Chapter 47 (1/2)
Chapter 47
Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Although it was just a superficial wound on her neck, it started to bleed again. Chu Qiao shook her head and remarked nonchalantly, ”It's okay. It's just a graze.”
”How could you be so careless?” Zhao Song remarked with concern, frowning. ”I'll fetch a physician right away, this has to be handled properly.”
”No need.” Chu Qiao held him back. ”It's only a small injury. There's no need to make a mountain out of a molehill.”
”No way.” Zhao Song frowned unhappily, but he knew that his words did not carry much weight in the first place. He turned towards Yan Xun and said, ”Prince Yan, what do you think?”
Yan Xun raised his eyebrows slowly, looking at Chu Qiao's pale face. The chemistry between them after all these years allowed Yan Xun to understand what was going on. He did not probe further and only remarked, ”Are you really alright?”
Chu Qiao nodded and said firmly, ”I'm alright.”
Zhao Song looked at the both of them, suddenly feeling alienated from the conversation. He desperately tried to search for a topic, saying, ”Then I'll go get some medicine.” Finishing, he turned and left.
Chu Qiao took a seat, one row behind Yan Xun. She bent forward, whispering, ”It's Zhalu's men. They stole the safe in your camp. I already killed them.”
Yan Xun replied, ”That thing is worthless, it was meant to act as a decoy. Why would you risk your life for it?”
”Zhalu's men are not worthy!” Chu Qiao touched her wound lightly and added, ”There was a small accident. Did any exponent appear in the capital recently?”
”Exponents in the capital?” Yan Xun frowned, struggling to understand what she meant. ”There's no shortage of them.”
”Brother Xun!” A demure voice suddenly sounded. In the crowd, a young lady, dressed in purple from head to toe, surrounded by her servants, approached joyfully. As she neared, the smile on her face disappeared. She stared coldly at Chu Qiao who was seated behind Yan Xun and said with hostility, ”Why is she here?”
Chu Qiao stood up and respectfully bowed, ”Eighth Princess.”
Zhao Chun did not even look at Chu Qiao, and sat down beside Yan Xun. She stated angrily, ”You didn't even come to find me these few days. Is it because she's back?”
Yan Xun got up and stood beside Chu Qiao, remarking plainly, ”Yan Xun feared that he would disturb the princess while she was resting.”
”Oh, now that she's back you call me 'princess'?” She pointed fiercely at Chu Qiao and said in a cold tone, ”Who allowed you, a lowly slave, to enter this place?”
As she uttered these words, Yan Xun gave her a cold look. He frowned and retorted, ”Princess, given your status, how could you swear like this? I brought her here. Don't tell me that you want to chase the both of us out?”
Zhao Chun pouted, her eyes becoming red. She stomped fiercely, not answering Yan Xun. She pointed at Chu Qiao and shouted, ”Just you wait!” Finishing her sentence, she stormed off. The other princesses who followed her all gave Chu Qiao a hostile look and chased after Zhao Chun.
Chu Qiao sighed and remarked deeply, ”Why would you offend her now? I could've just left.”
The man's deep voice was akin to clear spring water flowing down the mountains—slow. He replied, ”I had to tolerate her when I was young because I had no other choice. If I still had to tolerate this kind of behavior now, my efforts all these years would have been in vain.” Yan Xun sat on his seat and took a sip of wine slowly. He was calm and collected, his facial features reflecting his handsomeness. He was dressed in white. Coupled with his jet black hair, he appeared just like a man in a portrait.
At this instant, a gust of wind blew into the tent. Everyone turned their heads in the opposite direction. The curtain of the tent moved. A young man wearing a purplish-white robe walked in. He looked majestic and his eyebrows were like swords. He had a cold look in his eyes and he was the epitome of handsome. He was like a sword that had been brandished, its sharp edges giving off a fearsome aura. However, a bloody scar was on his outstretched neck, which was not befitting of a person who gave off such an aura. Blood oozed from his wound.
Chu Qiao's pupils constricted and she frowned heavily!
”Fourth Master!” Second Prince Wei and the other princes rushed to his side and happily exclaimed, ”It's been seven years. Fourth Master, you look more imposing than ever!”
Zhuge Yue smiled and greeted everyone individually. He was gentlemanly in his actions, laughing and chatting with the crowd. He was no longer the paranoid and suspicious loner he was back then. In seven years, he had turned from an ordinary sword into a precious one, capable of giving off his radiance anytime.