mesbooks Chapter 279 Wu Qingqing
Chapter 279 Wu Qingqing
On the wedding day, the sun shone brightly, and the venue was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, creating a joyous atmosphere. Guests arrived in an endless stream to offer their congratulations, and laughter and cheerful voices echoed throughout the venue, making it a truly lively and festive occasion.
But behind this light, a force is quietly stirring in the shadows, like a venomous snake lurking in the grass, waiting for its chance to strike.
It turned out that although the Empress's family had suffered heavy losses, the remaining members were still unwilling to accept defeat. They harbored resentment towards Dongfang Wan'er and Ye Jiuchen and attempted to sabotage the wedding on this most important day to vent their hatred.
Just as the newlyweds stood before the hall, preparing to perform the wedding ceremony, a group of men in black suddenly surged in like ghosts. Dressed in tight-fitting black clothing, wielding sharp blades, their eyes fierce, they approached menacingly. In an instant, the previously joyous and peaceful atmosphere was shattered; chaos erupted, and the guests scattered in panic.
Seeing this, Ye Jiuchen reacted swiftly. His eyes instantly turned icy cold, and without hesitation, he drew his sword from his waist. The sword gleamed coldly in the sunlight, seemingly proclaiming its owner's determination. Ye Jiuchen's figure flashed, like a black lightning bolt, shielding Dongfang Wan'er. His posture was upright and resolute, like an insurmountable mountain, protecting Dongfang Wan'er from all danger.
Dongfang Wan'er remained fearless, her eyes gleaming with calm and decisiveness. She swiftly drew a handful of silver needles from her sleeve, the needles gleaming silver between her slender fingers. Her movements were practiced and skillful, each thrust and flick precise and accurate, as she fought alongside Ye Jiuchen. Their coordination was seamless, as if they were telepathically linked. Ye Jiuchen's swordplay was fierce, each strike capable of repelling several enemies; Dongfang Wan'er's silver needles, however, were unpredictable and elusive, making them impossible for the men in black to defend against.
With their valiant resistance, the attackers were quickly driven back. Seeing the situation was turning against them, the men in black fled, leaving behind only a chaotic wedding scene.
Through this experience, Dongfang Wan'er and Ye Jiuchen deeply understood their importance to each other. They cherished their hard-won relationship even more and became even more determined to spend their lives together. Therefore, they decided to distance themselves from the court's intrigues and power struggles, leaving the court's power struggles and deceit irrelevant to them. Hand in hand, they left for the mountains and rivers, using their medical skills to help people and living a carefree life like hermits. Amidst the green hills and clear waters, their love story became a legend, passed down through generations.
In that tranquil countryside, a gentle breeze caressed the fields, and Ye Jiuchen and Dongfang Wan'er spent a peaceful and idyllic time together. Far from the strife and clamor of the court, they spent their days together, either treating villagers' illnesses or strolling among the green hills and clear waters, as if all the world's troubles were irrelevant to them.
However, the waves of fate quietly began to rise, and their peaceful life did not last long.
One day, sunlight streamed down the country lane as they went out as usual. Suddenly, they discovered a mysterious old man, severely wounded and barely breathing, in a patch of grass. The old man's clothes were tattered, and his wounds were bleeding profusely, clearly indicating he had suffered a serious injury. Without hesitation, Ye Jiuchen and Dongfang Wan'er quickly took the old man back to their lodging. In the days that followed, they cared for him day and night. Dongfang Wan'er, with her superb medical skills, carefully prepared herbal remedies to heal the old man's wounds; Ye Jiuchen tirelessly stayed by his side, ensuring the old man's safety and comfort. With their efforts, the old man gradually recovered.
Finally, as the old man was leaving, he stopped. He turned around and gave Ye Jiuchen and Dongfang Wan'er a deep look. His eyes held complex emotions—gratitude, profound meaning—as if he could see through their fate. The old man slowly spoke, "Thank you both for saving my life. If you ever encounter difficulties in the future, you can come to Lingshan to find me." His voice was deep and hoarse, yet carried an undeniable power. After speaking, he turned and left, gradually disappearing into the distance.
At first, they didn't take the old man's words to heart and remained immersed in their peaceful lives. But soon after, strange things began to happen. Ye Jiuchen and Dongfang Wan'er discovered that wherever they went, there were always suspicious strangers watching them from the shadows. Sometimes it was at the market, where these people pretended to select items, but would occasionally cast strange glances at them; sometimes it was on their way to make house calls, where there seemed to be figures moving about in the woods.
"Could it be the remnants of the previous faction causing trouble again?" Dongfang Wan'er frowned slightly, her eyes filled with worry. She knew all too well the cruelty and complexity of court intrigues; the losers rarely gave up easily. And yet, even though they were far from the court, they were still being secretly watched, which made her suspicious.
Upon hearing this, Ye Jiuchen frowned deeply, his eyes flashing with a cold light. He gently grasped Dongfang Wan'er's hand, offering her comfort and strength: "No matter who it is, I will not let them harm you. As long as I am by your side, I will never let you fall into danger." His tone was firm and resolute, as if it were a promise to Dongfang Wan'er, and also a warning to those who were secretly spying.
As time went on, this spying became more frequent, casting a shadow over their lives like a dark cloud. Several times, during their nighttime journeys, they were suddenly attacked without warning. Dark figures emerged from all sides, wielding sharp blades, their attacks menacing. Ye Jiuchen swiftly drew his sword; his swordsmanship was fierce, each strike whistling through the air, like a dragon emerging from the sea, repelling the enemy. Dongfang Wan'er was not to be outdone; the silver needles in her hands transformed into streaks of silver light, sometimes piercing, sometimes sealing, skillfully deflecting the enemy's attacks. But they knew that such passive defense was not a long-term solution.
Ye Jiuchen and Dongfang Wan'er decided to stop waiting passively and took the initiative to investigate the origins of these mysterious people. During their investigation, they searched everywhere for clues, piecing together the truth from villagers' fragmented conversations and the movements of the mysterious figures. They discovered that a huge conspiracy seemed to be hidden behind these people, and this conspiracy was related to a palace secret case from many years ago. It was a long-buried history, filled with power struggles, entanglements of interests, and countless secrets and lies.
Driven by a thirst for the truth, they resolutely embarked on their journey to Mount Ling. Along the way, they braved wind and rain, traversing mountains and valleys. Mount Ling was shrouded in mist and clouds, resembling a fairyland. The swirling mist acted as barriers, concealing countless unknowns and mysteries. They continued along the winding mountain path, their hearts filled with both a yearning for the truth and a touch of trepidation about the unknown.
Finally, deep within the sacred mountain, they met the mysterious old man. He stood before a simple thatched hut, quietly awaiting their arrival. His face remained weathered, but his eyes had become even more profound.