Time Travel: Pampered by the Aloof Prince-Chapter 427 There’s No One Under Heaven I Don’t Dare to Kill

Chapter 427: Chapter 427 There’s No One Under Heaven I Don’t Dare to Kill

Qiya had been completely stunned from the moment Shi Zhou barged in.

Jiang Xuerong, with one hand injured, found it somewhat difficult to fight Shi Zhou. Catching a glimpse of Qiya’s dazed expression, she cursed under her breath and roared, "Why aren’t you helping yet!"

It was then that Qiya snapped out of it and drew her sword.

But she still hesitated, unsure whether to join the fight.

She had a grudge against Shi Zhou, but after all, she had never killed anyone and couldn’t bring herself to deliver a lethal blow like Jiang Xuerong.

And most importantly, she simply wasn’t a match for Shi Zhou.

Her previous defeats had instilled in her a sense of fear towards him; just the sight of Shi Zhou made her unconsciously timid.

Seeing that Qiya was slow to act, Jiang Xuerong cursed to herself for her incompetence and decided not to count on her anymore.

Shi Zhou parried Jiang Xuerong’s attacks with her sword while retreating.

It wasn’t that she was afraid of Jiang Xuerong, but rather the strange fragrance filling the hall was like a spider’s web, tightly ensnaring her.

Gradually, she felt her strength waning, and her grip on the sword became unsteady.

When Jiang Xuerong saw this, a bloodthirsty look flashed in her eyes.

This time, she was determined to end the life of this wild girl with a single blow.

Jiang Xuerong focused her energy and concentrated all her strength into her left hand before striking out.

Shi Zhou took the full brunt of the strike, and blood spilled from her mouth.

Jiang Xuerong let out a cold laugh, pressing forward relentlessly, picked up the sword that had fallen to the ground, and examined it closely, exclaiming in admiration, "Quite a fine sword indeed."

Shi Zhou, clutching her chest, was panting and unable to speak.

Jiang Xuerong pointed the sword at her and said with a laugh, "It must be quite the sensation to die by your own sword."

Shi Zhou coughed violently, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Just as the blade was less than an inch from her neck, it was knocked away by a force coming from behind.

Liu Wensheng had just recovered, and effortlessly knocked the sword from Jiang Xuerong’s hand.

Jiang Xuerong glared at him with hateful eyes, regretting for a moment that she hadn’t acted sooner.

Liu Wensheng saw right through her thoughts, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he spoke in a cold tone, "It seems I’ve been too merciful towards you."

Jiang Xuerong oddly sensed a hint of killing intent in his calm words, a flicker of panic in her eyes, but her voice remained fiercely defiant, "Your power hasn’t fully recovered yet; it’s still uncertain whose life will be taken."

Liu Wensheng couldn’t be bothered to exchange further words and with a flick of his sleeve, disabled her other hand.

Jiang Xuerong let out a piercing scream, a pain more profound in her heart than that coming from her hand.

From now on, not only would she be unable to wield a sword, but she would also be unable to use her Inner Strength, no different from a cripple.

Qiya watched this scene in shock, then a wave of relief washed over her.

Fortunately, she hadn’t heeded Jiang Xuerong’s words to strike out against these people.

Otherwise, she might have ended up just as helpless.

Liu Wensheng gave Jiang Xuerong, who was still screaming, a cold glance and ignored her. He stepped forward to help the injured Shi Zhou up and took a small white porcelain bottle from his bosom. He poured out two pills and had Shi Zhou swallow them.

"These are Qingfeng Pills provided by Senior Mo, effective for protecting the heart and stopping bleeding."

After swallowing the elixir, Shi Zhou took a moment to recover, feeling the tearing pain in her chest lessen somewhat.

Feng Yue struck Jiang Xuerong, knocking her out with one palm, and his furrowed brows finally relaxed slightly, "Annoying."

As he watched Jiang Xuerong collapse to the ground like a lump of mud, Qiya swallowed hard and waved her hands in a panic, "This matter... has nothing to do with me."

Shi Zhou was meditating and cultivating his breathing, too busy to pay attention to her.

Feng Yue was naturally reticent and merely glanced at her without saying anything.

But Liu Wensheng curved his lips into a hook, his gaze cold as he spoke methodically, "Does the Princess know what fate awaits your master?"

At his words, Qiya inexplicably felt a chill, blinked, and asked in a stumbling tone, "What... fate awaits her?"

Liu Wensheng spoke indifferently, "I will turn her into a cripple and then lock her in a dark dungeon where she can beg for neither life nor death."

His tone was calm as if discussing something trivial, yet each word sent shivers down one’s spine.

Qiya trembled all over, her voice quivering, "You... I am a Princess of Tulan, you can’t do this to me!"

"Heh." Liu Wensheng suddenly let out a soft chuckle, "There’s no one in the world I dare not kill."

Qiya was so frightened by his words that her entire body stiffened, and she felt as though she had fallen into a pit of ice, her complexion terrifyingly pale.

As she pondered how to escape, the palace doors were opened from the outside.

She looked up abruptly, and upon seeing the newcomer, she was almost overwhelmed with joy, "Empress Mother!"

The Empress had been reluctantly forced to come by Shen Xiheng, but upon entering the palace and seeing the unconscious Jiang Xuerong on the ground and Shi Zhou, who was nursing his wounds with his eyes closed and a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, her pupils shrank violently, "What happened here?"

Qiya hid behind her, pointing at Liu Wensheng and Feng Yue, and whispered, "It was these two men who injured my master."

The Empress frowned, "To dare to use violence in the palace, it seems they do not wish to live!"

The conceit in Qiya was largely inherited from the Empress, but at that moment, she was like a frightened quail, with her neck shrunken, not daring to move, and meekly said, "Empress Mother, just let them go."

The Empress then remembered her purpose; she had come to expel these two men from the palace, and it needed to be done discreetly.

She snorted dismissively, "For my royal son’s sake, I will not hold them accountable."

After speaking, she addressed Shen Xiheng, who was squatting next to Shi Zhou with a worried expression, "State Preceptor, it’s time to leave the palace."

Shen Xiheng had not expected Shi Zhou to be injured, and now, the Empress’s words were particularly grating to him.

He laughed coldly, his expression frosty, and said in a deep voice, "What if I insist on taking this matter seriously?"

The Empress was startled, then heard him continue, "You want to dismiss the injury as if nothing happened, Empress, but the world does not work so conveniently."

"And what would you have?" The Empress asked, her eyebrows twisted and her tone growing impatient.

Shen Xiheng’s gaze passed over her and settled directly on Qiya behind her, "What if I want to take the life of Her Highness the Princess?"

"You—" The Empress was stunned by his words, and after a moment of shock, she lashed out at him, "Audacious! You dare threaten the Empress and the Princess!"

Qiya hadn’t expected him to say such a thing either, feeling both afraid and wronged.

It wasn’t she who had acted, so why should Shen Xiheng take her life?

Yet, she certainly couldn’t absolve herself of involvement in the matter.

When Mo Qingshan and Jiutu arrived, they happened to hear the exchange between Shen Xiheng and the Empress.

Jiutu’s expression turned stern, his tone heavier as he cautioned, "State Preceptor, watch your words."

Shen Xiheng looked up, meeting his gaze, his words deliberate, "I fear it is not I who should watch my words, State Preceptor."

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