NFBE Chapter 179
Chapter 179
And so it is. No matter what, no matter how outstanding she is, she can abandon herself without hesitation, simply because her father is a lowly servant. If she were born to the Empress, or if she were the Crown Princess, would she still abandon herself?
She is determined to sit in that position and trample everyone under her feet!
Nangong Jiuyan's face was so dark it looked like it could drip water, and his eyes were sinister, but at this moment he could only agree.
"My son, I understand."
Upon hearing this, Nalan Jing said, "Then I thank Your Majesty."
She didn't care who was behind it; it didn't matter who it was. As long as Qi Lin gave her an explanation and dragged her into their struggle, she had to be prepared to be devoured by her.
In the end, all they'll do is find a stand-in to take the blame, but nobody will care who that stand-in is.
Nangong Jiuyan has learned his lesson and will surely retaliate; she only needs to sit back and watch the fight unfold.
Nangong Shiyu was well aware of the intricacies involved. She glanced at Nalan Jingwen but said nothing.
The situation looks entirely in her favor.
It's unclear whether Nalan Jingwen did it unintentionally or intentionally.
The relaxed atmosphere in the main hall had become unusually heavy, and everyone's mind was racing.
Nalan Jingwen seemed oblivious, focusing on eating the food in front of him, completely unconcerned about the chaos he had created.
At this birthday banquet, no one could eat, except for Nalan Jingwen, who ate happily.
After the banquet, her mood improved, and she told Hongyun and the others to go back first, while she herself slowly returned home under the moonlight.
The streets were quiet at night, and the people had long since gone to sleep. Only a few houses still had their lights on, and the warm yellow candlelight shone through the windows, blending with the cool moonlight, making the streets seem less dark and terrifying.
Nalan Jingwen walked along the road, the cold wind brushing against his face, dispelling the restlessness in his heart.
The moonlight is beautiful tonight; I should bring Jinse out to see it. I wonder if he's asleep.
Thinking of that shy face, as delicate as a begonia blossom, Nalan Jingwen smiled slightly. He must still be waiting for him to return.
She quickened her pace, wanting to get back to the inn as soon as possible.
He stopped abruptly halfway through, his face cold and wary as he looked around, the Thousand-Thread Blade in his hand poised to strike.
Suddenly, a faint sound came from the corner, followed by the whooshing sound of an arrow flying straight toward her face, gleaming with a chilling light.
Nalan Jingwen dodged to the side, and the arrow pierced straight into the ground.
In an instant, more than a dozen men in black appeared around them, exuding murderous intent.
Nalan Jingwen's face darkened, and he said coldly, "Who sent you?"
The man in black didn't speak, exchanged a glance, and then charged at her with his sword drawn.
Nalan Jingwen's expression hardened. Her red dress, like fire, drew a brilliant line in the dark night as she moved effortlessly among the men in black. Her figure was like a ghost as she dodged their attacks. Her features were beautiful, but at this moment she was incredibly cold.
A flash of cold light and the shadow of a sword. The sword in the black-clad man's hand was caught in the Thousand Silk Blades, and then he was thrown away. The extremely thin blades sliced across his neck, blood spurted out, and he died with his eyes wide open.
In no time, more than a dozen men in black fell to the ground, leaving the ground covered in corpses. The bright red blood soaked into the soil, turning it dark.
Nalan Jingwen put away the Thousand Silk Blade and crouched down to examine it.
Another suicide squad member.
However, she already had the answer in her heart. She casually picked up a sword and slashed her chest. Blood gushed out, instantly staining her bright red clothes dark. The wound was deep, but she seemed not to feel any pain. She expressionlessly threw away the sword and used her profound energy to leave the place.
Back at the inn, Hongyun was startled to see Nalan Jingwen's pale face. She also smelled a strong stench of blood and was shocked to see the wound on her chest. She immediately stepped forward to support her.
"Your Highness! What has happened?!"
Nalan Jingwen waved his hand and said, "Go and fetch a doctor, and find someone to spread the news of my assassination attempt. Make the commotion as big as possible, and say that I have encountered another assassin, have been seriously injured, and am on the verge of death."
Hongyun was slightly taken aback, but immediately realized what was happening.
"Yes! I'll arrange it right away. As for your injury?"
"You go first, and don't let anyone else into my room. The fewer people who know, the better."
She did it herself, so she knew the severity of the injury. It just looked serious, but in reality, as long as the bleeding was stopped and the wound was bandaged, she would recover quickly.
Hongyun nodded with a solemn expression.
"Yes."
When Nalan Jingwen returned to his room, Jinse greeted him, only to find his hand covered in dampness.
The smell of blood filled his nostrils, and in an instant, a thunderous sound rang in his ears, freezing him in place.
He trembled as he looked at the blood on his hands, his face draining of color rapidly.
His voice trembled.
"Your Majesty?"
Nalan Jingwen frowned, took his hand, and wiped it clean with a handkerchief.
"Don't be afraid, it's just a minor injury, don't worry."
Jinse wanted to touch her, but was afraid of touching her wound. Her eyes instantly turned red and filled with tears.
"How could this happen? I must go find a doctor!"
He was about to run outside when Nalan Jingwen pulled him back.
"It's alright. I sent Hongyun to fetch a doctor. He'll be here soon. I'm sorry to have worried you."
Jinse just shook her head, tears streaming down her face, unable to stop. She felt extremely distressed and wished she could take Nalan Jingwen's place when she was hurt.
"Does it hurt, Your Highness?"
As he asked the question, he realized he had asked a pointless question. How could such a deep wound not hurt?
Nalan Jingwen raised her hand to wipe away his tears and said softly, "It doesn't hurt, don't cry."
Compared to the injuries I suffered before, this one is really nothing.
Jinse's lips trembled, her whole body felt cold, as if she had fallen into a freezing snowfield. Her heart ached beyond measure, and tears streamed down her face.
"Please lie down, I will treat your wounds."
Upon hearing this, Nalan Jing suddenly realized that he had gone too far, forgetting how heartbroken Jinse would be to see her like this.
But there's no other way; if it's not realistic, wouldn't it be too easy to be exposed?
She took off her outer garment, and blood stained a large area of her snow-white inner garment. When Jinse saw this, her tears flowed even more profusely. Her fingertips trembled as she carefully undressed her, afraid of hurting her.
He was clearly extremely sad, but he didn't make a sound. He just silently shed tears, but his hands moved without hesitation as he gently cleaned her wounds.
Hongyun arrived quickly with a doctor and began bandaging Nalan Jingwen. Jinse stood by watching, wishing she could bandage her herself. She tried to speak up several times to stop her, but swallowed her words.
Seeing that Nalan Jingwen was in good condition, Hongyun said, "Your Highness, I have already sent people to do what you instructed."
Nalan Jingwen nodded, "No matter who comes, I will not see them."
"Yes."
The doctor had been warned by Hongyun and would naturally keep his mouth shut, so Nalan Jingwen wasn't worried. After giving all the instructions, the room returned to silence.
She looked at the man standing there silently shedding tears and waved to him.
"come over."