There's a Girl Named Miaoyu

The Desolate Wolf died a truly unjust death. With so many experts present, even if it had died at the hands of a common Imperial Guard, it wouldn't have lived in vain. Yet, it died at the hands of Ning Chen, the weakest of them all.

Still, the Desolate Wolf's death wasn't entirely unjust. After all, Ning Chen was a "master" of Martial Arts First Rank, even if he didn't understand techniques, couldn't fight, and had terribly low combat power. Of course, the most important factor was that the Desolate Wolf had already sustained a serious injury from a previous blow.

The movement technique Qing Ling taught him was all for naught.

Because in that critical moment, Ning Chen didn't even think to use it.

It proved that in times of crisis, people still resort to the methods they are most proficient in. Learning a skill poorly is no different from not learning it at all.

After the Desolate Wolf died, Ning Chen stood there, his face ashen, covered in wolf blood. The腥鹹 smell constantly assailed his nose, mouth, and stomach.

"Ugh!"

Ning Chen couldn't hold it in anymore and bent over, dry heaving. His already pale face turned even more ghastly.

In less than half an incense stick's time, Ning Chen felt as if half a year had passed.

The swords in the hands of the five hundred Imperial Guards never stopped, and the bones of the wolves piled up across the wilderness. The blood-stained earth turned crimson, reeking of a foul and pungent smell.

"Woo..."

A low, mournful flute played the prelude to death. The endless waves of wolves grew even more frenzied. It seemed as if all the wolves from the entire wilderness had converged at this moment, constantly assaulting the five hundred Imperial Guards' defensive line.

"Screech!"

Suddenly, a sharp, piercing sound rang out in everyone's ears, like a sharp blade scraping against raw iron. Immediately after, blood splattered, and with a long, pained groan, an Imperial Guard collapsed.

"Roar!"

Beneath the gushing blood, the torn armor was a shocking sight. Beside it, a Desolate Wolf, as large as a small mountain, let out a low growl. Its powerful body and sharp claws all indicated that this Desolate Wolf was extraordinary.

Thump thump thump!

Almost simultaneously, several more figures in the Imperial Guard formation fell. The grim reaper hidden among the wolves had revealed its fangs, emerging one by one, stepping over the corpses on the ground, their sinister, greedy eyes shining, sending shivers down one's spine.

"Desolate Wolf King!"

When dozens of Desolate Wolf Kings appeared, the Imperial Guards' expressions changed drastically, and the swords in their hands seemed to dull.

Great Xia's iron-smelting technology was highly advanced, and correspondingly, the armor worn by Great Xia's soldiers was almost indestructible. This was one of the key reasons why Great Xia had been invincible for a thousand years. However, the Desolate Wolf Kings' sharp claws broke this rule.

As the Desolate Wolf Kings joined the battle, the Imperial Guards' casualties increased. Just then, the sword resting across the old man's legs in the carriage finally moved.

One sword strike!

A light, understated sword strike. The sword light tore through space, and three Desolate Wolf Kings and dozens of Desolate Wolves instantly gushed blood, their heads flying.

The indescribable power of the sword shocked countless Desolate Wolves, and also shocked Ning Chen, who was closest to the old man.

He couldn't imagine that human power could reach such a level; this was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

"Clang!"

Just then, a sound ripped through the air. A streaking arrow, like a meteor tearing across the sky, shot directly towards the old man who had just drawn his sword.

That arrow... it looks familiar. Ning Chen's eyes narrowed. That day, when Grandson was assassinated, it was this very arrow that severely wounded Qing Ling.

Faced with the might of the divine arrow, the old man's expression also grew solemn. He held the ancient sword horizontally in front of him, defending against the world-shaking arrow.

Bang!

Sword and arrow clashed, stirring up a furious gale. Beneath the old man, the carriage shattered into four pieces. As it hit the ground, another arrow of light came flying towards him.

The old man had no choice but to retreat, avoiding the arrow's sharp edge. However, this retreat led him right into the archer's trap.

The old man's sword was the last shield protecting Princess Miaoyu. Within twenty paces, no one could break through.

But the old man retreated, stepping beyond twenty paces. This meant his sword could no longer be in front of Princess Miaoyu instantly.

The next moment, the sky-piercing arrow broke through the spatial restraint and instantly arrived before Princess Miaoyu's carriage.

There was no escaping, no blocking. Just as Princess Miaoyu was about to perish, a figure blocked the space between the arrow and the carriage.

"Sss!"

The arrow pierced his body, bringing out a large spray of blood. Ning Chen's body slammed against the carriage with a thump, yet he still couldn't stop the arrow's furious momentum.

"Ugh!"

Ning Chen vomited blood, collapsing weakly to his knees.

Just then, a pair of slender hands appeared. One hand gripped the arrow shaft, the other supported Ning Chen.

No one saw when Princess Miaoyu had emerged, they only saw that slender, beautiful hand calmly holding the arrow that had rendered everyone powerless.

"Retreat!"

From afar, a low voice sounded. Immediately, the flute music changed abruptly, and the Desolate Wolves howled and roared, retreating like a tide.

"Princess!" The generals and the old man all knelt down, respectfully.

"Rise. Continue the journey."

Xia Miaoyu said softly, her calm expression as if nothing had happened.

"Yes!"

Everyone rose. The leading heavily armored general mounted his horse, waved his hand, and led the convoy slowly forward.

The elder also changed carriages and continued to follow Princess Miaoyu's carriage, but this time, his state of mind was no longer as calm as before.

Who would have thought that Princess Miaoyu in the carriage ahead was actually a peak Martial Arts Ninth Rank expert?

He hadn't expected it, the assassin hadn't expected it, which made this seemingly perfect assassination appear so ridiculous.

In the carriage in front of the elder, Ning Chen was brought in by Princess Miaoyu.

The arrow just now might have been nothing to Xia Miaoyu, but for Ning Chen, it was life-threatening.

The movement technique Qing Ling taught him before he left was originally meant to save his life, but he didn't expect it to almost take his life instead.

He arrived in time and blocked that arrow, though it was completely useless.

Ning Chen had passed out, so he didn't know how stupid what he did was. He only knew that if Xia Miaoyu died, none of their group would survive.

Xia Miaoyu sealed the acupoints around Ning Chen's wound to stop the bleeding. Fortunately, the arrow wound was near his left shoulder, quite far from his heart. Otherwise, that arrow would truly have been his farewell.

The person who shot the arrow was too unusual; they couldn't detect his true body after several attempts, and even with two experts above the Ninth Rank present, they couldn't stop this strong individual.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, Xia Miaoyu's expression changed. A look of disbelief flashed across her beautiful face. Her slender hand moved quickly, grabbing Ning Chen's arm, and vast true qi surged into his body.

"Fake Eunuch!"

Xia Miaoyu giggled. What a discovery! The little eunuch who single-handedly ruined the Zhenji Kingdom's plot and caused an uproar throughout the city was actually a fake eunuch. She had thought she was discreet enough, but she didn't expect there was someone even more enduring than her.

It was hard to believe how the Great Xia Imperial Palace could allow a fake eunuch to stay in the palace for so long, and this guy was even by the current Empress's side.

She could even imagine what a storm it would stir up in the dynasty if this matter were exposed.

Unfortunately, she wouldn't be around to see it.

As night fell, the group camped out in the wilderness, and Ning Chen slowly woke up. The first thing he saw was Princess Miaoyu's bright and enchanting face illuminated by candlelight.

"Awake?" Xia Miaoyu smiled charmingly and said softly.

"Princess Miaoyu." Ning Chen's mind raced, and he guessed the identity of the person in front of him. Although he had never met Xia Miaoyu, in this group, someone with such temperament and appearance was not hard to identify.

The area near his left shoulder still hurt a lot, but it was bearable. That day, Qing Ling had blocked an arrow for Grandson, and today he had blocked an arrow for Xia Miaoyu. Thinking about it now, it was utterly tedious.

As Ning Chen's mind wandered, a strange smile crossed Xia Miaoyu's lips. She said, "Can you explain to me how you snuck into the palace?"

Hearing this, Ning Chen's body trembled as he snapped back to attention, greatly alarmed. He then looked up at Xia Miaoyu, forcibly suppressing his panic, and feigned confusion, saying, "What does Your Highness mean? This humble one doesn't quite understand."

"Did Qing Ling not tell you that we share the same master?" Xia Miaoyu said with a faint smile.

Ning Chen was surprised again. He truly didn't know about this, and he had never heard Qing Ling mention Xia Miaoyu.

If Xia Miaoyu's words were true, his identity as a fake eunuch must have been exposed. The yang energy in his body had not been lost, making it easy to detect.

Seeing the change in Ning Chen's expression, Xia Miaoyu's smile gradually faded, and she said coldly, "You truly have audacious nerve, daring to sneak into the palace with an impure body."

If she hadn't detected that this young man's aura was only at the Martial Arts First Rank, she would have even suspected that he was responsible for the previous assassination attempt on the Xia Emperor.

Hearing Xia Miaoyu reveal his biggest secret, Ning Chen narrowed his eyes and said, "Your Highness, my entry into the palace was truly out of necessity. I hope Your Highness can be lenient."

He knew that Xia Miaoyu probably wouldn't expose his secret, because it would bring her no benefit, and might even offend Grandson.

His identity couldn't be revealed unless it was to use it to bring down Grandson. However, Grandson's lineage held high power and prestige, with two Martial Marquises commanding significant military forces and distinguished achievements. A mere blemish that could be secretly erased at any time would certainly not be enough to threaten Grandson's position.

He wasn't sure what the consequences of offending Grandson would be, but he imagined they wouldn't be good.

Moreover, during his time in the palace, he had learned much about the relationships between several princes and the various court officials, knowing that Prince Hua would likely side with the First Prince. This meant Xia Miaoyu had even less reason to expose his identity.

"You're not afraid," Xia Miaoyu looked at Ning Chen and spoke after a long pause.

"I am," Ning Chen replied.

"But I see no trace of fear in your eyes," Xia Miaoyu said calmly.

"If Your Highness believes I should be afraid, then I am truly afraid," Ning Chen said, showing weakness.

"You are clever."

Xia Miaoyu understood the meaning behind Ning Chen's words. It was simple: Ning Chen was saying that his life was now completely in her hands. If he was to die, then he should be afraid, but if he was to live, what reason did he have to be afraid?

Under the candlelight, Xia Miaoyu thought quietly for a moment. Days before their departure, both Grandson and Qing Ling had approached her, subtly bringing up Ning Chen in their conversations. She understood their meaning: they wanted her to secretly look after this young man.

Qing Ling was one thing, but for Grandson to personally speak up was truly noteworthy. For a mere little eunuch to receive such an enormous favor was simply unbelievable.

Therefore, she hadn't summoned Ning Chen at all throughout the journey, wanting to see how this young man would react, or perhaps, to see what was so unusual about him.

Even with her expectations, the result still surprised her. This young man never once actively sought her out, and even got along with Sword Enshrined, who was the most difficult person to deal with in the palace.

However, after today's events, she somewhat understood why Ning Chen was so highly regarded by Grandson and Qing Ling.

Though not a Great Sage, Great Virtuous Person, he was truly a person of great sincerity and kindness.

Alas, if Ning Chen knew what Xia Miaoyu was thinking, he would surely spit in her face. He just wanted to save his own life before he ran away. As for what happened to her after he left, why should he care?

Normally, he guaranteed that even if Xia Miaoyu was stabbed through the heart, he wouldn't bat an eye. She wasn't Grandson or Qing Ling; in his eyes, she wasn't even as important as the penny Grandson had taken from him.

Two people, each with their own hidden motives, pondered in the tent. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows on beautiful, delicate, charming, slightly shy, yet actually equally cold and indifferent faces...

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