Time Travel: Pampered by the Aloof Prince-Chapter 424: You Can’t Escape Now

In the palace, Jiang Xuerong’s hand wound was hastily dressed by the Imperial Physician.

Even after applying the best antiseptic medicine, her hand was still ruined.

Jiang Xuerong endured the pain, and the thought of never being able to wield a sword again ignited a strong hatred in her heart.

"Hiss—" She accidentally twisted her wrist, wincing with a sharp intake of breath.

The Imperial Physician looked at her tremblingly and said, "It’s already bandaged."

Jiang Xuerong couldn’t bear to hear the word "good" as her hand was broken, how could it ever be good?

She glared viciously at the Imperial Physician, turning his face pale before waving her hand impatiently, "Get out!"

The Imperial Physician grabbed his medicine kit and ran, not staying a second longer.

Qiya was watching by the side, noticing her bad complexion and knowing she must be in a bad mood, could only offer comfort, "Master, there’s no need to be angry, as long as that person is still in the city, I will definitely catch him to avenge you!"

Jiang Xuerong sneered, "Do you know who he is? With your little ability, you still delude yourself into thinking you can catch him?" fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Stung by her words, Qiya’s face turned pale, and she pressed her lips together, asking somewhat unwillingly, "Who exactly is that person? To be so formidable."

With a murderous look in her eyes, Jiang Xuerong’s voice was cold and ruthless, "Liu Wensheng, I will have your body torn to pieces!"

Upon hearing this name, Qiya’s eyelid twitched violently.

The benign-looking man in white was none other than the infamous Valley Master of Evil Valley, renowned in Jianghu.

Rumors had it, he was highly skilled in martial arts and killed without blinking an eye.

Qiya had only heard that Liu Wensheng was extremely ugly, which is why he never showed his true face.

But upon seeing him today, she couldn’t help but start to doubt the veracity of the rumors.

Seeing her staring vacantly, Jiang Xuerong spoke with some dissatisfaction, "What are you dazing for, go find some people for me!"

Qiya’s thoughts were interrupted by her angry words, and she asked, somewhat puzzled, "Find whom?"

A murderous intent flickered in Jiang Xuerong’s eyes, "Find some people skilled in Witchcraft Technique, I want them to live in agony!"

Qiya hesitated, "But after all, they are from Dazhao, what if something happens..."

Jiang Xuerong cut her off impatiently, "What are you afraid of? As long as it’s done cleanly, no one can trace it back to you!"

Seeing her resolute in her killing intent, Qiya could no longer persuade her and had no choice but to secretly send for people proficient in Witchcraft Technique and bring them to Jiang Xuerong.

Five days later, Jiang Xuerong had these people disguised as maids, staying within the palace walls, ready to act at her command.

Qiya looked at her confident appearance, but felt somewhat uneasy, her brows furrowing as she asked, "Master, are they really going to enter the palace?"

Although she had sent out invitations yesterday, those men weren’t foolish; knowing this was a trap, why would they willingly walk into it?

Jiang Xuerong’s lips curled into a smile, "Merely with an invitation, they certainly wouldn’t come. So, last night, I sent another letter over. As long as they read what’s in the letter, even if they don’t want to come, they’ll have to."

Qiya grew curious, "What did the letter say?"

There was a slight flicker in Jiang Xuerong’s eyes, but she didn’t reveal the contents of the letter, instead she said, "Nothing much, just some old stories."

Half an hour later, Liu Wensheng and Feng Yue were led into the hall by a Palace Attendant.

Seeing only the two of them, Qiya couldn’t help feeling disappointed.

She was looking forward to seeing Shi Zhou being manipulated by the Witchcraft Technique, to be at her mercy.

Jiang Xuerong saw them and smiled with satisfaction, "You really came as expected."

Clutching the letter that Jiang Xuerong had written in his hand, Liu Wensheng’s eyes were cold as he looked at her, "From what is written here, how much of it is true?"

This was the first time Jiang Xuerong had the upper hand, and her face was full of arrogance, even the wound on her wrist seemed less painful.

"Isn’t Evil Valley in Jiangnan known for knowing everything? How come after so many years, you can’t even find out about this matter?" she said scornfully.

Liu Wensheng did not get angry, but just stared at her coldly, "It seems that breaking just one of your hands was too lenient."

When this matter was brought up, Jiang Xuerong felt a vague pain in her wrist. She snorted coldly and mocked, "Liu Wensheng, don’t think that you can do whatever you want just because of your martial arts skills. Even with all your abilities, you still couldn’t avenge the annihilation of your sect."

Liu Wensheng’s phoenix-like eyes narrowed slightly, and with a flick of his finger, the letter in his hand instantly turned to ashes.

Qiya, who was on the side, watched with widened eyes; such profound Inner Strength this man had.

Sensing his action, Jiang Xuerong became even more pleased, thinking she had hit his sore spot, and she went further, "You have such a tough life, that even such a big fire couldn’t kill you. However, if your master and senior brothers have spirits in heaven, seeing what you have become, they must be unable to rest in peace!"

Liu Wensheng had not yet made a move, but Feng Yue could no longer stand it.

His hand gripping the sword tightened, he was wound up tight, wishing he could just kill Jiang Xuerong on the spot.

Liu Wensheng, sensing his turmoil, drew the sword from his hand and said indifferently, "It’s not worth getting angry over such a person."

Feng Yue’s lips were tightly pressed, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot, but he still nodded in agreement, "Hm."

Seeing the two treating her as if she were not there, Jiang Xuerong’s face twisted with rage.

She slightly raised her hand, making a gesture, and those who had been standing quietly with bowed heads, upon receiving the signal, immediately sprang into action.

They moved together to surround Liu Wensheng and Feng Yue in the middle.

Watching this scene, Qiya’s heart nearly jumped to her throat.

She knew that witchcraft could bewitch people’s minds, but she didn’t know exactly how it was done.

Now, seeing these people remove their veils one after another to reveal faces charming enough to bewitch the soul, with eyes gleaming cold as those of a poisonous snake, she couldn’t help shivering.

Feng Yue stepped forward to shield Liu Wensheng, watching the group with wary eyes.

The sound of clear, jingling bells drifted from afar, and his head felt as if it had been pierced by needles, a throbbing pain ensues.

Liu Wensheng saw the pained expression on his face, his eyes shifted, and he steadied Feng Yue with one hand while waving his sleeve with the other, dispelling the faint cold fragrance lingering in the air.

He had previously heard from Qi Yu and Mo Qingshan that so-called witchcraft techniques were nothing more than poisons.

Once poisoned, along with some manipulative techniques, it would make people unconsciously start to comply.

The cold fragrance kept drifting continuously, accumulating in the air and gradually making one lose oneself.

Jiang Xuerong and Qiya had already taken the antidote and were not affected in the least.

Holding his breath, Liu Wensheng’s gaze passed over the women who had surrounded him and Feng Yue and fell directly onto the incense burner in front of Jiang Xuerong.

He drew his sword and hurled it toward the front.

In the next second, before Jiang Xuerong could even react, the sharp blade slashed the incense burner in half.

The wisp of incense smoke dissipated into the air.

Jiang Xuerong panicked for a moment, but after regaining her composure, she sneered, "Do you think that’s all the tricks I have? The doors to the palace have already been sealed shut; today, there is no escape for you!"

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