Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 481 - 480: The Blue-faced Disaster, Must Not Stay!

Chapter 481: Chapter 480: The Blue-faced Disaster, Must Not Stay!

Tie Xin, though also very uneasy, looked at Long Xinghe with eyes filled with a hint of anger.

"Do you mean to say the Grand Princess intends to take both Prince Xuan and our master into her grasp?"

"What are you talking about?" Long Xinghe was startled, he... had actually heard that!

"Our master and Prince Xuan share a brotherly bond, deep in fellowship. How could the two brothers possibly share... share..."

Tie Xin couldn’t bring himself to finish, but his face had already turned a deep red.

Long Xinghe shoved him aside in a panic, "Wuya, I... listen to me explain!"

She quickly chased after him, but Feng Wuya’s qinggong was incredibly good!

In the blink of an eye, he really vanished without a trace!

Long Xinghe’s light skills were not remarkable; she had only arrived in this era not long ago, and even if she wanted to learn qinggong, she couldn’t master much of it for the time being.

"Where could Wuya have gone? You must tell me."

Long Xinghe turned around, hurried over to Tie Xin, and pressed him: "Your master has gone, and you’re not rushing to pursue him?"

"With the master’s exceptional qinggong, where could I possibly pursue him?"

However, it seemed Tie Xin had already decided to leave; if it weren’t for Long Xinghe’s return, he would have left by now.

"Could Wuya have returned to the Prince Residence?"

"That’s impossible, General Wei Qiong towards the master..." Tie Xin said angrily, "The master would never go back on his own, unless Miss Chu returned!"

"Then where could he go?"

"I don’t know!" Tie Xin pushed her away, angrily said, "I must go look for the master right now!"

With that, he didn’t wait for Long Xinghe to respond and immediately ran towards the back door of the Princess Residence.

"Princess!" Jiang Tao hurried over, frowned at the sight of Tie Xin’s retreating figure: "This person is too impudent. Should we arrest him?"

He had dared to push their princess, it’s as if he’s tired of living!

"No need to bother with him, hurry! Bring people to find Wuya!"

Long Xinghe thought it over, but still had no clue where Feng Wuya could be at this moment.

Finally, she turned and walked towards the door: "I will search for him myself!"

...

The night was deep, and all was quiet.

Long Tianliu’s bedroom was so silent at the moment that the drop of a silver needle on the floor could almost be heard.

Outside stood the guarding maid servants.

The Empress’s maid servants were all experts.

Yet when that white-cloaked figure flashed by, those several experts still fell silently.

His martial arts were seldom used in the open.

But how could the son carefully raised by Consort Yu for more than twenty years be any less formidable?

Shortly after, that white-cloaked figure landed lightly in front of the screen.

Holding a long sword, he walked behind the screen, but instead of immediately assassinating the person on the bed, he stared at her for a while.

Finally, he spoke in a deep voice, "Your Majesty the Empress, have you awoken?"

Long Tianliu turned over on the bed before slowly opening her eyes.

Seeing the figure in front of her bed, she felt somewhat complex emotions, yet there was not much shock or surprise.

"Why didn’t you kill me while I was sound asleep? Waking me up, aren’t you afraid of being killed in return by me?"

She sat up, her gaze intently fixed on the man’s face.

Through the gauze canopy, his face seemed all the more elusive.

Lifting the canopy revealed the face clearly within her line of sight.

Long Tianliu sighed inwardly.

Such a breathtakingly beautiful man, how rare is it to see one in this world?

"Outside are all my people. With a mere whisper from me, imperial guards would immediately break in."

Her gaze firmly locked onto him, without much anger, but rather some confusion.

"Wuya, you haven’t answered me yet. You want to kill me, yet why wake me?"

"I despise taking advantage at one’s weakest," Feng Wuya said coldly.

He gripped the long sword tightly and took slow steps forward.

Although he moved slowly, the distance did not hinder his ability to strike.

With just one leap, he could instantly appear before Long Tianliu.

"Wuya, why do you seek to kill me?" Long Tianliu seemed indifferent to his approach.

"Ever since Ziyue entered the palace, she has never come out. What have you done to her?"

"You’ve come for Long Ziyue?" This was somewhat unexpected to Long Tianliu.

"She is my friend, as well as Ali’s life-and-death companion! You’ve imprisoned Ali and harmed Ziyue, I will not let you go!"

Feng Wuya was unusually talkative tonight.

With a swoosh, he raised his sword, pointing the tip directly at Long Tianliu’s face.

"Long Tianliu, your life is forfeit!"

Long Tianliu remained motionless, staring at the long sword that had suddenly arrived in front of her.

But just as the sword tip was about to pierce her, she suddenly raised her hand, catching it between her fingers.

The sword tip was unexpectedly trapped between her fingertips, unable to move any further.

"You only used thirty percent of your strength, are you trying to test my martial arts, or could it be that you’re reluctant to kill me?"

Long Tianliu still sat bolt upright.

Feng Wuya’s forehead began to show a trace of perspiration.

Initially, he truly had only used thirty percent of his power.

But the moment the sword tip was trapped, he had already driven fifty percent of his strength onto the blade.

Yet for Long Tianliu, it was still utterly useless!

Not even a single scratch!

Feng Wuya’s expression shifted slightly, and with a sudden exertion of strength in his grip, eighty percent of his power surged towards Long Tianliu’s face.

Long Tianliu still did not move an inch, and the Protective Gang Qi surrounding her body, feeling the sword Qi bearing down on her face, expanded instantly.

Feng Wuya felt numbness in his grip, his whole body’s meridians felt as if they had been abruptly severed.

In just an instant, his face turned as pale as paper, and opening his mouth, he spurted out a mouthful of fresh blood.

His tall figure was sent flying by Long Tianliu’s Protective Gang Qi.

Crashing against the screen, he fell to the ground along with it, unable to get up for quite some time.

Blood trickled from the corner of his lips, staining his pale face and silver hair.

The sight of him injured was so beautiful that it looked like a white lotus drenched in fresh blood.

"Your Majesty!" Hearing the commotion, the guards of Anshang Palace immediately rushed over.

They were about to apprehend the assassin.

But Long Tianliu ordered sternly, "Do not hurt him!"

Anshang Palace came to a sudden halt, only then noticing that the person on the ground was the stunningly beautiful man with white clothes and silver hair, Feng Wuya!

"Prince Xiaoyao?" Anshang Palace was utterly astonished. "You... You actually attempted to assassinate Her Majesty!"

Instantly, his face turned ashen!

"Your Majesty, this man harbors ill intentions and cannot be spared! Let me kill him!"

"No." Long Tianliu stood up and slowly walked towards Feng Wuya.

Feng Wuya was still struggling, trying to get up.

But having been shaken by Long Tianliu’s Gang Qi, he now lacked even the strength to rise.

This body of his, already carrying many injuries, was now even more severely wounded, much worse than an average person.

Yet he still gripped the long sword tightly, unwilling to let go despite the intense pain in his hand.

Long Tianliu approached him without showing any emotion and was about to squat down.

Anshang Palace panicked, "Your Majesty, he has a sword in hand, be careful!"

They had long known that Feng Wuya harbored no good intentions towards Her Majesty, and they had come to Longteng to join forces with Prince Ding to deal with Her Majesty!

This man could not be spared!

Anshang Palace’s palm gathered True Qi, disregarding Long Tianliu’s obstruction, and struck towards Feng Wuya’s chest...

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