Chapter 246

The Hai hour had arrived. After Nanny Gui looked at her with satisfaction, she draped a crimson cloak over her. After thinking about it, Nanny Gui took a red light gauze and covered it over her head. The thin veil didn't affect Qingfeng's vision, but when others looked at her, it added a bit more charm and curiosity in the haziness.

Nanny Gui sent her out of the Shuqing Pool. A four-person soft sedan chair was already waiting in the courtyard. Qingfeng sat on the soft sedan chair, and four guards lifted the chair and hurried toward the east. Their pace was extremely fast, but fortunately, the soft sedan chair was very stable. Qingfeng didn't feel any bumps. Her hands touched her temples tremblingly, groping for the carving knife hidden in her hair. Her heart was beating wildly at this moment, because she was panicked; the man she was to face tonight was the Qiongyue Emperor who made the Six Kingdoms submit, a cold-blooded tyrant. Also because she was excited; tonight she was to avenge her parents and sisters!

Half an incense stick later, she was carried into a palace. At this time, the night was getting darker. Through the thin light gauze, Qingfeng couldn't see the scenery outside clearly, only vaguely seeing that the front of the main hall was brightly lit. The four people carried the soft sedan chair to the side hall on the right of the main hall. Just as the sedan chair landed, a slender hand pulled aside the curtain of the soft sedan chair, took Qingfeng's hand, and helped her out of the sedan chair.

Those hands were warm and delicate. Qingfeng couldn't help but look at the woman beside her. She was wearing a goose-yellow palace dress, her face was beautiful, not as humble as ordinary palace maids. Her beautiful eyes looked at her for a while through the thin veil, then quietly withdrew her gaze, continuing to help her walk inside as if nothing had happened.

Qingfeng sneered. The palace maids in Yan Hongtian's palace were really different from others! Qingfeng let her help her walk into the hall. In the large room, several palace maids and eunuchs were lighting lamps. Dozens of candles were burning, making it bright enough to see the room clearly at a glance. There were no layers of curtains or screens. Several calligraphy and painting works were hung on the wall. Looking at the painting style and brushwork, they seemed to be from the same person. Inside, there was only a huge bed and two low tables. The floor was covered with pure white blankets. The outer room was also simple, with a table, four rosewood chairs, and several porcelain and wood carvings.

Who would have thought that Yan Hongtian's bedroom would be decorated so ordinarily. Yan Hongtian was not in the hall, which made Qingfeng a little disappointed, but also secretly relieved. The palace maid helped her sit on the bed and retreated to the side silently.

There were several people in the room, but it was so quiet that it seemed as if she were the only one. Qingfeng could hear the sound of her own heart beating. As time passed, Qingfeng's hands also clenched into fists tightly.

"The Emperor has arrived!"

A shrill shout came from afar, and Qingfeng's whole body shook violently. Except for the palace maid who had been standing beside her, who bowed slightly, the palace maids and eunuchs in the hall immediately knelt on the ground neatly and quickly with a "swish," their heads lowered as low as possible, looking humble. Qingfeng took a deep breath secretly, straightened her back, and sat on the bed, neither getting up nor kneeling.

Xiao Yu's beautiful brows raised slightly. This woman's hands were clenched into fists, and her breathing was stagnant. How did she look like she was shy? What was going on with the coldness between her eyebrows? Xiao Yu secretly guessed in her heart, not because she was worried about the Emperor, but just wondering what fun things would happen later.

Before long, the door was slowly pushed open from the outside. A pair of bright yellow boots stepped into the hall. Qingfeng held her breath, staring at that tall figure. The candle fire in the hall was bright, and Qingfeng could clearly see his appearance. Yan Hongtian was younger than she had imagined. His sword-like eyebrows reached his temples, and his high, straight nose made him look arrogant and cold. Even in his own bedroom, his black eyes were still sharp, and his pursed lips were cold without a trace of curvature. He didn't walk over, but sat down casually beside the table. He wasn't wearing a dragon robe or a crown, just a black brocade robe. The awe-inspiring dominance of the ruler of the world already made her unable to breathe.

He was Yan Hongtian!

Yan Hongtian glanced at the woman sitting on the bed without bowing.

Qing Ling. Three years ago, when he went to Haoyue to travel, he saw her by the Yingyue Spring. At that time, she was burying a rabbit that had died after accidentally falling into a trap. Clearly afraid of blood, she was scared out of her wits, but she still insisted on holding the bloody rabbit and burying it in the dirt pit. Her stunning appearance was unforgettable to every man. For him, who had seen too much cruelty and slaughter, her kindness and spirit made him want to collect her. At that time, he had already decided that he wanted this woman.

The Qiongyue triennial celebration was approaching, and Beiqi was coming to pay homage again. State affairs were busy. If it weren't for the Jingshi Hall mentioning her today, Yan Hongtian would have almost forgotten that she had arrived in Qiongyue for more than ten days. To compensate, he had already conferred her the title of Beauty. It seemed that the beauty didn't appreciate it. Far away, separated by the veil, Yan Hongtian could still clearly see a pair of bright eyes staring at him fiercely. Narrowing his black eyes, Yan Hongtian waved his hand slightly, and the palace maids and eunuchs immediately bowed and retreated. Xiao Yu gently closed the door, but didn't retreat, standing quietly by the door.

The imperial head eunuch Gao Jin looked amusedly at the only imperial female official beside the Emperor. Seeing her calm expression, but her body was obviously leaning inward, wanting to hear what was going on inside. Unfortunately, it was silent inside, and there was no sound at all.

In the large room, only Yan Hongtian and Qingfeng were left, one inside and one outside.

"Come here." After a long time, a low voice came from the outer room. Even though it was just two faint words, they carried an irresistible momentum.

Qingfeng took a deep breath secretly and got up to walk toward Yan Hongtian. Although she was wearing an outer robe, her slender legs were still looming in the swaying red gauze. Yan Hongtian's black eyes narrowed slightly, and his cold lips finally raised a trace of curvature.

Under the gaze of those black eyes, every step required courage. Qingfeng held her head high and walked toward Yan Hongtian step by step. She didn't allow herself to have a trace of cowardice in front of him.

Qingfeng walked closer and closer. Through the thin light gauze, Yan Hongtian finally saw those fierce bright eyes, and at the same time saw half of the ruined and hideous face!

Yan Hongtian pulled off the veil on Qingfeng's face. The skin that should have been soft and delicate, and the stunning face, had been uglily covered by two deep, blood-red scars.

Yan Hongtian stood up abruptly, his large hand tightly pinching Qingfeng's chin, and shouted gloomily, "Who hurt your face?"

Her chin was pinched painfully. Qingfeng saw the anger of her own things being ruined in his eyes. Her heart was laughing wildly. Did he think that everything in this world would really go as he wished, and everyone would submit to him? Qingfeng didn't hide the hatred and contempt in her heart and laughed lowly, "Why? Isn't this the face you spent so much effort and snatched? Now you dislike it?"

The mocking whisper was not loud, but it sounded in the silent hall, and every word was clear. Yan Hongtian's face sank. The large hand pinching her chin suddenly moved down, and without any pity, he pinched her neck, his hand slowly tightening, "Who are you?" The pressing violent aura made Qingfeng's heart tremble involuntarily. As long as he wanted, he could strangle her to death at any time. "Speak!"

Her throat was tightly buckled. Qingfeng gritted her teeth stubbornly, refusing to make a sound, let alone beg for mercy. She was very familiar with this suffocating feeling. Anyway, she had already died once, so she wasn't afraid of coming again. In short, she would never submit.

Yan Hongtian's cold brows furrowed tightly. Three years ago, the Qing Ling by the Yingyue Spring was definitely not such a woman. She had a pair of gentle and soft eyes, and when she smiled, it was like the spring breeze in March, making people feel refreshed. The woman in front of him had a stubbornness of not being afraid of death, especially her hateful and cold eyes, as if they were quenched with poison. She was not Qing Ling, but her appearance was 80% similar to Qing Ling. Who on earth was she?

A flash of cold cruelty crossed his black eyes. Yan Hongtian's mouth curled slightly, and his other hand also grabbed Qingfeng's clothes.

Rip—

The sound of brocade tearing sounded in the silent night, like a sharp blade, peeling off Qingfeng's clothes, and at the same time tearing her dignity. His frivolous and wanton gaze lingered on her body, one hand stroking her waist, and the hand pinching her neck also brushed over her right shoulder, stroking her chest?

The coldness of her body was nothing compared to the coldness of her heart. Qingfeng's stiff body trembled. Hadn't she thought of such a moment long ago? What was she afraid of! Wasn't what she wanted for Yan Hongtian to be obsessed with this body, so that she could relax her vigilance and assassinate him? But when it really came to this moment, such a touch was like a cold poisonous snake tightly wrapping around her, disgusting and nauseating. Fear, humiliation, and shame washed over her heart, almost drowning her.

Her delicate, smooth, and flawless skin pleased Yan Hongtian, and her stiff and trembling reaction made him feel even more interesting. His fingers moved teasingly, sliding down her waist, but his black eyes never left her exposed right chest. He had long heard that Lady Qing was a famous tattoo artist in Haoyue. When her three daughters were full-month, she tattooed the last word of their names on their right chests. The strange thing was that the words tattooed on the body couldn't be seen at ordinary times, and could only be seen when the emotions were excited or the body temperature rose. If she was Qing Ling, then the word "Ling" should appear on her shoulder later.

When Yan Hongtian's hand slid down her waist, Qingfeng's brain buzzed, and her blood rushed up instantly. She was unwilling to be humiliated like this. This was more painful than death! Opening her eyes wide, Qingfeng suddenly raised her hand, pulled out the carving knife from her hair, and stabbed it fiercely toward Yan Hongtian's chest.

Qingfeng's movements were done in one go, but Yan Hongtian never expected that she would have a sharp weapon in her hand. The sharp blade struck, and Yan Hongtian was too late to push her away, so he could only turn his body sideways and grab Qingfeng's wrist with his backhand. Although he grabbed Qingfeng's right hand that was committing the crime, the back of Yan Hongtian's hand was still cut by the carving knife, leaving a deep bloody wound. Blood flowed down his wrist, soaking his dark black sleeves.

A bloodthirsty cold light flashed in his dark eyes. Yan Hongtian shouted coldly, "You want to assassinate me?" Or was it that she was an assassin sent by Haoyue? A flash of murderous intent crossed his eyes, and the force in Yan Hongtian's hand became even more ruthless.

Her wrist was clamped by a large hand like an eagle's claw. The extreme pain made Qingfeng's face turn pale in an instant. She bit her lower lip tightly to keep herself from making a sound, and the hand holding the carving knife refused to let go, even though she was already sweating profusely from the pain, and her lips were bitten and bleeding.

(End of chapter)