Chapter 300: Pei Pei Nanwei

"Pei Pei Nanwei, are you looking for me?"

Lin Fan walked to the mountain gate and looked at the woman of peerless elegance before him, secretly thinking that she was truly worthy of being dubbed "Armor of the Bedchamber" by later generations.

She wore a goose-yellow shawl over a pure white, elegant floor-length dress. A "Phoenix Among Peonies" was embroidered on the front of her bodice, and a pale purple silk ribbon was tied around her waist. Her earlobes and hair bun were adorned with golden beaded flowers. She looked graceful and luxurious, yet a few stray strands of hair gave her a slightly disheveled, distressed appearance.

Her shoulders were like they had been carved, her waist was as slender as white silk, her skin was like congealed fat, and her aura was like that of a secluded orchid. Her fragrant, delicate, jade-like face was more beautiful than any flower; her fingers were like tapered scallions, and her lips were like they contained vermilion cinnabar. Every movement and smile was soul-stirring.

"I fled the Prince of Jing'an's estate under the cover of night on the eve of our grand wedding. After escaping, I wanted to find both a sanctuary and a place to settle down. Later, I thought, why not do both at once? I decided to find a man who could protect me. But my standards are high, so I could only come to you, Young Master Master Tianji, Lin Fan!"

When Pei Pei Nanwei saw Lin Fan, a flash of excitement crossed her eyes. She quickly composed herself and spoke with a beaming smile.

"Oh? I didn't realize I was so outstanding that you, Pei Pei Nanwei, would be willing to give up being the Princess of Jing'an and travel thousands of miles to find a husband?"

Lin Fan looked at Pei Pei Nanwei in astonishment upon hearing this. Was she serious?

"Naturally. But although I found you after much hardship, I don't know if you are willing to offend the Prince of Jing'an's estate for my sake. I fled all the way here, and I heard you were at Huishan, so I rushed over. The pursuers cannot be far behind. If you take me in, you will be forging a deep enmity with the Prince of Jing'an's estate."

As she said this, Pei Pei Nanwei looked at Lin Fan with some nervousness. She had abandoned everything to resolutely flee the Prince of Jing'an's estate. Although Lin Fan had mentioned wanting her in his diary entries, she had never heard him say it in person, so she was still filled with worry and fear.

"Hahaha, what is the Prince of Jing'an, Zhao Heng, worth? Let alone that you haven't married yet, even if you were already wed and you were already the Princess of Jing'an, as long as I marched to his door, he would have to respectfully hand you over!"

Lin Fan laughed heroically, then swept his arm around Pei Pei Nanwei's slender waist, preparing to take her back to get some rest.

Feeling Lin Fan's scorching hand around her waist and being watched by the other women, Pei Pei Nanwei couldn't help but blush. She wanted to break free from his grip, but leaning against his chest and feeling his broad frame and the pleasant scent of a man, she felt incredibly secure and could not bear to leave.

Seeing that Pei Pei Nanwei's hair was disheveled and her face looked haggard, Lin Fan felt a pang of heartache for this beauty. It seemed this thousand-mile flight had truly exhausted her.

"Stop right there! Let go of Pei Nanwei!"

Suddenly, a man's voice rang out, calling to Lin Fan as he turned to leave.

"Is 'Pei Nanwei' a name you are allowed to use?"

Lin Fan turned back, still holding Pei Pei Nanwei, and frowned as he sized up the young man who had called out to him. Seeing the man glaring at him with fury, he understood the situation.

"I will say it again: let go of Pei Nanwei!"

Seeing that Lin Fan was still holding Pei Pei Nanwei's waist, the young man became even more enraged.

"Pei Nanwei, your admirer has come to the door. What do you think I should do with him?"

Lin Fan leaned into Pei Pei Nanwei's ear and whispered.

"He is Zhao Xun, the Heir of the Prince of Jing'an. He is not my admirer; he has come to drag me back!"

Pei Pei Nanwei turned her head slightly and replied, her breath as fragrant as an orchid against Lin Fan's face.

The sight of Lin Fan and Pei Pei Nanwei whispering intimately made the young man's eyes split with rage. He felt as if he had been cuckolded, forgetting that Pei Pei Nanwei was meant to be his stepmother; if anyone should be angry, it was the Prince of Jing'an, Zhao Heng.

"Attack!"

Zhao Xun did not want to waste any more words. He only wanted to kill the man before him as quickly as possible, snatch back Pei Pei Nanwei, and take her to a hidden place to keep her as his concubine.

At Zhao Xun's command, the armored soldiers behind him immediately drew their bows and advanced with halberds.

"Since ancient times, beautiful women have been considered sources of disaster. What does that mean? It means that beauties are only meant for the strong to possess; the weak should not covet them, or they will surely invite catastrophe. Is a woman like Pei Nanwei someone you can hope to have?"

"Buddha Shakes the Mountains and Rivers!"

As soon as Lin Fan finished speaking, he unleashed a Tathagata Palm. The ground beneath Zhao Xun and his soldiers suddenly shattered, instantly sending them tumbling in a heap, resulting in heavy casualties.

"Who... who exactly are you?"

Zhao Xun, his breath fading to a mere thread, asked Lin Fan with lingering unwillingness even at the final moment of his life.

However, all he saw was the back of Lin Fan as he walked away, holding Pei Pei Nanwei.