Chapter 141 (1/2)
Chapter 141
Translator: Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Li Ce was dressed in a flamboyant outfit. His eyes were calm, not even looking at these people in the eye. He looked up towards the bronze platform, raised his leg, and took a steady step forward.
Zhao Chun'er's aides could not bear to see their efforts go up in smoke. They dashed forward to stop him. However, before they had even spoken, before the crowd had time to see Li Ce's actions, the man's throat was slit apart during his brief exchange with Li Ce. The man's eyes widened and he collapsed on the floor. A loud thud was heard and dust scattered in the air.
Li Ce took out a pure white handkerchief, wiped the bloodstains off his wrist, and threw it on the ground. The blood-stained white handkerchief flew in the wind, somersaulting in mid-air.
No one dared to speak, look up, whisper, or even breathe.
Li Ce, who was unruly and lecherous usually, suddenly transformed into another person. The malicious aura and rage on his body was enough to scare the beasts away in a hundred mile radius. The untamed troops of the North Camp did not dare to resist upon seeing such a person.
”Get out of the way!” The pathway in the central street was vacated. Li Ce's fierce-looking subordinates dashed over from afar, wielding knives. Taking one look at them was enough to send shivers up the people's spines.
These people were known as the number one ”ruffian troops” in the mainland. Their title was purely for show, as they had previously lost fights to the troops of the North Camp in the brothels. These were Li Ce's private bodyguards. At this moment, their expressions were serious. Their rows were neat, they had knives in their hands. Determined, they dashed into the crowd.
Li Ce stood on the bronze platform, looking at the soldier from the North Camp that was carrying a torch. He raised the corners of his lips and said in a cold tone, ”Scram!”
The man was shocked and his knees buckled. Obliging, he made his way down from the platform.
”Sorry, I'm late.” As the wind blew, Li Ce's expression was apologetic. He frowned and stared at the young lady, whose face had been bashed up, in front of him. He felt countless stabs to his heart. He untied the woman and embraced her.
Zhao Chun'er, through her messy hair and blood-stained face, stared at Li Ce. A surge of joy rushed through her heart, having escaped death.
Was this person the one she was going to marry?
She was dazed, her brain unable to process things. She only knew that she was going to die, but had been saved by the one she was going to marry. Tears trickled down her face, and she started to wail loudly.
Li Ce frowned, carrying her by the waist and walking down the platform.
Zhao Chun'er had been freed. She held on to Li Ce's waist tightly like an injured animal, her body trembling. However, the next second, the man experienced with love affairs, stopped in his tracks. He looked at her, dazed. He squatted down, half-carrying her in his embrace. He reached out his finger and swept aside her hair covering her face. There was still a lot of blood on her face.
His expression was gentle, seemingly scared of startling anyone. Gently, he asked, ”You? Who are you?”
Zhao Chun'er let out inaudible sounds, unable to speak.
Li Ce realized that her jaw had been dislocated. With a peculiar method, he snapped Zhao Chun'er's jaw back into place. The woman's tears streamed out like a fountain, her sorrow erupting. Crying, she said, ”I'm the eighth princess of Xia, Zhao Chun'er.”
Li Ce was stunned. He looked up and then . His troops were almost about to fight with the North Camp. The civilians knelt on the ground, trembling, and looked towards him. The sky was dark and the winds blew everywhere.
Li Ce gave a heartwarming laugh. He looked down at Zhao Chun'er, and said something that she did not understand. ”I knew it. Who would be able to bully her?”
Subsequently, the Crown Prince of Tang stood up, disregarding the fact that he had a beautiful princess in his embrace. With a thud, Zhao Chun'er fell to the ground and rolled around like a ball.
He stepped over Zhao Chun'er, sprinting towards the two armies at loggerheads. He waved his arms in exaggerated motions, shouting towards the troops from the North Camp, ”Relax, relax. All of you, calm down.” In the blink of an eye, he had reverted back to his original, unrestrained self. He stood in front of the troops, laughed, and said, ”I heard that there was trouble here, so I came to take a look along with them. Don't mind me, carry on! Carry on!”
The mood of the 50,000 troops behind him visibly relaxed, seeing their master's change in expression. They put their arms around their comrades' shoulders, shedding off their orderliness. It was as if what happened just now was a dream.
They walked over joyfully to the troops from the North Camp, patting their shoulders and saying, ”How was it, brothers? Was that intimidating? We practiced for a few months. Haha, isn't that good?”
The liveliness resumed. A group of soldiers ran towards Zhao Chun'er, who had fallen on her head.
The woman looked up and exclaimed in anger, ”I'm the princess of Xia!”
The Xia officials heard the princess's voice. They were stunned and ran towards her, adding to the chaotic situation.
Zhao Chun'er was helped to her feet by the Xia officials. Through the crowd, she saw Li Ce chatting heartily with the soldiers, which was unbecoming of a prince. Thinking about his actions and the words he said just now, everything felt like an arrow that had been stabbed into her heart. She allowed her subordinates to cover her up with a carpet. She bit her lower lip hard, almost causing blood to spurt out.
Chu Qiao, Chu Qiao, how can I not hate you?
The sorrow in her chest sapped all the strength out of her. Her tears had dried up. She looked up slowly at the dark clouds in the sky. She had no strength to shout.