Chapter 140: Chapter 82: The One Who Abducted Ning Zhen Was Xing Yuan

Jun Moling heard this and remained completely unfazed, his expression unchanged, only the corners of his mouth slightly curved into a faintly contemptuous arc. He said coldly, “Matters of this prince are not something the Emperor can meddle in! General Xiao, you had better go find Military Guard Ning quickly. If you delay, she might truly be in peril.”

Xiao Chengyi was immediately choked, and all the words he wanted to say seemed blocked, leaving him momentarily unable to retort.

He looked at Jun Moling, who gently spoke to Shen Ruoxi, “I’ll take you back.”

Jun Moling’s large hand remained around Shen Ruoxi’s waist, their posture intimately natural, like a beautiful painting, stabbing Xiao Chengyi’s eyes with the urge to kill.

Although Shen Ruoxi felt slightly uncomfortable inside, she was truly tired of Xiao Chengyi’s entanglement. Having Jun Moling by her side was best, so she responded, “Alright, thank you, Prince.”

Jun Moling smiled, “My honor.”

Watching them leave together, Xiao Chengyi felt a surge of bitterness overwhelming his heart, his eyes fixed on their retreating figures, fingers gripping so tightly they were nearly crushed.

He clenched his teeth, internally correcting himself: “Since we’re separated, I no longer have ties with her.

There are countless women in this world, and I am still young, with my official rank continually rising. Having won military merits this time, my future holds limitless potential. Why worry about being without a woman?”

“As for Shen Ruoxi, she can marry whoever she wants! I, Xiao Chengyi, do not care.”

Though he spoke so stubbornly, his feet felt as heavy as lead, his head light, his heart unbearably pained, and he wanted to cry.

By now, the rain had stopped, and Jun Moling retracted the umbrella with one hand, yet the hand around Shen Ruoxi’s waist remained unmoved.

Shen Ruoxi only felt as if the spot he held was burning, extremely uncomfortable, so she gently tried to pull away, softly saying, “Prince, it’d be best if you let go of me first.”

Instead of loosening his grip, Jun Moling seemed to intentionally pull her closer, his tone gentle yet undeniable: “Ruoxi, given our current relationship, you must adapt. Such intimate gestures will be frequent.”

Shen Ruoxi bit her lip lightly, thinking to herself: Clearly, he said it’s fake; he doesn’t wish to be bound by marriage, merely stopping the mouths of gossips.

And she, she only did it to resolve the Emperor’s urgent situation, treating it merely as a contract marriage.

Acting like this, how could he explain it to the girl in his heart?

Thinking this, Shen Ruoxi’s brow furrowed slightly, a hint of conflict and helplessness in her expression.

Yet Jun Moling seemed unaware, his arm around her unyielding.

Shen Ruoxi decided to ignore it, while a satisfied smile played on Jun Moling’s lips, as they proceeded towards her tent.

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The air post-rain was exceptionally heavy, the rich earthy smell lingering throughout the mountains and fields.

A dark shadow moved ghost-like through the muddy, rugged mountain path, tightly grasping a slender woman under his arm.

Before long, he stopped in front of a particularly hidden cave.

He cautiously surveyed the surroundings, ensuring no one had followed, then brought the woman into the cave.

Roughly, he threw the woman under his arm to the ground like a dead dog, then lit an oil lamp with a match.

Afterwards, he picked up a nearby water bag, greedily gulping down several swigs, his Adam’s apple rolling and producing a “glug, glug” sound.

Under the dim lamp light, most of his face remained hidden in shadows, casting large, distorted figures on the wall, exuding a bone-chilling aura.

“Shen Ruoxi, you finally fell into my hands.” His voice resonated with an eerie chill, as if from the depths of hell.

No sooner had his words fallen, he swiftly drew a sharp dagger, crouching down, staring malevolently at the woman lying on the ground, her face obscured by messy hair.

The dagger glimmered coldly under the faint light, seemingly about to fall.

However, at this critical juncture, his father’s last words thundered in his ears: “Do not kill her; using her for practice can greatly enhance your power.”

This person was none other than Xing Yuan, relentlessly pursued by Cloud-listening Pavilion, a fugitive.

Thanks to his superb Disguise Technique, he repeatedly evaded their assassinations.

Once, the Golden Saber Sect Leader had dealings with his father, who seemed to have caught him in some scandal.

Out of options, Xing Yuan used a token to seek refuge from the Golden Saber Sect Leader.

He never expected the other to lead him to a remote mountain, planning his murder.

At death’s door, Xing Yuan used the Asura Evil Qi Skill to counter-kill his foe.

But in this battle, he was severely injured, nearly losing his life.

Fortunately, he had a life-saving elixir, taking it to barely recover.

Yet his inner strength was almost depleted, with survival becoming his pressing desire.

To live, he decided resolutely to disguise as the Golden Saber Sect Leader.

But how could it be so simple? Unfamiliar with most in the Golden Saber Sect, how should he mimic them?

Helpless, he feigned illness upon his return, retreating to learn the key figures’ situations bit by bit, seeking a chance amid peril.

The court’s contest became his savior.

He boldly claimed it righteous for the sect’s disciples to fight for the nation, thus went with his top disciple Liu Qian towards Capital City.

These days, he knew Liu Qian best, so did not expose himself.

Unexpectedly, in the first competition, he spotted Shen Ruoxi, and resentment flooded his heart.

This woman, the murderer of his father, he hated fiercely, deeming it heavenly justice granting him revenge.

Liu Qian, skilled and set to win first place.

Yet he secretly told Liu Qian to lose to Guan Qizhe.

Because Guan Qizhe, Capital City’s noble offspring, must not be harmed by Liu Qian.

If anything happened to Guan Qizhe, they not only wouldn’t reach the border city but face grave penalties.

Now, Xing Yuan eagerly needed Liu Qian to go to the border city, so he could follow secretly, aiming at Shen Ruoxi.

Finally, after enduring patiently, he seized today’s perfect chance.

Facing Shen Ruoxi, he longed to slash her and avenge his father.

But upon reconsideration, a simple kill too merciful, using her for practice soothed his heart’s hatred.

He tore at the woman’s clothes, muttering practice incantations, his figure pressing down.

Unexpectedly, Shen Ruoxi was not a virgin.

Didn’t rumors say she and Xiao Chengyi hadn’t shared a bed? Turned out just a shameless slut, he cursed internally.

For some reason, something lacked, practice proving less effective, filled with fury, he left.

Before, she inhaled a dose of Three-day Drunk, its aphrodisiac properties potent; he didn’t want her unconscious, so he doused her head with water.

Currently, Ning Zhen’er felt extremely dizzy, her body seemingly wrapped in flames and lava, unbearably hot.

Suddenly, a cool sensation dispelled some heat, and she abruptly opened her eyes.

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