Chapter 435: Luo'er, another stab upward!

"Miss, you're awake?"

Hearing the clink of teaware from inside the room, a woman rushed in holding a lamp.

Seeing Li Qingluo feeling her way in the dark and standing by the table, the woman jumped in fright.

But once she realized the noble person had awakened, she quickly hurried over, happy, and helped Li Qingluo sit down.

"Miss, you've finally woken up! Don't rush, let me go get you some hot water."

Li Qingluo called out to the woman: "Wait."

"'May I ask, where is this?'"

The woman smiled: "This is Yangzhou City. Miss, you fainted a few days ago and lost consciousness; your people brought you and knocked on my door."

"'Those gentlemen were very generous, giving my household twenty taels of silver.'"

"'They wanted to borrow this courtyard of my home for a few days.'"

"'My husband then took the children and went to stay at my uncle's house, while I stayed behind to look after you, Miss.'"

"'These past few days, feeding you water and medicine, changing your clothes and washing you—all that was done by me.'"

Li Qingluo understood her situation, then let the woman go out to pour water.

After she had taken just two sips, a familiar voice came from outside the window: "Miss, you've finally woken up?"

Li Qingluo: "Don't rush, I'll be out right away."

Li Qingluo put on her outer garment and tied her hair up high with red silk.

When she went out again, the whole courtyard was filled with her assassins.

Each looked at her with eager eyes, holding an excitement rarely seen in daily life.

It seems her coma these past few days has also worried them sick.

Li Qingluo counted them, and not one was missing.

She also let out a sigh of relief in her heart.

"'Besides going to the Jiangjun Fu to report safety, have you also leaked any news about me?'"

Li Qingluo opened her mouth to ask.

"'Sha Yi: Miss, rest assured. Mr. Nan Gongdi and Luo Shenyi have also appeared in Yangzhou City these two days, but our subordinates have not leaked our whereabouts.'"

"'If the miss doesn't speak, the subordinates dare not act rashly.'"

"'Even if Miss Li Qingluo slept for several days and nights without waking, they merely endured, continuing to wait.'"

"'Because before the miss fell asleep, she specifically instructed them: 'Don't panic, I'm just going to sleep.''"

"'This sleep might be a bit long, but in this world there is still no doctor who can cure this ailment of mine, so there's no need to vainly call doctors to come and examine me.'"

"'Unless, it's a shaman named Jinni who comes to find me.'"

"'No one else should be brought before me.'"

"'Furthermore, if Jinni does not come, as long as I still have breath, I am not to be buried.'"

Having said that, she immediately closed her eyes.

It seemed she could no longer endure; as soon as she closed her eyes, she lost consciousness.

This left the assassins stunned.

After shouting several times, they finally confirmed that the miss was indeed asleep……

These past few days, Li Qingluo had no idea how they had come about.

They took turns sleeping and taking turns standing guard in the courtyard.

Each person's worried brows formed the shape of the Chinese character for 'river'.

Although the miss had said her sleep might be somewhat lengthy,

but this is surely too long, isn't it?

The assassins even had that woman check Li Qingluo's breath every day.

Morning, noon, and night—each time they had to check.

Knowing she was still alive only slightly eased their anxious feelings.

But fearing she might starve to death, they still went to gather some herbs that could sustain life and brought them back to boil.

If Li Qingluo still doesn't wake up, I'm afraid each of them will worry themselves gray-haired.

Seeing them all with dark circles under their eyes, Li Qingluo couldn't help but smile.

"'Thank you for worrying for me.'"

"'However, now I'm full of energy; let's first hurry to get things done, you can rest later and it won't be too late.'"

The assassins hurriedly bowed: 'Subordinates await your orders, Miss.'

Just then, the woman came forward holding a tray.

The tray held a bowl of thick vegetable porridge, a steamed bun, and a stack of small dishes.

"'Miss, I see you haven't had a proper meal in several days; how about you eat something first?'"

"'Those gentlemen also gave enough silver, so I feared you might wake at any moment, and the kitchen has been making fresh hot food all along.'"

The assassins also gazed earnestly at Li Qingluo, their unspoken concern filling their eyes.

Li Qingluo was indeed hungry.

She thus lived up to expectations, reaching out to take the warm food.

"'Then thank you, sister-in-law.'"

After a bowl of rice went down, her body also felt doubly warm.

Li Qingluo asked the time, then no longer delayed, summoned Sha Yi and asked: "Where is Pei Qinghong?"

"'Could he have run away?'"

Kill One: "Girl, rest assured, we'll lock you in the cellar of this courtyard."

The cellar is what this family usually uses to store sweet potatoes and vegetables and fruits.

When Kill One and his group rented this courtyard and discovered the cellar, they transferred Pei Qinghong from outside the city here to imprison him.

When the cellar was opened, Pei Qinghong looked up.

Seeing Li Qingluo herself holding a lamp and staring at him, his gaunt face let out a sigh of relief.

"You finally woke up."

Li Qingluo: "Considering our shared sect bond, they won't starve you, what are you afraid of?"

Pei Qinghong: "I'm afraid if you die, our Pei family will never obtain the antidote."

Li Qingluo let out a cold snort.

"Rest assured, even if I'm not in Jinling, the medicine will certainly be delivered to Zheng Mama's hands in my courtyard."

"Isn't Pei Jingzhe even more anxious than you?"

Zheng Mama that day followed Li Qingluo to see Jin Hua.

So she also knows what the medicine is about.

Moreover, the grandmother would not stand by with eyes open, watching the Pei family have a chance of salvation yet do nothing.

Li Qingluo ordered someone to pull Pei Qinghong up.

As soon as he hit the ground, Li Qingluo had someone untie him.

"You… just let me go like this?"

He stretched out his limbs.

These past few days, he had indeed thought about escaping.

But Li Qingluo has a dozen killers, each of whom was cultivated by her great‑grandfather with his life essence into top masters.

Even she herself lacks confidence to survive and escape from those dozen.

So she simply decided to stay obedient.

Moreover, Pei Qinghong doesn't know what happened to Li Qingluo that day, so his staying here these days is to wait for her to fully recover.

Seeing her vigorous again, a strange joy rose in his heart.

Li Qingluo, with a cold expression, said, "Fine, you may leave."

"From now on, we each keep to our own bridge and our own road."

"If Third Young Master Pei ever sees me again, he'd better pretend we've never met."

If not for Shi Er Niang having already been reborn in Pan Li, gaining a new marriage and life, and for Zu Li Ya being utterly dead, Li Qingluo would not have easily let go of this matter today.

Pei Qinghong's complexion changed at the words, and he clenched his teeth: "You!"

"This ruthless, heartless woman!"

He glared at him fiercely, but soon his expression relaxed again.

"Princess of Yaoguang is indeed adept at saying one thing and meaning another."

"She claimed she would deal with Zong Zheng Wuheng, yet she just released him again, didn't she?"

That night, amid a torrential downpour.

Her men killed those Chu Kingdom guards cleanly and threw their corpses off the cliff.

Yet Zong Zheng Wuheng had already assumed he would die at her hands, but Li Qingluo approached him step by step and asked, "What exactly did you and he trade?"

"Why does he still let you go?"

Zong Zheng Wuheng has already lost both legs.

He was again confined by Li Qingluo and Duan Rongshi for a long time, rendering him completely incapacitated.

At that moment, drenched, he slumped under a tree, looking as disheveled as a lone wandering ghost.

In this foreign land, he endured endless humiliation.

And all this was because he had schemed against the woman before him.

He merely swapped her appearance, destroyed her voice, intending to turn her into a puppet.

But didn't she, with her own ability, already resolve everything effortlessly?

He also never obtained her underground city defense map.

He tried to use a replica of her to deceive and get close to that Duan Rongshi, but failed.

Her skill truly was greater than he imagined.

Not only did she ruin his scheme, but also completely destroyed everything Zong Zheng Yuer had plotted in DaLiang over the years.

Zong Zheng Wuheng recalled that the people who raided the princess's mansion that night were also her!

That time he almost truly died at her hands!

Could it be that tonight he will still meet his death at her hands?

Unexpectedly, even when Qin Ling gave her that vile poison, she managed to fully detoxify herself.

Consequently, Zu Li Ya's entire poisoning scheme in Jinling was also declared a failure.

This woman is too diabolical!

Had I known, I should have killed her the day she broke into my room.

Now completely ruined by her hand, Zong Zheng Wuheng truly feels unwilling.

He tilted his head toward the rain and laughed heartily, "Ha ha."

"What? Didn't he tell you?"

"I heard you've now been titled Princess of Yaoguang?"

"Did he arrange that title for you? Just to make you his queen?"

"I never expected the illustrious Princess of Yaoguang, disregarding Prince Su's deep affection, to run out of the imperial city in the dead of night to chase after a worthless person like me."

"You're so obsessed with this prince that you can't forget him—are you truly that unwilling to let go?"

Li Qingluo grabbed his throat in one hand.

She applied force with her hand.

"Zongzheng Wuheng, today's Jinling West City Gate rebellion incident. Your dear sister Zongzheng Yuer has already been killed by Duan Rongyin."

"When her corpse was pulled out, the entire skull had already been trampled into mush."

"Do you also wish to taste the flavor of such a tragic death?"

"And, compared with him, are you worthy?"

Zongzheng Wuheng, upon hearing that Zongzheng Yuer was dead, showed no emotional change.

But Li Qingluo, when humiliating him as inferior to Duan Rongshi, he became angry like a wild beast.

If it weren't for the killing characters pinning him down so he couldn't move, he would have pounced forward and bitten Li Qingluo hard.

"It's you who destroyed me—"

"You scoundrel!"

"If you hadn't been so ruthless, my Zongzheng Wuheng wouldn't have been tortured into something not human, a ghost not like a ghost—"

"Since I'm again in your hands, kill me or cut me up, whatever you wish!"

"But don't blame this prince for not warning you, Li Qingluo."

"If you take my life and disrupt Duan Rongshi's plan, the two of you will likely meet your end here!"

"Ha ha, ha ha ha…"

Li Qingluo hates being threatened the most.

She raised her hand, the blade fell, stabbing Zongzheng Wuheng's leg.

"So do you want to be sliced to death by me, one cut after another, or just die outright—"

Zongzheng Wuheng let out a wail.

Even Pei Qinghong, who was far away, slightly turned his head away.

"I say…"

Zongzheng Wuheng gasped heavily, weakly and feebly gave a cold smile.

"It concerns Prince Su; are you sure… you want these bystanders to hear it clearly?"