Chapter 220: Untitled

Slice… What an unoriginal trap.

The wall pulled open and revealed several steps leading into the darkness.

Meng Fuyao remained fearless as she followed the steps up, but she had only gone up several steps when the first thing that entered her line of vision was a white screen with plum blossom embroidery.

Behind the screen, under the dim light of the lantern, she saw the silhouette of a man in white robes, both hands tied high above him. His robes were disheveled and stained with blood, and the rope that bound his hands tightly together had cut into the flesh. Tatters of his robe were dangling, and there were wounds all over his body.

That person seemed to be already unconscious, his head lowered. Long, black hair covered his face.

Meng Fuyao froze.

Was that Zong Yue?

That night when she was eavesdropping in the little cave, the other party had mentioned that they wanted to torture Zong Yue and make him confess to the underground forces established in the other countries. Had Xuanyuan Cheng already made his move on Zong Yue?

Meng Fuyao’s eyes flashed coldly, anger bubbling and threatening to spill over.

However, she did not rush up immediately—the night had been too smooth, too smooth that it aroused suspicion. Xuanyuan Cheng did not look like the kind of person who would only have these few tricks up his sleeve. Now that he had captured Zong Yue, he wouldn’t set only these few defensive measures. Even though the guards and traps were enough to stop a regular martial master, against a special master like her, it no longer had any restrictive ability. Zong Yue had traveled far, and his connections were countless, how could Xuanyuan Cheng not prepare against the possibility of a top expert coming to rescue him?

She stood there silently, looking at the head of the man swaying slightly in the wind, his hands dangling above him as blood dripped all around him… If this was Zong Yue, the trap might be from that point to him.

There were less than ten steps between them, and the ground was smooth, without any crevices. The screen itself looked simple, and it was translucent, eradicating any possibility of a trap installed within it.

Precisely because of that, Meng Fuyao was nearly convinced that there was “definitely nothing suspicious”.

Given the fiery and bloody experience that she had, there was simply no way to believe that there were no traps along this road.

She contemplated for a long time, thinking up countless possibilities and running them through her head. The glow of the moon gradually traveled westward, and fog slowly settled in the room, drifting in the darkness. The man dangling from the top did not move nor react. Meng Fuyao looked at the sky through the window and finally clenched her teeth.

To hell with it! Onwards! Even if there were any traps, why would she be afraid?

She got up and dashed out.

Except that this was the exact moment.

A strange noise suddenly emitted from the opposite direction, and a black dagger suddenly shot out from behind the man, aiming straight for his heart!

The man was tied up and unable to evade as the dagger pierced through his back noiselessly. Blood spurted in all directions as the man’s body bucked forcefully as he raised his head in pain.

His black hair covered his face as he clenched his snow-white teeth, the sound of suffocation gurgling from his throat.

In midair, Meng Fuyao was thunderstruck!

She had witnessed the dagger fly out clearly, and she also saw the spurt of fresh blood. Her mind temporarily went blank as though it had been shattered into a thousand pieces by a sledgehammer, and all logic and calmness left her as unadulterated fear and panic took their place.

How could this happen?

What trap had she triggered?

She had just rushed forward and hadn’t even touched anything, why would the flying dagger trap suddenly be activated?

Zong Yue!

Meng Fuyao lunged forward.

She sprinted forward through the swirling mist, launching herself in midair and catching the man before his feet could touch the ground. She couldn’t think of anything else as she cut the ropes above them and the slightly cold body fell into her arms.

Meng Fuyao hastily cradled his limp body and raised his head to smoothen his messy hair as she called out repeatedly, “Zong Yue… Zong Yue…”

Her voice was suddenly stuck in her throat.

Thereafter, her body was also stuck.

In her arms, the man in the white robes with his hair and body filled with blood had suddenly sealed all her meridians in one fluid movement!

Following that, he raised his head and ran his fingers through his tousled hair, smiling at Meng Fuyao lightly as he said:

“The concubine of Xuanyuan has arrived late, but I forgive you.”

Meng Fuyao nearly had a breakdown…

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Who the hell would have thought that this Rabbit Lord would hide out here and play dead…

What a tragic misunderstanding…

Xuanyuan Ming smiled gleefully as he hugged Meng Fuyao and stepped onto the execution platform, pulling off the fake dagger from his back and discarding the broken bag of chicken blood on his back. He then proceeded to peel off the intricately arranged wounds and smoothly stuffed them into a secret compartment. Meng Fuyao stole a glance only to discover that there were wigs, fake limbs, trick ropes, hundred-treasures box, an expandable and contractible rod, fake arms… It seemed like there was a hidden magician in the imperial palace…

After performing his ultimate trick, the magician looked extremely pleased with his accomplishment, carrying Meng Fuyao into an inner room. The bed looked extremely grand, and on the innermost corner there was another small space, and steam leaked out of it faintly.

The great magician of Xuanyuan gently lay Meng Fuyao on the bed and sat by the side, gathering his thoughts, his long and thin eyebrows scrunched together as his eyes glinted. Like flowing water or a spring wind, his gaze swept over Meng Fuyao’s body, causing goosebumps to erupt all over her body as though a million insects were crawling over her. Not withholding her anger, she glared at him and spat, “If you look one more time, I’ll dig your eyes out!”

It was a pity that an emperor who liked to play dead in the middle of the night was not easily frightened by anyone’s glare, much less Meng Fuyao’s glare. Xuanyuan Min laughed, his red-lined eyes curving into slits as he moved closer to Meng Fuyao. He pointed at the inner room and asked, “Your Grace, shall we take a bath?”

‘Bath your head, I’ll wash off your skin sooner or later!’

However, Xuanyuan Min’s statement earlier was not a question, but rather an order. He smoothly undid Meng Fuyao’s buttons, smiling as he undid them. “Your body is so strange, it’s all soft… Eh, why is this button so hard to undo… Eh, why is there a lump on your shoulder…”

He was just about to tear Meng Fuyao’s clothes when he suddenly stopped and pricked his ears up.

The wind had carried the faint sound of someone’s robes.

He stopped moving and thought for a moment, saying, “Another visitor? Let’s see who we can catch this time?” Thereafter, he stood up and left, closing the door, preparing to play dead again in his hundred-treasures box.

Meng Fuyao lay silently in the dark as she stared upwards helplessly.

Fine… This was the first time the ever-fortunate Lord Meng had been reduced to this state.

Tonight’s carelessness was purely because of the enemy’s emotional manipulation. It wasn’t that she wasn’t alert enough, but rather that she was too concerned with Zong Yue’s safety. Under such circumstances, even the most alert person would rush forward when they saw the person they wanted to save “getting killed”. Who knew that this was all just a bad coincidence that she encountered such a farce.

Wait… Meng Fuyao frowned. Was this really just a coincidence? Was it that she simply bumped into this rabbit lord’s game? If it wasn’t, then this guy was indeed too cunning.

However, if he had intentionally come to wait for her, how did he know that she was coming?

Or… was he originally not waiting for her?

Meng Fuyao sighed. Her shoulder was beginning to feel itchy as a certain Lord crawled out of her collar and propped itself on its fat hind legs, sitting on her chest, matching her gaze.

The two of them began a conversation via eye contact:

“Damn you, keep sleeping, sleep sleep sleep, don’t even know how to warn me when there’s danger!”

“Is this dangerous? What do you know, I am only sensitive to murderous intent, that guy didn’t have any murderous intent towards you.”

“He didn’t have murderous intent, but he had sexual intent!”

“That’s great… If you’re not a virgin then Master won’t want you, then he’ll be mine.”

“… So you’re actually a Lotus number two!”

The two gazes struck each other, igniting little sparks.

However, Yuan Bao deserved to be scolded. It was fortunate that it shared some friendship and experience with Meng Fuyao. Moreover, its master had countless of peach blossoms by his side, even without Meng Fuyao, there would be others after her. From the looks of it, other than her black-heartedness and bad temper, she was different from other women… She was still considered better than other women by a little bit.

Lord Yuan Bao slowly stretched its claws and hit and rubbed on the meridian points as directed by Meng Fuyao’s gaze.

After a while, Meng Fuyao finally stood up and smiled. “You’re pretty fast, much faster than me unblocking my meridians by myself.”

Lord Yuan Bao cast her a withering glance when Meng Fuyao swooped down and stuffed it into her sleeve once more as she stealthily moved to the side of the door and peeked out. Sure enough, Rabbit Lord had hung himself up again.

Honestly speaking, under the dim lighting, those wounds and blood and the dagger all looked incredibly real. The workmanship was truly brilliant, deserving of the best male actor award.

And the sound of the wind had already arrived before her.

The candlelight wavered slightly, and the air shook for a moment as the silhouette of a man in black suddenly appeared on the highest level of the stop steps.

Tall, lean, sharp, simple yet exuding a strange beauty and elegance, his actions alert and calculated, his strength controlled, like a leopard who had emerged from the forest to hunt.

It was the beautiful assassin!

Meng Fuyao stared at the man’s figure. His head was slightly raised as he looked at the Rabbit Lord hanging above. Meng Fuyao noticed the sword at his waist, and her eyes flashed, finally acknowledging that he was the number one most attractive assassin.

That year when they had met in Taiyuan, he had armed himself with that very sword as he welcomed Zhan Beiye’s challenge. The fight between the two of them in the Forest of Death was the first time she had witnessed the ferocity and power of two masters fighting. If not for Zhangsun Wuji dragging her away, she definitely would have continued watching to the very end.

That time, he could be considered to have helped her, and after that at the gates of Xuanyuan, he had taught her his method of crossing the gates. Since he wasn’t an enemy, he was naturally a friend.

Meng Fuyao had never been the kind of person that thought “since I got unlucky I hope you’ll be unlucky too”; she couldn’t imagine how the bed was going to fit three people if the attractive assassin were to be dragged into this small room by the Rabbit Lord.