Chapter 435: The Situation Changes

Princess Yuan Qing has already been forced into a desperate situation by Xiao Yin; she has liked Xiao Yin for so many years, yet in the end she meets this fate.

I never expected that when I saw Xiao Yin again, I would receive such heartless and unjust words from him.

She has long gone mad, and no longer cares about anything else.

Princess Yuan Qing raised the sword in her hand and thrust it toward Xiao Yin's chest.

Xiao Yin sidestepped to avoid it, raised his hand and knocked the sharp sword from Princess Yuan Qing's grasp, then passed the sword to Ling Feng beside him.

Ling Feng hurriedly caught it in his hand, and Princess Yuan Qing was instantly stunned by Xiao Yin's maneuver.

Only then did Princess Yuan Qing regain her senses; this side-sword she always carried had originally been personally forged for her by her father the emperor.

She always carried it with her whenever she went out, but this time Xiao Yin forcibly took it away.

Xiao Yin backhandedly grabbed the lunging Princess Yuan Qing, then with a strong pull he heard two cracks, and both of her arms were dislocated by him.

Instantly her whole body went limp like a marionette, she stumbled back a few steps unnaturally, and with a plop collapsed to the ground.

"You… what are you doing? Give my sword back!"

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Xiao Yin laughed, took the sword that Princess Yuan Qing had thrust at him from Ling Feng's hand, then lightly said: "Thank you, Princess; I have long wanted to keep your sword, and I didn't expect you to personally deliver it tonight, saving me a trip to the Bei Di Yi Guan."

Princess Yuan Qing looked at Xiao Yin in disbelief, suddenly realizing that the words he had just spoken to her were actually meant to provoke her into madness so she would stab him.

It turned out Xiao Yin only wanted to take her sword; she instantly felt overwhelming panic.

"Do you know I would come tonight?"

Xiao Yin examined the precious sword in his hand closely, his expression turning extremely cold: "I didn't know, but since you came of your own accord, I will take this sword."

Xiao Yin returned the sword to Ling Feng, then looked at Princess Yuan Qing on the ground, his face darkening: "Let me say this one more thing: compared to Gu Jiu Ling, you aren't even worthy to carry her shoes."

"Don't think that as a foreign princess everyone must make way for you; you're not gold, so not everyone has to like you."

"Moreover, don't overestimate yourself; when we clashed in the borderlands, your tactics were utterly trash—just that your status as a little princess of Bei Di made them indulge you, not that you're actually strong."

"Furthermore, your swordsmanship is completely worthless; having stayed too long in a golden cage, you imagine yourself supreme under heaven—keep dreaming."

Xiao Yin gave a light chuckle, his gaze toward Princess Yuan Qing already filled with frost.

He clenched his teeth and coldly laughed: "Now that you are sharing a room with my nephew, like dry tinder meeting fire, and your marriage alliance has even received the emperor's sanction—what a glorious affair. Naturally I will reserve such glory for my good nephew."

"By the way, before Xiao Wei became a eunuch he still had some bad habits; as his wife you'll have to gradually endure them. Come! Take Princess Yuan Qing away, and also…"

Xiao Yin slowly bent down to look at the ashen-faced Princess Yuan Qing: "If you ruin this marriage alliance, when you return to Bei Di you will know your own fate and situation."

"I've heard your royal brother's situation isn't great either; with so many enemies across Bei Di, if you, this pawn, can't fulfill your role, consider how your royal brother might deal with you—think about it well."

Xiao Yin ordered the guards on both sides to drag Princess Yuan Qing out; she suddenly flew into a rage, turned her face away, and shouted at Xiao Yin.

"Xiao Yin, don't think you can toy with everyone in the palm of your hand; you previously feigned poisoning, then later deceived the emperor—each of your crimes deserves death, aren't you afraid at all?"

I will now report to the emperor, let him punish your crime, let him flay your skin, and bind you to the execution rack for three thousand six hundred cuts…

Princess Yuan Qing was completely driven mad by anger, and her words became utterly incoherent.

Xiao Yin coldly glanced at Princess Yuan Qing, a hint of mockery and myriad hatred flashing in his eyes.

Ling Feng, standing beside him, was somewhat worried and whispered to Xiao Yin: "Your Highness, what if Princess Yuan Qing really goes to the emperor's side…"

Xiao Yin gave a light chuckle: "Do you think the emperor doesn't know my background?"

"Even if everyone under heaven knows I, Xiao Yin, play the rascal, feign illness and deceive the emperor—so what? What can they do to me?"

Ling Feng was momentarily speechless; if one were to rank the most shameless person in the capital Shang Jing, it would undoubtedly be our own lord.

In this warm pavilion, Gu Jiu Ling also felt uneasy; at this critical juncture, Princess Yuan Qing coming over to cause trouble again—whatever she stirs up, nobody looks good.

Footsteps sounded outside the door; Gu Jiu Ling hurriedly ordered someone to raise the curtain, and saw Xiao Yin walking in holding a sword.

Gu Jiu Ling hurriedly went to meet him: "How is it?"

Xiao Yin placed the sword on the table, then knocked open the hilt; Princess Yuan Qing's sword also had a hidden buckle concealing a narrow compartment.

Xiao Yin looked at Gu Jiu Ling, his eyes full of ridicule: "I've long wanted this sword; I never expected him to actually send it over."

Xiao Yin then tore off a sheet of paper from the desk, wrote a line on it; Gu Jiu Ling hurriedly focused her gaze, and a flicker of surprise involuntarily crossed her eyes.

The paper was neatly written in Bei Di script; Gu Jiu Ling turned her face to look at Xiao Yin.

"You can read Bei Di script?"

Xiao Yin proudly raised his eyebrows at Gu Jiu Ling: "Of course I can; knowing oneself and the enemy ensures victory in a hundred battles!" He added, "How formidable am I, husband?"

Xiao Yin was originally extremely handsome; in the soft candlelight he now showed a touch of frivolity, yet this frivolity on him does not provoke aversion.

Noticing Gu Jiu Ling's gaze was somewhat focused, Xiao Yin lightly smiled at her: "What? Staring at me? As your husband I have many more things to show; when I have free time I'll display them one by one for you, and if you want to see something else you may."

Gu Jiu Ling's lips curled with a hint of mockery, and she did not continue on that topic.

This man always likes to climb up a pole; the higher the pole you give him, the more eagerly he climbs.

Gu Jiu Ling shifted her gaze to that paper: "What does it say?"

Gu Jiu Ling couldn't even make out the Southern Qi script, let alone the Bei Di characters here.

Xiao Yin coldly laughed: "To accuse someone, one need not lack an excuse; since we intend to deal with Bei Di, these few slips of paper, together with Princess Yuan Qing's most precious sword at her side, are sufficient."

He folded the paper with Bei Di script and stuffed it into the sword's hollow, then lifted his head to look out the window.

Outside, a faint wind had already risen; then he looked at Gu Jiu Ling and said: "Just wait and see—things are about to change."