The elder still smiled, setting down his teacup leisurely, “What happened isn’t important. Who saved her, you’ll find out eventually. What’s important is that you don’t need to worry anymore. Start preparing for the wedding ceremony.”
Wedding ceremony? This statement surprised everyone, but they didn’t ask further. They all dispersed to make preparations, trusting the elder’s words.
Wedding ceremony? Those jade-green eyes filled with surprise, then deep disappointment; he couldn’t help but care…
“King, is Rushi serving you well?” In the opulent hall, the completely naked Liu Rushi asked seductively, her earlier boldness now replaced with a shy blush on her fair cheeks. Seeing him about to leave as coldly as before, Liu Rushi quickly wrapped herself around him, cooing sweetly, trying to delay him. She needed to know if Liu Qing had taken that wretch away.
“Ha, I didn’t expect Rushi to be so enthusiastic today. How should this king reward you?” With a cold laugh, he grabbed her chin forcefully, causing pain, yet she did not wince, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, looking pitiable.
“King, you’re hurting me.” Her creamy skin was bruised where he gripped her. “Liu Rumeng, do you think Liu Qing has succeeded yet?” As if in passing, Wang Xie suddenly asked this question. He had already set up a barrier on the iron shackles; now, with the barrier fluctuating, he knew Liu Qing was in the chamber, trying hard to rescue Xiaotu. A sudden shock gripped her heart. Those glass-like eyes were filled with terror, but only for a fleeting moment. Realizing that Wang Xie had sensed something, those eyes changed again, now filled with the storm of emotions, and tears shimmered in her beautiful eyes, on the verge of breaking through and flooding her entire eye sockets. Her delicate brows were tightly furrowed, as if she was afraid of something, or perhaps blaming herself for something.
With a “thud,” her knees heavily hit the ground, her snow-white body rolling off the bed to kneel on the floor. Liu Rushi, weeping uncontrollably, her trembling shoulders evoking sympathy. “Wang, Rushi was wrong, truly, there was no other way. Liu Qing is the Young Master of Willow Leaves from the demon realm; how could Rushi dare to offend him? I am just a minor fox princess; how could I dare to cross him… Wang, Rushi also likes Sister Rabbit very much, how could I let her be kidnapped? Rushi just wants to stay by your side, to serve you.” Her words were reasonable, like pear blossoms in the rain, cicadas on autumn branches. Such pitifulness, full of grievance, helplessness, and deep regret.
“Humph, I’ll trust you this once, but wait for your punishment when I return.” Without carefully pondering, because in his eyes, Liu Rushi was just a docile woman, incapable of deep schemes. After dressing swiftly, he disappeared like a flash of lightning before Liu Rushi’s eyes.
Raising her tear-stained face, a cold smile appeared unexpectedly. Those eyes, once clear as crystal, now brimmed with malice and resentment. She got up, draped an outer garment over herself, wiped away her tears, and a look of triumph filled her beautiful eyes.
“Leng Lie, how are things progressing?” No sooner had she spoken than a shadowy figure dressed in black flashed into the room, moving so quickly he was almost imperceptible. The man in black respectfully reported, “Princess, Liu Qing has been in the secret chamber for a long time, and the Demon King will soon arrive.” His voice was cold, his tone icy, truly living up to his name, “Leng Lie” (Cold Sharp).
“Hahaha, Liu Qing, you underestimated me, Liu Rumeng. This is your own doing, don’t blame me. Ai Xiaotu, let’s see how you can compete with me now.” Her laughter echoed through the palace, like a malevolent curse…
“Bang, bang…” The sound of a sword striking shackles still echoed from the secret chamber. Damn it, the sword couldn’t even leave a mark on the shackles, and his sword was no ordinary weapon. “Do you think your trash sword can cut through my mystic iron shackles? Liu Qing, aren’t you being a bit naive?” A mocking voice rang out, carrying an oppressive anger that made breathing difficult.
Liu Qing paused, looking at the newcomer, it was Wang Xie. Shocked, had Liu Rumeng failed? His brows furrowed tightly; Wang Xie had indeed come. What to do now? Not only was he in a bind, but Liu Qing’s fate seemed sealed. Xiaotu knew that Wang Xie was no longer the Wang Xie of before; his heart no longer harbored any good thoughts, completely overtaken by his demonic nature. She wondered what had caused such a drastic change in him…
“How? Disappointed? Let me tell you, as long as I’m here, you won’t leave this chamber! You won’t escape from my side!” He roared, his anger unquenchable, shaking her frail body, his golden eyes turning blood-red. Her stomach churned with nausea, only a breath away from death under his torment.
“Ugh…” Unable to hold back, she vomited yellow liquid onto the ground, her stomach empty except for acid. Seeing her in such pain, seemingly on the verge of death under Wang Xie’s torment, Liu Qing’s heart clenched, tightly gripping his sword, telling himself not to act rashly.
“Does this make you happy? Does torturing me bring you joy? Does seeing me like this excite you? I’ll tell you, Demon King, you’re a pervert, utterly detestable.” Such words escaped from her pale lips; she didn’t call him Wang Xie, in her heart, he was no longer Wang Xie, just a pervert! The deep loathing slowly pierced his heart…
“Thump…” Her frail body was thrown heavily onto the “Black Lasciviousness,” pain coursing through her as if her bones were about to break. She furrowed her brows stubbornly, biting her lower lip to prevent any cries of pain from escaping.
“Enough! How long will you torment her!” Liu Qing, unable to suppress his rage any longer, swung his sword towards Wang Xie…
He knew it was like a moth to a flame; Wang Xie’s power was a level above his; he was the Demon King! But what did it matter? He had brought her here, and for her, death was worth it. Perhaps this way, she would remember him forever…
The dark green figure moved like the wind, wielding his sword with lightning speed, giving it his all… A smile played on his lips, a smile that was both heart-wrenching and enchanting…
Chapter 48: The Breath of the Golden Eyes
Wang Xie’s golden eyes narrowed slightly, exuding a dangerous aura, his hands tightly gripping the head of the sword. The sharp blade cut into his palm, blood flowing, staining the entire sword red, yet he didn’t even flinch, just continued to hold the sword head tightly. The sword gleamed, harboring immense energy, sending waves of sword qi towards Wang Xie. Sparks flew as the two engaged in fierce combat, Liu Qing dodging Wang Xie’s moves with agility, executing deadly sword techniques, yet unable to inflict any lethal damage. Wang Xie’s every move was fierce, accurate, and powerful, not speaking a word, just watching Liu Qing’s moves with sharp focus…
Xiaotu’s heart also raced with the excitement of the battle. It seemed like a stalemate, but clearly, Wang Xie hadn’t used his full strength. Watching the intense fight, whom did she want to win? Who could she hope would win? If Liu Qing lost, it would mean certain death, and she would remain here. If Wang Xie lost, she would surely beg Liu Qing to spare him, for she still had feelings for him, and then she could leave here, no longer his captive.
