mesbooks Chapter 302
Chapter 302
Xiao Congyu waited for a while, and then saw Nalan Jingwen walk out with an icy expression, as if covered by a layer of gloom, his brows tightly furrowed, looking extremely solemn. Xiao Congyu's heart skipped a beat.
"Miss, have you discovered something?"
Nalan Jingwen's gaze swept across her face, then looked around, and asked, "Who was in the backyard just now?"
Xiao Congyu paused for a moment, then stammered, "You asked me to warm the porridge, so I took it back and had someone watch over it."
She paused slightly, then pointed to someone, "I asked her to keep an eye on things."
Nalan Jing looked over, and the servant immediately knelt down upon seeing this. "Miss, I don't know what happened. I only heard the waiter exclaim, followed by an explosion, and then a fire broke out. I really don't know!"
Nalan Jingwen's face was sullen, his eyes as dark as deep pools, devoid of any light.
She had investigated and found that the explosion originated from beneath the room where Anian was sleeping. She reasonably suspected that the attack was aimed at Anian, and she couldn't think of anyone else who could pull off something like this right under her nose except Changsheng.
"Where are the two young men?"
"over there!"
Following everyone's gaze, they saw the waiter squatting on the ground in a sorry state, with obvious burn marks on his body.
"Bring people here."
"Yes!"
The waiter was brought to kneel before Nalan Jingwen. Nalan Jingwen's expression was gloomy as he looked down at her, his imposing aura sending chills down one's spine.
What were you doing in the backyard just before the explosion?
The waiter looked up, but dared not meet her gaze. Gone was his previous fearless confidence; he seemed startled by the sudden fire, and stammered, "Yes, sir. Warming the porridge was ordered by the young lady beside you..."
"But the stove suddenly exploded, and I... I don't know what happened..."
Nalan Jingwen stared at her without saying a word.
So weird.
What's strange about it?
The night wind was chilly, giving people goosebumps, and carried with it the unpleasant smell of burning.
"Get out of here! We were just staying at an inn, and this happened. Where's the owner?!"
"Yeah! Where's the boss?! Get out here and give us an explanation!!"
Angry voices came from over there. Nalan Jingwen suddenly looked up, something flashing through his mind.
She finally realized what was wrong.
Such a big thing happened, and the innkeeper still hasn't come out. In this desolate wilderness, she doesn't think there's any other place to stay.
She opened her mouth as if to speak, but then heard Ah Nian's weak voice carried on the wind.
"elder sister."
Immediately afterwards, a sudden gust of wind arose all around, whipping up layers of sand and dust, causing the grass and trees to sway in the wind. Then, a faint fragrance, not strong but impossible to ignore, wafted towards you from afar.
Nalan Jingwen's expression hardened, and he quickly stepped in front of A Nian, his eyes half-closed as he watched the figure gradually appear.
Her figure was graceful and swaying, shrouded in layers of white gauze, accompanied by the clear sound of jingling silver bells. The lingering fragrance drifted in the air, as if veiled by a light white mist, making it difficult to see clearly.
"Immortality!"
"What? Are you so eager to see me?"
A languid, ethereal voice drifted from within the curtained room, the figure swaying, captivating the senses.
Nalan Jingwen stared intently at her, his voice cold and deep, "Did you do this?!"
Although it was a question, the tone was very certain.
The man didn't argue, but laughed and admitted, "So what if I did it?"
"Who in the world has as much humanity as me? Giving a heads-up before killing someone?"
"It's just a pity we couldn't burn him to death."
She sighed softly, seemingly genuinely regretting it.
However, Nalan Jingwen felt that something was not right.
Suddenly, her fingertips were gripped by a pair of icy hands. Nalan Jingwen turned her head and saw A Nian's beautiful, bright eyes staring straight at her. The corners of her eyes were red, like rouge that had been smudged, making her look truly pitiful.
She gripped his hand back and whispered, "Don't be afraid."
The person let out a soft laugh, seemingly mocking, and the shadow in the white veil leaned against another person as if it were soft and boneless.
"How about we make a deal?"
“I can spare his life, but he must never set foot in Baiji again.”
"Don't do it."
Nalan Jing refused without even thinking.
As expected, Changsheng didn't press the matter further, simply saying, "Then there's nothing more to say."
Her voice was slow and light, yet no one dared to disregard it.
"He must die."
Nalan Jingwen stared intently at her, his expression cold and unyielding. "You're welcome to try."
Changsheng fell silent. The wind around him suddenly stopped, and everything became eerily quiet. Nalan Jingwen, however, could clearly sense that the person behind the curtain was watching him.
Suddenly, the man asked a question.
"You care about him that much?"
Nalan Jingwen noticed that the hand holding her tightened its grip, and in an instant, several gazes turned toward her.
Nalan Jingwen's expression remained unchanged. "It's none of your business."
Changsheng sighed deeply, "Then I wish you good luck."
After saying that, the sedan chair was lifted and moved backward at an extremely strange speed, and in just a few breaths it had retreated to a distance of a hundred miles.
Nalan Jingwen's expression hardened. "When did this place become a place you can come and go as you please?"
"Shouldn't you ask me before you leave?!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the red figure flashed rapidly in the direction the sedan chair had gone, moving so fast that it was impossible to see it clearly.
Changsheng's silvery laughter drifted to her ears, completely ignoring her threat, as if he were fearless.
"Your Highness, why don't you go back and take a look? Why are you chasing after me like this?"
The next moment, Xiao Congyu's panicked scream rang out, "Your Highness!!"
Nalan Jingwen froze, turning back in disbelief. In that instant, Changsheng had vanished without a trace.
Her face was ashen, her eyes fixed on the direction where Changsheng had disappeared. She was still unwilling to accept it, but she turned around and rushed back.
Upon returning, they found Anian lying in Xiao Congyu's arms, her clothes stained red with blood, her eyes closed, her life hanging in the balance.
The waiter, who had been frightened, was surrounded by his servants. He pointed to a wolf-hair brush with his right hand, but the brush tip, which should have been soft, gleamed with a cold light. Even surrounded by so many people, he showed no fear.
The waiter's gaze pierced through the crowd, meeting Nalan Jingwen's eyes directly. A strange smile curled at the corners of his lips.
"Nalan Jingwen, I can't beat you."
"I surrender."
"But I injured him, so I can consider it a mission accomplished. It's just a pity that I didn't kill him completely."
"But it's alright, this is enough to give you a hard time."
After she finished speaking, she raised her hand with a resolute look in her eyes, without the slightest hesitation. By the time Nalan Jingwen realized what she was about to do, it was already too late.
Bright red blood gushed from his neck, and he collapsed to the ground before everyone's shocked eyes.