Wanyan Chen Heshang said with a bitter smile, "There was only one assassin, but his martial arts were extraordinarily high. And the heavy sword in his hand was too formidable—our brothers' weapons shattered the moment they touched it. No one could withstand a single exchange with him."
"A heavy sword?" Song Qingshu felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. "What did that man look like?"
Wanyan Chen Heshang answered quickly, "The assassin looked quite young and held a pitch-black heavy sword. Oh, and his right hand seemed to be severed..." Both accomplished in civil and martial matters, he had always been observant. He described only the intruder's most distinctive features, automatically omitting such useless details as his handsome appearance.
"Was it him?" Pucha Qiucao had hastily dressed and come out just in time to hear Chen Heshang's description. She could not help crying out.
Song Qingshu's expression was equally strange. The world truly was full of unexpected reunions.
Before he could finish marveling, a loud bang sounded from nearby. Several guards were sent flying back and crashed into the courtyard. Then a man strode in, his sword-like brows reaching his temples and his phoenix eyes brimming with authority. Yet his face was pale and haggard. Who else could it have been but Yang Guo?
Yang Guo burst in without sparing anyone else a glance. His gaze fell entirely upon Pucha Qiucao by the door. Seeing her somewhat disheveled clothes, he frowned and said in a low voice, "Miss Qiucao, I'm taking you away."
Ever since Yang Guo had vanished after the imperial marriage decree in the Golden Hall, he had been searching for Xiaolongnü. He had finally heard rumors that she had appeared near Lin'an, only to rush there and find nothing. Just as he was distressed and heartbroken, he happened