The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife
Chapter 129: The Unending Contest

Chapter 129: The Unending Contest

The White-Browed Priest clutched his chest, feeling an unbearable discomfort, as if being gnawed by ants.

He took a few deep breaths, and the pain subsided slightly.

However, the backlash he suffered had affected his immediate use of techniques, rendering them useless.

He gazed at the formation above, which had been broken by those who had breached the seal, slowly dissipating.

Helplessly, he sighed, "I have failed..."

Prince Qi was astonished and asked, "Even the curse formation set up by the National Teacher has failed? What about Immortal nun Zhou? Doesn’t she have a backup plan?"

"She broke the formation in her dream, so I believe Min’er has failed also," the White-Browed Priest replied.

"Otherwise, she would have already perished in the place where souls are sealed, and the formation would not have changed."

He truly began to see Chu Nanli in a new light.

Prince Qi’s face turned cold.

He never expected to invest so much effort and yet achieve such a result!

The White-Browed Priest advised, "Your Highness, this woman is unfathomable. It would be best not to make an enemy of her."

"You’re retreating now, Daoist? Weren’t you studying the Nine Dragon Star-Slaying Formation?" Prince Qi said.

"Temporary failure does not mean future failures."

The White-Browed Priest paused for a moment, his expression slightly cleared.

"You are right, Your Highness."

It seemed that the contest between him and Chu Nanli would not come to an end until one of them perished.

Zhenbei Marquis Mansion.

At the same time, the seal in the forbidden place was broken, causing the surroundings to distort.

Ye Siheng and Nanli were holding hands, but a violent impact separated them.

Ye Siheng’s head felt heavy, and he opened his eyes. B

efore him was Nanli’s delicate face.

She blinked her watery eyes, relieved to see Ye Siheng awake.

She grinned, "Luckily, I noticed that old Daoist tampering with the formation. If I had made a mistake, we would have been trapped there forever."

Ye Siheng propped himself up.

After being unconscious for a while, he felt some stiffness in his limbs but easily embraced her.

"Don’t do this again," he muttered.

He didn’t want to see her in danger.

Their wrists were still connected by a red thread.

Nanli, in his embrace, felt warmth enveloping her entire heart.

It was a strange feeling—familiar yet longing for more.

"Don’t worry, I was confident before I went in to save you," Nanli said. "His curse formation wasn’t that difficult."

Ye Siheng didn’t know if she was telling the truth or trying to comfort him, but after this experience, he finally realized how much he cared for her.

He didn’t want her to get hurt and couldn’t bear to see her in danger.

He just wanted to protect her.

Cough, cough, cough...

A cough sounded from behind them.

They separated immediately.

It was Marquis Zhenbei, who had heard the noise and come to check.

Seeing the two awake but entangled, he blushed.

Marquis Zhenbei congratulated happily, "My Lord, you have finally awakened. The Emperor will surely be delighted! Ah, this is all thanks to Miss Chu."

The formation lost its effect.

Ye Siheng stood up from the formation, his noble and imposing demeanor unchanged. He helped Nanli up and carefully brushed off the dust from her clothes.

Nanli bowed to Marquis Zhenbei in gratitude, "Thank you for your assistance, Marquis Zhenbei."

She knew she was being targeted, so she specifically used the teleportation charm to bring Ye Siheng here. She believed that the Yu Palace and Marquis Anyang’s residence were currently under attack, and by being here, they had managed to avoid a disaster.

Marquis Zhenbei waved his hand, "No need for thanks. I am overjoyed to be able to contribute in some way."

Although he kept saying there was no need, Ye Siheng still followed the proper etiquette to express his gratitude.

Marquis Zhenbei’s smile became even more radiant.

Nanli tidied up the talismans in the room, and as for the formation on the ground, Marquis Zhenbei would have someone clean it up.

On their way, they heard news of an attack on Marquis Anyang’s residence.

Nanli urged the coachman to speed up.

She pursed her lips, wishing she had used the teleportation talisman earlier.

However, she had exhausted a lot of energy when she set up the formation in her dream.

Even if she could use the teleportation charm, she couldn’t bring anyone with her.

With this in mind, she obediently sat in the carriage.

Ye Siheng’s gaze remained fixed upon her.

Nanli’s cheeks blushed slightly as she glared at him, "You’ve been staring at me since we got on the carriage. Have you had your fill?"

Her voice carried a hint of coquettishness, like that of a young girl.

Ye Siheng grasped her hand, "When I was unconscious, I was actually having a beautiful dream."

Nanli was reminded of the dream where they had a happy family, her lips twitched, and she hurriedly said, "Enough, I already know!"

With her words, Ye Siheng found it difficult to continue speaking.

They soon arrived at the Anyang Marquis’s residence.

Numerous assassins and guards lay dead or injured, and everyone was busy with the aftermath.

"Father!" Nanli entered the gates and saw Chu Hanlin safe and sound, calling out in relief.

Upon hearing his daughter’s voice, Chu Hanlin almost burst into tears.

In front of the guards and subordinates, he held back and said, "Li’er, you’ve succeeded."

Throughout his fight with the assassins, he had been worried about his daughter’s safety.

Now, he could finally set his heart at ease.

He looked up at Ye Siheng, still with a unfriendly expression.

After all, his daughter had risked her life for Ye Siheng.

How couldn’t Ye Siheng understand Chu Hanlin’s thoughts?

He said solemnly, "Lord Marquis, with Nanli’s sacrifice for me, I will always remember it. In the future, I will also be willing to do anything for her, without any regrets."

With such a solemn promise, Chu Hanlin remembered that Ye Siheng had fallen into a coma because of his own son.

His expression improved significantly.

Ye Siheng still needed to enter the palace to put Emperor Muwu’s mind at ease.

Nanli, on the other hand, stayed at the marquis’s residence and brought all her family members back.

Fortunately, the assassins had seen that the inner courtyard was empty and left, so there was no need to clean up much in the inner courtyard.

The Old Madam and the others had obviously encountered such incidents before, so their expressions remained unchanged.

As for Chu Hanming, he wasn’t too panicked.

Instead, it was Chu Nanying who was young and bedridden all year round.

When she saw the blood in the courtyard, her face immediately turned pale.

Chu Hanming hurriedly had someone call Nanli.

Chu Nanying showed signs of fainting, and after Nanli administered acupuncture and gave her a heart-strengthening pill, her condition stabilized.

Chu Hanming couldn’t help but mutter, "Ying’er has a weak constitution, how could she bear to see blood? Ah, who should we blame for this?"

Nanli was about to apologize when the Old Madam preemptively said, "No one wanted such a thing to happen. Ying’er has already recovered after her previous recovery period, but she still needs to move around a bit. She can’t be too weak in the future."

Chu Hanming scoffed at these words, "Mother, that doesn’t make any sense. How can Ying’er, with her frail body, move around?"

Nanli interjected, "Second Uncle, when Seventh Sister moves around, her qi and blood circulation will improve."

After experiencing the previous incident, Chu Hanming didn’t listen to the Old Madam’s words, but he wouldn’t ignore Nanli’s words.

"Yes, yes, yes, I will let her go out more often from now on."