Time Travel: Pampered by the Aloof Prince-Chapter 418 I Insist on Dragging Her Out

Just as he furrowed his brows in contemplation of this issue, a sharp noise suddenly emanated from outside the window.

Shen Xiheng abruptly turned his head to look, only to see a flash of white light. A dagger emitting a cold gleam flew in from outside and pierced solidly into the column propping up the roof beams.

"What is this?" he exclaimed in surprise, eyes wide.

Mo Qingshan had gone out to drink, leaving only him and Shi Zhou in the room at the moment.

Shi Zhou, hearing the noise, opened her eyes. First looking outside the window, she saw not a trace of anyone and then turned her gaze back to fixate on the dagger stuck in the column for a while.

She rose to her feet and walked over to the column. Instead of immediately removing the dagger stuck in it, she first found a cloth and, placing it between her hand and the weapon, she abruptly pulled out the dagger.

"This is the unique hidden weapon of Qianshan Sect, the Qianye Blade," she said, closely examining the pattern on the dagger before speaking gravely.

"Qianye Blade?" Shen Xiheng frowned, the name sounded quite elegant, but why did it appear here?

After confirming there was no poison on the blade, Shi Zhou removed the cloth and held the dagger between her fingers.

After playing with it for a while, her eyes slightly cool, she explained, "Legend has it that this blade can cut through iron as if it were mud. It seems to have a weak attack power, but it targets vital points. A single slash across the neck is enough to result in instant death."

Hearing her dispassionate words, Shen Xiheng suddenly felt a chill on his neck, "Is this blade that formidable?"

Seeing his disbelief, Shi Zhou hooked her lips slightly and drew the blade’s edge across her fingertip. In just an instant, blood eagerly gushed out.

Her intention was to demonstrate the blade’s lethality to Shen Xiheng, but unexpectedly, when he saw this, his lips immediately pressed into a tight line.

"I..." Shi Zhou wanted to explain that such a minor injury was really nothing to her, for she had suffered far worse wounds while practicing martial arts in Tuyun Village.

It was just a few more drops of blood, nothing serious.

But confronted with Shen Xiheng’s darkened expression, she fell silent nonetheless.

Shen Xiheng walked over to her, took the dagger from her hand and threw it aside, then found a bottle of antiseptic medicine among the various bottles and jars Mo Qingshan had brought. After treating her wound, he said with a headache, "You could have just said so. Why harm yourself?"

He increasingly felt like he was caring for a daughter, his heart burdened with the concerns of a father.

No wonder Shi Fuyou always looked furious when dealing with Shi Zhou—it turned out there was a reason for it.

Shi Zhou pursed her lips, observing his anxious expression, a flicker of contrition flashed in the depths of her eyes.

Yet at the same time, an irresistible warmth blossomed within her.

Back in the village, when she bled profusely, her father would at most toss her a bottle of medicine.

Sometimes, when in a bad mood, he would even scold her.

Although Shi Zhou knew he meant well, she was stubborn; the more unpleasant the words, the more impatient she became.

The father and daughter had fought countless times, but neither could convince the other.

Yet a mere word from Shen Xiheng had completely melted her heart. She responded earnestly, "I understand."

She would not do so again in the future.

Because someone cared for her and could not bear to see her injured.

When Mo Qingshan entered the room, the scene he laid eyes on caused his face to change instantly, "Injured?"

Forgetting even to drink his wine, he hurried forward to inspect Shi Zhou’s wound.

Shen Xiheng had just applied the medicine and had not yet bandaged the wound when Mo Qingshan looked down carefully at the injured finger of Shi Zhou, furrowing his brows for a while and then asked with puzzlement, "Where is the wound? How come I can’t see it?"

Shen Xiheng said seriously, "Thanks to the antiseptic medicine from senior Mo, it has almost healed."

When Mo Qingshan heard this, he knew that it was nothing serious and his hanging heart finally relaxed.

However, when he found out that it was Shi Zhou who had made a cut on his own finger with a knife, his look at the two people became even more subtle and he said in a deep voice, "Was there a need to waste my antiseptic medicine on such a small injury?"

Yet, when he caught sight of the dagger flying in through the window, his expression became serious again.

He touched the pattern on the knife and said with some disbelief, "Qianye Blade?"

Shen Xiheng, while bandaging Shi Zhou’s finger, turned his head and asked, "Is there something strange about this knife?"

Mo Qingshan shook his head with a sigh and said, "Qianshan Sect has been destroyed for many years; I didn’t expect to see the Qianye Blade again."

Shen Xiheng, who was ignorant about the affairs of Jianghu, was even more astonished at this and asked, "Why was it destroyed?"

There were not many sects in Jianghu whose names people could recall, and most of them had some strength. How could such a sect just be destroyed?

Putting down the knife, Mo Qingshan heaved a sigh and then said, "Five years ago, Qianshan Sect was burned down by a fire. No one knows the reason. It was said that everyone in the sect was burned to ashes, even Sect Leader Shen Qingcang died in that fire."

Hearing these old stories of Jianghu, even Shen Xiheng was stunned.

A large sect, just like that, wiped out by a fire of unknown origin.

Seeing that his expression had darkened, Shi Zhou paused before advising, "You don’t need to feel sad for them; the people of Qianshan Sect were not good people."

"Hmm?" Shen Xiheng felt more confused now.

Realizing that Mo Qingshan had glared at him, Shi Zhou shrugged, "I didn’t say anything wrong. The end of Qianshan Sect, though regrettable, should not be forgotten; ten years ago, they also set fire to others. It can only be said that this is karmic retribution."

Mo Qingshan choked up, then hummed, "You young girl, you know quite a bit."

Shi Zhou said indifferently, "Tuyun Village may be isolated from the world, but we are well-informed."

What she didn’t say was that her only pastime while in the village was wringing Jianghu secrets from Zhou Ruhai, which was far more interesting than reading any of the classics.

Unable to argue with her, Mo Qingshan went back to drinking in silence.

He did not really agree with the way Qianshan Sect handled things, but Shen Qingcang could be considered his friend.

To have an old friend die in such a murky way, along with the complete destruction of the sect, had always weighed heavily on his mind.

But Shi Zhou wasn’t wrong either. It could only be said that there was providence in the unseen will of heaven.

Shen Xiheng roughly organized some things from their conversation, but right now, what he cared more about was why this knife had suddenly appeared in the room.

"This person has come to provoke us time and again without actually striking at us, what exactly do they want to do?" asked Shen Xiheng, frowning.

Shi Zhou only glanced at the mark carved by the knife on the pillar and knew that the person probably intended to kill.

The reason for this stab was likely to give them a warning.

Recalling what Mo Qingshan had mentioned earlier, that Jiang Xuerong was Qiya’s master, she couldn’t help but speculate.

The corners of her mouth curled into a cold arc as she spoke lightly, "Since she likes hiding in the shadows so much, I will have to drag her into the light."

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