Chapter 1468: 1463: Chu Xi is Your Daughter
Chapter 1468: Chapter 1463: Chu Xi is Your Daughter
If it weren’t for her holding Chu Xi at a distance, she might have shattered just like the grass and trees beside them under the mighty inner strength.
Chu Yifeng’s pupils dilated upon seeing a figure lunging at Rong Sheng, “Dodge it!”
Rong Sheng quickly protected Chu Xi, hugging her and crouching on the ground.
When Zhao Ling’er struck Rong Sheng with her palm, Rong Sheng immediately felt as if her chest was about to burst apart.
“Phew!”
“Sister!”
Chu Yifeng leaped forward, scooping up Rong Sheng and holding her in his arms, “Don’t move, Your Highness will seal your acupoints to stop the bleeding.”
Chu Yifeng sealed several of her acupoints to halt her blood flow; Rong Sheng felt as if all her organs were painfully churning inside her, still tightly hugging Chu Xi, “Xi’er…what about Xi’er?”
“Go! Your Highness will get you out of here!”
Chu Yifeng, carrying both of them, fled recklessly, and fortunately, the Shadow Guards caught up to cover for them against Hua Qingluo for a moment.
Zhao Ling’er kicked a Shadow Guard away and spun to Hua Qingluo’s side, “Master, Chu Yifeng has escaped.”
Hua Qingluo snickered contemptuously, “He won’t get far.”
As his words fell, the sword swept through, slicing the Shadow Guards, and as one charged at him, impaled the guard’s body directly.
“Seeking death!”
A demonic gleam flashed in Hua Qingluo’s violet eyes as he and Zhao Ling’er soared forward in pursuit of Chu Yifeng.
Chu Yifeng, with Rong Sheng, escaped the city, and given that Liuzhou was not far from Jiang Du City, he hid Rong Sheng and Chu Xi in a cave, then sealed Rong Sheng’s acupoints and knocked Chu Xi unconscious.
Seeing him gather a pile of withered grass to cover her, panic flashed across Rong Sheng’s eyes, “Chu Yifeng, what are you doing?”
“Stay quiet,” Chu Yifeng whispered in a hoarse voice.
Rong Sheng could tell that his injuries were severe, with signs of internal damage as his breathing became heavy and urgent.
“Release my acupoints, I can treat your wounds.”
She carried silver needles; though she hadn’t learned the Soul Capturing Acupuncture Technique, she could still alleviate some of Chu Yifeng’s pain.
“There’s no time, you must hide here with Xi’er, Your Highness needs to go…”
“Phew.”
Before he could finish speaking, he spat out another mouthful of blood, gasping heavily, “Chu Yihan, this formidable foe, is indeed powerful, not as simple as Wu Dao…”
They could confront Wu Dao collectively, but this person in the black cloak and hood, unknown to them, had caught them off guard.
He couldn’t protect Rong Sheng and Chu Xi securely while taking them with him.
“Chu Yifeng, let go of me!”
Rong Sheng’s brows furrowed coldly, impatience already evident in her clear and frosty eyes.
She sensed that Chu Yifeng was dealing with a powerful adversary, but she didn’t want to leave his side.
“Sister, you are not a woman of tender and lingering sorrows, don’t say you can’t bear to leave Your Highness,” Chu Yifeng teased with a hint of mockery in his laughter.
His eyes shone exceedingly brightly, seeing the concern in Rong Sheng’s eyes.
Concern born for him.
“I can help you.”
“Your Highness wishes for your and Xi’er’s safety even more, this matter… will take a while to resolve.”
Chu Yifeng lowered his head, gently touching Chu Xi’s little face; the kid was much more attached to him than Rong Sheng—without knocking her out, she would certainly cry and not let him leave.
He couldn’t bear it either.
“Although Xi’er is not born of Your Highness, Your Highness has long treated her like his own daughter. Your Highness sees that you also love her. Your Highness entrusts her to you, take good care of her on this journey, until Your Highness returns.”
Chu Yifeng bent down and placed a kiss on her forehead.
The blood from the corner of his lips stained her forehead, a drop of blood in the midst of pure white, somewhat glaring, yet blooming exceptionally enchanting.
Chu Yifeng was fascinated as he gazed at Rong Sheng; how truly beautiful she was.
So beautiful that she reached the depths of his heart, such that he who has seen countless beauties saw no one else but her.
“Chu Yifeng, Chu Xi she… she is your dau…”
Your Highness!
Ah Hong quickly approached, cutting off Rong Sheng’s whispered words.
Chu Yifeng furrowed his brows, looking at Rong Sheng, “What were you just saying, what is Xi’er to Your Highness?”
Rong Sheng hesitated for a long time, but finally couldn’t hold back and was about to reveal it, “She is your…”
“Chu Yifeng, still trying to run?”
Outside the cave, Hua Qingluo’s voice carried over the distance, and Chu Yifeng could not care less, he covered Rong Sheng up, then turned and ran out.
“Chu Yifeng, she is your daughter!”
Rong Sheng struggled to shout out these words.
After she finished, she leaned weakly against the wall.
As if her soul had been drained from her.
She didn’t know whether Chu Yifeng had heard her or not, she lowered her head to gaze upon the child in her arms, as a trail of tears slid down her cold jade-like face.
Hua Qingluo pursued Chu Yifeng all the way to the outskirts of Jiang Du City, to a mountain, on the winding and rugged mountain path, full of spattered bloodstains; Chu Yifeng was alone, fleeing to the top, surrounded by valleys on three sides, with only one way out.
He held a sword in one hand, and by the time he ran up the mountain, his strength was already exhausted, collapsing directly onto the ground.
Hua Qingluo and Zhao Ling’er followed with ease, Zhao Ling’er deliberately stirred up a cloud of dust, which covered Chu Yifeng’s face.
She crossed her arms over her chest, full of disdain, “The great Pavilion Master of Silver Moon Pavilion, the eighth prince of the Great Cheng Dynasty, turns out to be nothing but a fleeing soldier, and to such a dead end, truly disgraceful!”
“Heh… Hahahaha!”
Chu Yifeng wiped the dust from his face, his handsome features still dashing, and those slanting eyes shining enchantingly and beautifully, “Your Highness disgraceful, or you disgraceful? You chased after Your Highness for half the night and only just caught up.”
“It’s only because you deployed people from the Ghost Market along the way, blocking us at every turn; otherwise, you would have been long dead!” Zhao Ling’er said indignantly, with a blush on her pretty face.
She had accompanied her master in taking so many lives, but it was this Chu Yifeng, severely wounded by her master, who had become an easy target, yet managed to escape so elusively. They had tracked him for a whole night before they were able to corner him here.
“Ling’er, no need for further talk, step back.”
Hua Qingluo sensed something unusual around, scolded Zhao Ling’er, and prepared to deal with Chu Yifeng directly.
This man was more troublesome than anyone else close to Chu Yihan.
His schemes were cunning.
Having run for so long while seriously wounded, he definitely wouldn’t concede to death so easily.
He was also the last relative Chu Yihan had; killing him would be able to deeply wound Chu Yihan and allow her to arrange for Beiling City and the Great Cheng Dynasty to start a war.
Zhao Ling’er obediently closed her mouth and stood behind Hua Qingluo; she knew that with Chu Yifeng’s current serious injuries, her master could take his life within ten moves, there was no need for the trouble like when dealing with Chu Jinling.
But just as Hua Qingluo was about to kill Chu Yifeng, a precious sword was placed against her neck, and the cold sensation, along with the emerging blood, caused her to frown slightly, “Who?!”
Chu Yihan clutched her throat with one hand, his voice cold and deep, “Try moving and see.”
Hua Qingluo turned around in an instant, her violet pupils emanating a bewitchingly beautiful light, “Chu Yihan!”
Chu Yifeng, who has been playing a role for the entire night, could now finally straighten his back; he supported himself with the Soft Sword and still laughed off-key, “Had you come a bit later, I truly would have become a lonesome widower.”