What a coincidence, so do I." Yan Wanqing no longer concealed her murderous aura and launched a fierce attack. Xiao Hongshen was no match for her and was quickly overpowered, retreating continuously as his clothes were ripped and blood quickly seeped through.

Kill him!

Kill him!

Yan Wanqing’s eyes turned blood-red, her vendetta from past and present nearly satisfied with his death, her life would be much smoother without him!

She slammed Xiao Hongshen against the wall and reached out to tightly grasp his throat.

Up close, Xiao Hongshen realized how frail and delicate she appeared.

But now, he was in no position to observe any further details.

The constriction in his throat, the suffocating feeling, caused Xiao Hongshen’s eyes to uncontrollably roll up.

Could it really be the end here?

Yan Wanqing’s eyes were bloodshot as she squeezed harder, her chest filled with hatred finding explosive release.

She was finally about to kill him!

"Let him go!" Suddenly, a woman ran over from the side.

Yan Wanqing, wearing the Ghost Face mask, remained unmoved as she slightly turned to see Li Chengyuan in luxurious attire.

It was an unexpected person.

Li Chengyuan was panting slightly as she frowned and repeated herself, "Let him go! Do you know who he is? He is—" the seventh Prince of Dawei, the future Emperor!

Li Chengyuan’s words weren’t even fully out.

What responded to her was a gust of strong wind.

Li Chengyuan narrowly dodged it.

Only to hear that detestable Ghost Face, his voice hoarse and grating as if coming from hell.

"Keep babbling, and I’ll kill you too."

"Get lost!"

Yan Wanqing grew impatient, she flung a dagger from her sleeve toward Xiao Hongshen’s chest. The dagger had sunk in slightly when the pain awoke Xiao Hongshen, who suddenly burst out with a desire for life, fiercely opened his eyes, and used both hands to resist Yan Wanqing’s advance.

Yan Wanqing’s eyes were like torches.

Tonight, since Xiao Hongshen had fallen into her hands, he must die!

"Prince, I’m here to save you!" Behind her, Li Chengyuan shouted, suddenly tearing the hem of her dress to reveal her long, fair legs. She pulled a hairpin from her head and swiftly leaped forward.

Yan Wanqing didn’t even consider Li Chengyuan a threat, and with a simple push of her hand—but what she didn’t anticipate was!

Li Chengyuan twisted away at an extremely tricky angle, and in an instant, tapped a spot on Yan Wanqing’s spine, feeling a numbness spread all over her body. In the blink of an eye, she had pushed Xiao Hongshen to the side.

The dagger fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Yan Wanqing’s eyes darkened as she stared dead at Li Chengyuan.

"Underestimating someone comes with a price," Li Chengyuan said, as arrogant and annoying as ever.

With the laughable hairpin in her hand, she successfully blocked all the subsequent attacks from Yan Wanqing.

The movements and techniques were tricky and unusual, clearly not standard moves.

Yan Wanqing, already injured, coupled with the earlier struggle with Xiao Hongshen, now found herself extremely irritated by Li Chengyuan’s flurry of attacks, her blood churning, a taste of blood rising again in her throat.

Li Chengyuan sensed she had managed to frustrate her opponent.

She stood in front of Xiao Hongshen protectively, like a hen shielding her chicks.

"Do not be afraid, Your Highness. I will definitely protect you and won’t let this monstrous thing harm you!"

Monstrous thing?

Yan Wanqing was nearly laughed to anger.

Footsteps sounded from afar, Yan Wanqing picked up the Soft Sword from the ground, the corners of her eyes bloodshot.

It seems she couldn’t kill Xiao Hongshen today.

Such a pity...

She looked deeply at him one last time, then turned and with a tap of her foot, leaped onto the wall.

Li Chengyuan chased a few steps: "Stop!"

"Do not chase," Xiao Hongshen, enduring the pain in his throat, said hoarsely.

Only then did Li Chengyuan stop, returning to his side: "If I had come sooner, Your Highness wouldn’t have been so gravely hurt."

As she spoke, her eyes reddened, and tears fell.

The wound on Xiao Hongshen’s chest was not deep, but it bled a lot, looking rather scary.

Given the situation, seeing Li Chengyuan cry for him still made him pause.

Xiao Hongshen slowly stretched out his hand and with the back of it, wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes.

"...Are you feeling sorry for me?"

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