Translator: Flying Lines
It was late at night and they were in a remote, tranquil courtyard where maids hardly ever visited, so Murong Xue was on her own.
When Murong Xue suddenly felt a gust of heat from Gong Qianyu around one meter away, she subconsciously looked up at him and said, “Your Highness, are you suppressing the effect with your internal force?”
“I’ve been trying,” Gong Qianyu said in a hoarse and lustful voice when he looked at Murong Xue with his mysterious eyes. “You alright?”
“Yeah!” Murong Xue smiled faintly. Being tortured by the strong power of the incense, how could she possibly feel alright?
Gong Qianyu’s gaze turned sharp before he moved to Murong Xue slowly and pressed his hand against her back. Instantly, warmth current flowed into her body and reached the bones, incessantly suppressing the overwhelming power of the incense.
“Your Highness!” Murong Xue looked at Gong Qianyu with surprise. Also tortured by the incense, he could overcome its effect. How was he still able to transfer his internal strength to her?
“You’re not as serious as I am, that’s why I transferred my strength to you, so a cold bath might be enough to detoxify your body, after which you can go get help for me,” Gong Qianyu said gloomily with sincerity in his misty eyes.
Instantly, Murong Xue was overwhelmed with a strange feeling, since Gong Qianyu sacrificed himself to save her though he had met her only several times. “Let me help you to the cold pool,” Murong Xue said.
The cold water could detoxify her body in a minute.
Gong Qianyu said with a gentle smile, “I’m too heavy for you to pull. Just leave me here.”
“Wait until we’ve tried.” Murong Xue said word by word as she stood up slowly, leaning against the wall. She grabbed Gong Qianyu by the arm and pulled him up slowly. The moment he could almost stand up, Gong Qianyu suddenly slid down and lost balance before he bumped against Murong Xue.
Having no time to react, Murong Xue was pushed to the ground, enduring the sharp pain in her arms. She couldn’t help taking a deep breath and knitting her eyebrows tightly.
Gong Qianyu involuntarily rested his head on the shoulder of Murong Xue, whose unique scent mixed with the aroma of fire lotuses found its way to his nostrils. Being mentally disturbed by the incense, Gong Qianyu leaned towards the source of the aroma subconsciously. “Um… Xue…”
Narrowing her eyes, Murong Xue pushed Gong Qianyu away. “Gong Qianyu!”
Her cold angry voice abruptly pulled Gong Qianyu back to his senses. When he looked up, the pretty face of Murong Xue popped up, who was gazing at Gong with glowering eyes.
“My… my apologies…” Gong Qianyu fumbled as he swiftly turned round with a flush. He didn’t mean to do that at all.
“I…I’ll sit right over there…” Gong Qianyu said hastily as he propped himself up and sat straight, but his arms were weakened due to the overconsumption of his internal strength. So he fell down again, right on Murong Xue’s chest after moving away a little bit.
“Gong Qianyu!” With flames of fury in her eyes, Murong Xue rebuked Gong Qianyu and gave him a slap.
“I’m sorry,” Gong Qianyu apologized immediately, blushing. Suddenly, a gust of strong wind hit him heavily on the back when he was about to dodge Murong Xue’s attack.
Narrowing his eyes slightly, Gong Qianyu leaned to one side, and the wind merely grazed his arm, leaving a gash on his sleeve.
It gave Murong Xue a start before she raised her head only to find Ouyang Shaochen walking towards her. He pulled a long face with coldness in his obsidian-like eyes, looking terribly sullen.
With her eyelids twitching fiercely, Murong Xue wondered what had happened to Ouyang Shaochen.
All of a sudden, Ouyang Shaochen abruptly bent his fingers and was about to shoot his internal strength to Gong Qianyu.
Being stunned, Murong Xue stood up with all her strength before she pounced on Ouyang Shaochen hurriedly and grabbed his wrist. “No, stop!”
“Why are you defending him?” Ouyang Shaochen lowered his head slowly to look at Murong Xue with coldness in his obsidian-like eyes.
“No, it’s not like that. You’ve mistaken us.” Murong Xue explained in a hurry, “We were both poisoned by the lust incense.”
“So he can get close to you willingly?” Ouyang Shaochen shot a piercing glare at Murong Xue with his eyebrows knitted. After taking a bath, Ouyang Shaochen went out to look for Murong Xue but saw no one in the courtyard. To his surprise, he found Murong Xue with Gong Qianyu.
“No. He tried to move away. But he his arms were weak, so… It’s just a mistake,” Murong Xue explained anxiously, trying to clear the air.
“Gong Qianyu has excellent martial skills and powerful internal strength. How could a wisp of incense weaken him so seriously?” Ouyang Shaochen retorted coldly. Obviously, he didn’t believe her.
“He’s transferred his internal strength to me…” Murong Xue whispered as she looked at Ouyang Shaochen emotionlessly.
Shocked by her words, Ouyang Shaochen said coldly with a flicker of contempt in his dark eyes, “He’s so nice to you.” Abruptly, he shook off Murong Xue and left in anger.
“Ouch!” Having no time to react, Murong Xue lost her balance and fell straight towards the ground.
Ouyang Shaochen halted with helplessness in his eyes before he reached out to pull her up by the shoulder. Upon snapping his fingers, Ouyang Shaochen directed his internal strength at Gong Qianyu mercilessly.
Being stunned, Murong Xue wanted to stop Ouyang Shaochen but it was too late. Glowering at him, she noticed his internal strength went past Gong Qianyu and hit the corner.
“Ouch!” A man in shabby clothes was thrown several meters away before he fell to the ground heavily, which gave him immediate dizziness and tinnitus.
It gave Murong Xue a shock that they had been spied on. “How long has he been spying on us?”
“He’s just arrived,” Ouyang Shaochen answered blandly with a meaningful look in his eyes.
“What happened?” a panicky voice rang when a guard in patrol ran to them with a sword and a torch in his hands. The guard was followed by a tall man with a flawless face. It was Prefect Duan Wuluo.
“What happened?” Duan Wuluo strode to them. He knitted his eyebrows tightly when he took a look over Gong Qianyu who had misty eyes and a flushed face, the corpse on the ground and the wounded man.
