Chapter 8: The Demonic Envoy 2

  It's him.

  But how did he come in person? Does he have any intentions for the country of Lingyun?

  Forget it, his intentions towards whom are unimportant. What's important is that he's the one who spoke those words. It won't be easy to poison him, and there's no chance of gouging out his eyes either. There were just a hundred or so people lurking in the dark at the relay station.

  Moreover, it sounds like they are well-trained. It's extremely difficult for a hundred people to hide in such a place. Even if there were a hundred cats, it would be unlikely for them to remain silent and hidden around the area.

  In the forest, a silence. Occasionally a few insect sounds, Nalan Xianuo leaned against the tree, starting to think about what to do next.

  It was he who personally chose the candidate for the public, which also means that he personally eliminated her. If Ming Ri knew tomorrow that she would be a substitute bride, she would certainly refuse. Otherwise... take off the human skin mask?

  No... it won't work! If he takes you down, he'll surely want to make you his own. He's a brutal man, at least in that matter. The women under him never survive the night.

  Moreover, she didn't want to be a woman under him. Even if she had to, she would have to be on top, she hated the feeling of being suppressed.

  Wait! Nalan Xinnuo, where did you go?! Nalan Xinnuo shifted his stance somewhat unnaturally, and the cheeks under his mask turned slightly red. Alas, he had lost to that demon for the first time, and even blushed!

  "Who sent you?" A cold voice sounded from behind.

  Nalan Xixi was taken aback, quickly turning her head back, and saw that the person was slowly walking towards her under the moonlight. His purple robe presented a mysterious black color in the deep night, which further enhanced the overbearing aura on his body that could almost contain and devour everything, making people feel an unconscious sense of oppression.

  From the southernmost to the northernmost part of the Imperial City, a distance that would take no more than the time it takes to finish a cup of tea, he... actually caught up?!

  An ordinary person's physique can catch up with her, and quietly appear behind her...

  This person is far more formidable than she imagined. Heh, no wonder he's an emperor who can unify the continent.

  But what's the difference? She leaped up, her toes lightly touching the branch above, Nangong Jin took a step back, raised the black whip in his hand, and looked up.

  All he saw was a charming shadow flashing over, with empty hands, Nan Gong Jin hesitated for a moment, what trick is this woman playing again?

  As Nalan Xino was about to get close, Nan Gong Jin retreated backwards, and Nalan Xino's hand reached for his waist. With a whooshing sound, a soft sword broke through the air and came straight at him! Nan Gong Jin slightly furrowed his brow, as his long whip required distance to be effective.

  However, Nalan Xinnuo would not let him dodge, the soft sword flew through the wind like a swimming snake, rubbing against the gentle breeze to produce a 'brushing' sound. Nan Gongyin's figure was extremely fast, but at this moment, he could only defend and had no chance to counterattack.

  In an instant, Nan Gong Jin was forced to the front of a nearby boulder, with no room for retreat. The soft sword came straight at him, and he raised his hand to block it. The sword's body rested on his arm, using its fulcrum to exert force, flexible like a rope, curving downward, and the blade pierced into his back with a sharp pain...

  What a clever swordsmanship, using softness to overcome stiffness. Once the first strike is blocked, it can immediately borrow the opponent's strength to launch an unstoppable second strike... Is this poisonous?! Nangong Jin covered his chest, and a numbness began to spread through his blood vessels, permeating his entire body.

  Unable to defend against the second strike, the poisonous sword edge, such a meticulous setup, what kind of person can have such thoughts and means? Ah, unexpectedly he, the majestic Emperor Luo Tian, ultimately died at the hands of an unknown woman.

  No... this poison... it's just numbing his nerves, leaving him powerless, but not fatal! He struggled to lift his head and looked at Nalan Xianuo, but she didn't seem to want to continue.

  Nalan Xixi knew that he was Nan Gongyin, and for now, she couldn't kill him. Although he was cruel to women, he was also a decent king. Without a ruler, the country would be in chaos, and although she wasn't afraid of anyone, she didn't want to act impulsively and cause the people to suffer.

  Anyway, she just wants to leave here and go to a place where she has the opportunity to move up.

  Nalan Xixi stretched out her hand and untied the knot of the leather mask on her face. Nan Gongyin held his breath in front of her.

  The mask slowly fell, revealing an extremely ordinary face. A hint of disappointment flashed across Nan Gong Jin's eyes, but then he seemed to remember something and looked at Na Lan Xian Nuo again.

  Is she? The little princess of Lingyun country, Nalan Xixi.

  "Hmm, could it be that the ruler of Fei Yun country has discovered his true identity? But then again, it doesn't make sense to send a little princess to carry out an assassination."

  Seeing Nan Gong Jin's doubts, Nalan Xianuo calmly opened his mouth. "I don't want to kill you."

  Nangong Jin heard this, raised his head, and looked at those eyes that had just been proud and complacent under the moonlight, the gaze that made him suddenly palpitate, but such a gaze, how could it match with such a face?

  "No one would be foolish enough to send someone to assassinate a foreign ambassador, let alone the mighty Luotian Kingdom." Nalan Xino wanted to continue pretending he didn't know his identity.

  Nangong Jin's sword-like eyebrows rose slightly, and his mouth curved up with interest. "So what do you want to do?"

  He rarely asks questions of others, but this time was different. He was curious about this princess who was so skilled in combat.

  "Because I want to go to Luotian, I will marry Nan Gongyu." She looked at him, staring straight at him. Her gaze was not yearning, nor expectation, but determination.

  "Oh?" Nangong Jin slightly narrowed his eyes, his tone somewhat mocking. "You think you can?"

  Is this face enough to make people frown? Among the three thousand beauties in the harem, even a palace maid is a hundred times more beautiful than her.

  "Right." Not a single flinch, no wavering. "Only he is worthy of me."

  Across from him, the figure of Nan Gong Jin hesitated for a moment. This woman was incredibly arrogant. However, this woman's moves were swift, ruthless and accurate, not giving anyone a chance to counterattack. If he hadn't dodged quickly, he would have died at her hands more than once.

  In this world, if Nan Gong Yu said that his own martial arts ranked second, no one would dare to claim first place. But this woman, with just a few moves, made him repeatedly defeated, indeed not to be underestimated.

  He doesn't love women, whether they are beauties or uglies, women are just tools for him to vent his emotions.

  However, he cherished his talent. He knew that the little princess of Rongyun country was born out of wedlock and suffered humiliation, but he couldn't have imagined that she had such skills. Although she couldn't be used for himself, there was still temporary utilitarian value.

  "The candidate for the sacrifice of the princess has been decided."

  "They can't go anymore." Nalan Xianyu looked at him, the corners of his mouth involuntarily rising slightly. "However, if the Lord of Ling Country likes cripples, you can also insist on bringing the two princesses to offer them."

  Nangong Jin's face gradually turned cold, this woman... actually murdered her sister to marry into the Luotian Kingdom? What kind of ruthless heart is this.

  Those who achieve great things need to have such a heart, and women with exceptional skills and ambition cannot be kept. However, for now, there may still be places that need her. "I can take you to Luotian Country."

  Behind such promises, there is often a heavy condition.

  He paused for a moment and continued: "But you have to help me get something first."

  At dawn, the sky is slightly bright.

  The palace was a flurry of activity, with maidservants hurrying back and forth, each carrying various types of jewelry.

  In the bedroom, pulling the moon, no, it should be Nalan Yanran, who is now wearing a phoenix crown and a cloud cloak, sitting upright on the bed, waiting for the eight-carriage sedan to enter the palace to welcome her. However, Nalan Xianyu had a calm face, wore light clothes, and was listlessly eating snacks.

  "Princess, I beg of you, please give an old slave a way to live! Please!" On the side, an old nanny kept kowtowing, while the maids beside her held up a red wedding dress embroidered with golden phoenixes and a glittering phoenix coronet.

  "Her Majesty the Queen has arrived——"

  It seems that the eight-carriage sedan chair has arrived, and the empress dowager is personally seeing off the bride. Nalan Xianyu put down her worries and got up to walk to the door, just as she met the empress, who didn't even glance at her, passing by her and heading straight for the door.

  Outside the gate, the golden eight-carriage sedan chair, after fine carving, was like a golden house. There were forty-eight people carrying the sedan alone, which was one of the formal processions when Princess Luotian entered the imperial palace, known as "Golden House Conceals the Jade".

  Hmph, this Nan Gong Jin is indeed generous, giving her such a big face. The servant placed a wooden staircase with five sections at the bottom and stretched out his hand to let her get on, but Nalan Xianyu lightly jumped up and had already boarded the golden sedan chair.

  She finally knew that it was not much different from the extended Lincoln, unexpectedly these ancient people also had creativity. There were all kinds of food, pastries, books and fine wines in this golden house.

  Outside there is a balcony with a small purple sandalwood table on it, and the tea set on it is also very delicate.

  If it were in the 24th century, just this table and tea set would probably sell for tens of millions of dollars. Ha! Such luxury, even a wealthy country like Fengyun would be left in the dust.

  After a long time, Nalan Yanran was finally pulled by the empress and slowly walked out of the princess's palace. Her delicate body, lotus-like steps, and gentle movements were as soft as water, indeed like a pampered golden branch and jade leaf.

  Under the sedan chair, she even deeply hugged the empress, reluctant to part with her. Nalan Xinnuo watched with a cold smile.

  She got into the sedan, Nalan Yanran was also very polite and quietly sat still, Nalan Xizhao didn't bother to pay attention to her either. The sedan moved steadily until they reached the palace gate.

  At this moment, the palace gate is filled with the sound of gongs and drums, the people are crowded around, cheering and jumping for joy, a scene of jubilation.

  At the gate, Nan Gong Jin was riding a black horse, waiting there. Under the sunlight, he looked like a king's statue, and attracted the most attention, as if he were the one who was going to marry the princess, Luo Tian Da Di. Although he actually was.

  Eternal glory can never be concealed.

  It wasn't until more than an hour later that the golden sedan chair slowly exited the city. Nalan Xinnuo walked up to the balcony, took a glance in the direction of the city gate, let out a sigh of relief, and beside him, Nan Gongyin's mouth corners slightly rose.

  She didn't know what Nangong Jin was laughing at, actually, he didn't know either. He didn't know why seeing this woman made him unable to control his smile, and he couldn't help but smile uncontrollably like that.

  It's cold at high altitudes, perhaps because he stood too high, so high that only he existed at the summit. One day, a woman appeared in his line of sight, also heading towards the peak. Isn't it a pleasant thing?

  At this time, the sound of horseshoes came from behind, three men riding horses, with a black horse behind them, galloping towards.