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Yan Xiaowang Twenty-six years later, the states of Wei and Zhao went to war, sending envoys to Yan to request military support. At that time, Yan Wang was gravely ill, and Crown Prince Yan Dan was acting as regent. He rebuked, "Wei and Zhao have always been on good terms; what has caused this war?"
The envoy replied, "Young Master Zhao has acted on his own; I do not know the details."
Yan Dan was furious and drove the envoys away, forbidding both states from entering again. This became a topic of ridicule, with people saying that the Crown Prince was too impulsive and should not blame the two states.
《Yan Family — Crown Prince Yan Dan Chapter Seven》
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The coffin was enormous and could not fit on the cart at all. Zhong Xue reached out and tore down the bamboo curtain, throwing it on the ground. Such an expensive item was trampled underfoot without a hint of pity.
San Chun, however, thought it a shame; that curtain looked like it could be worth a hundred coins. It would have been nice to give it to her.
Just as she lamented over the curtain, she suddenly heard a whistle from the forest, and instantly more than ten Black-Clad Warriors sprang out. Spear, halberd, sword, bow, crossbow—various weapons all attacked Zhong Xue simultaneously.
Eight warriors raised their shields to block, while Zhong Xue also drew her Sword. Her Sword was different from others; it gleamed with a chilling light. San Chun couldn’t help but feel excited; could this be the legendary Iron Sword from Azure Wind Antelope, capable of cutting through bronze swords?
As those warriors displayed their martial skills, she realized what it meant that there were always people stronger than oneself. Each of them was far superior to her meager skills.
She remembered when she first discovered her martial abilities a year ago; she had deliberately gone in front of Azure Wind Antelope and practiced a few moves for him, asking, "With the martial arts I have learned now, how would I fare in combat against others?"
Qing had surprisingly been in a good mood and patiently replied, "With your current skills, you can defend yourself adequately, but you are not enough to compete with others. In ancient Huaxia, in the vast Central Plains, there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers; extraordinary talents lie concealed. Just as there are mountains beyond mountains, one must never underestimate others. Remember this well."
At that time, she thought he was trying to scare her; now it seemed he was right. If even a noble official could possess such martial prowess, how much deeper would those Master level experts be?
She watched intently and occasionally mimicked their movements. The warriors were too busy fighting among themselves to pay attention to her; otherwise, with such noise, she would have been discovered long ago.
Zhong Xue also seemed to be a master, fighting five opponents without showing any signs of defeat. The Black-Clad Warriors, realizing they could not win, had someone pull out an object from their pocket and throw it, instantly filling the air with white mist. He shouted and covered his eyes, and several warriors also cried out in unison.
San Chun guessed that this was likely the lime mentioned in legends. At that time, warriors valued honor and righteousness, and such shameless sneak attacks were highly frowned upon in all nations. Especially acts like throwing lime to blind someone were considered the lowest of the low. She wanted to go down to help but thought about her poor skills in dealing with them, feeling a chill at the back of her neck. She hurriedly pressed her head down and lay among the lush green grass to avoid being discovered.
In an instant, eight warriors were either dead or injured, and one managed to escape, leaving only Zhong Xue standing there, wildly swinging his Iron Sword.
A few of the ambushing Black-Clad Warriors moved the coffin down from the cart. One asked, "My lord, what should we do with this person?"
"The king only wants the coffin, not his life. Withdraw."
"Understood."
The few of them quickly disappeared with the coffin, leaving only Zhong Xue standing alone in the once noisy forest.
San Chun looked around to ensure no one else would appear before sliding down the slope. She approached the man and waved her hand in front of his face but nearly got her hand cut by his sword.
She gasped as she heard him coldly ask, "Who are you?"
"San Chun."
"San Chun?" He repeated the name as if pondering whether he recognized her.
San Chun hurriedly replied, "I am a villager from nearby; I happened to pass by here."
"Help me..." He covered his eyes with one hand, where blood was seeping out ominously.
Knowing where the nearest water source was located, she didn't know where she found the strength but lifted him and ran toward the riverbank. She then pushed him headfirst into the water. Grabbing his legs with both hands, she shook him back and forth as if handling a tattered sack.
After being injured by lime, he opened his eyes underwater, with his face submerged, constantly blinking and moving his eyeballs to remove the lime. The book mentions moving the eyeballs, but not the body, right?
Fortunately, after this seemingly noble person was stirred into a mess by her, his injured eyes seemed to have eased quite a bit.
San Chun took a breath, pulled him out, and placed him on the ground, tearing a piece of her inner clothing to wipe his eyes. Her movements were extremely gentle, as if she were wiping the most precious jade vase.
While wiping, she naturally stared at him. She noticed that Zhong Xue looked bright as jewels from afar, and even more extraordinary up close. Even without seeing clearly, the elegance and charm that penetrated to the bone were evident. His clear and fair face showed sharp features; his dark and deep eyes glimmered with an enchanting hue. His thick eyebrows, high nose, and perfectly shaped lips all exuded nobility and grace.
As she wiped… suddenly, a slight shiver transmitted from her hand to her heart. A long-lost sense of familiarity surged over her, as if this person seemed familiar.
She couldn't help but shake her head, feeling ashamed of this sudden sensation. Just because someone looked good, she felt a sense of familiarity? How tasteless was that?
Zhong Xue could feel a hand gently stroking his shoulder back and forth, conveying countless affections and tender feelings. In an instant, a feeling that had long disappeared suddenly resurfaced in his heart… it was also on such a night when he was severely injured at Proton Manor; it was also this kind of hand and this kind of caress…
He trembled in his heart and tried to stand up but was firmly pressed down by her. "Don't move."
He couldn't help but ponder how strong this person was. Since he appreciated that she saved his eyes, he decided not to hold her previous rudeness against her. He simply asked, "Why are you here?"
San Chun dared not hide away after seeing everything; she quickly smiled and said, "I came up the mountain to gather herbs. As soon as I arrived at Horse Riding Slope, I heard fighting sounds and then saved you." She emphasized the word "saved," fearing he might remember something and come after her.
"What did you just call yourself?"
"San Chun."
An unfamiliar name; it shouldn't be that person. He couldn't help but scoff inwardly—was he so obsessed with that person?
Clearing his throat and spitting out the water he had swallowed, he hoarsely asked, "What reward do you want?"
San Chun thought hard and then rattled off a list of dish names. Watching his gradually twitching face, she felt helpless about her choice; after all, she was quite hungry at the moment.
Zhong Xue was also very hungry. If he had food, he would keep it for himself; who would give it to her? Unfortunately, his injured eyes prevented him from seeing her clearly; otherwise, he would have liked to see what this exquisite person looked like.
For some reason, he always felt that this person was familiar, and her voice resembled someone he knew.
With a thought, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a jade pendant, tossing it over. "If you need anything in the future, come to Wei Kingdom; there will be someone to help you."
San Chun caught it and placed it in her money pouch. Although she didn't know the significance of this item, considering how her money pouch had not held a single coin for two years, she might as well make use of it.
She helped him up, resting his head against the thick tree trunk so he could take a short break. After a while, the warriors who had been dispersed gradually returned.
These warriors seemed to have their eyes on the top of their heads, heading straight for Zhong Xue without even glancing at her.
San Chun touched her nose and could only retreat further away. Looking up, the sun had risen high; was she still going back to the village?
After being angry all night, her anger had subsided by now; it was time to return. She turned around and started walking back. After taking a few steps, she vaguely heard those people speaking softly.
"Lord Jun, do you think those assassins were sent by which country?"
Zhong Xue pondered for a moment. "It should be Prince of Yan Shuqing."
Aside from the three of them, who else would be interested in a coffin? What was Prince Yan Qi thinking? Did he want to take his brother's coffin back for collection? This young man, not yet of age, was always difficult to read; he was eccentric and cruel in his actions, doing things purely based on his whims without any sense of righteousness.
Dealing with a hypocrite like Ji Xun was manageable, but with someone like Qi, one could only be even more shameless. Just wait and see; anyone who dared to harm him would pay back tenfold.
Suddenly remembering something, he asked, "Where did that girl go just now?"
"Already left." After a pause, "Wasn't that a boy?"
Was it his illusion? Thinking it was a woman.
"Did you get a good look at her appearance?"
Several warriors shook their heads and said, "Didn’t see." They only judged gender based on walking posture. A man walks with big strides, while a woman walks gracefully.
Zhong Xue couldn't help but sigh. It seemed that if he wanted to see that person, whose gender was still uncertain, he would have to wait until next time. He hoped they would have the fate to meet again in the future.
Supported by the warriors, he shouted, "Return to Daliang—."
One warrior said, "Lord Jun went out without permission. How will we explain this to the king upon our return?"
"Does this Lord still need to explain anything to him?" With a cold snort, he was helped onto the carriage.
The King of Wei? Sooner or later, he would leave him with nothing but an empty title. And Prince of Yan Shuqing, just wait and see; he would make him understand what it meant to offend him.
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