Chapter 150: Chapter 92: Has Xing Yuan Been Captured?

Jun Moling first had a military doctor bandage Chunyu Che’s wounds.

After settling everything, he suddenly turned around, fury blazing, and sharply demanded, “Where is he?”

Soon, a young man was shoved to the front by several soldiers.

Shen Ruoxi was the first to stride over.

The man appeared to be in his twenties, with an abnormal pallor and wearing the armor of their camp’s soldiers, exuding a sinister aura.

“Xing Yuan?” Shen Ruoxi tentatively asked.

The man, upon hearing this, began to struggle violently, like a beast out of control, baring his teeth and claws as if he wanted to swallow Shen Ruoxi whole, being firmly held down by the soldiers beside him.

“What the hell is Xing Yuan?” Jun Moling was filled with confusion, his brows furrowed.

Shen Ruoxi frowned deeply, her expression grave as she patiently explained, “The son of the former Sect Hierarch of the Demon Sect, he committed heinous crimes in the Capital City, murdering countless innocents. His father was killed by me, and he narrowly escaped, but he’s skilled in the Disguise Technique, and this person feels very much like him,

though I can’t be completely certain if it’s him.”

In fact, the person captured was indeed Xing Yuan.

Just yesterday, after Jun Moling returned, he immediately sent people to capture him, leaving Xing Yuan with almost no place to hide.

Barely escaping death, he was bent on finding Liu Qian, as only Liu Qian could save his life.

But he suddenly realized his Disguise Potion was missing. Without it, he couldn’t disguise himself as the Sect Leader of the Golden Saber Sect, and how could he then seek Liu Qian for protection?

So, he decided to take a desperate risk, returning to the cave to search for the potion.

However, the cave was now heavily surrounded by Jun Moling’s soldiers, making it impossible for him to approach.

Coincidentally encountering a lone soldier, he set his heart, killed the soldier, and donned his clothing.

He thought he could thus slip by unnoticed, but unexpectedly ran into Shen Ruoxi and Chunyu Che dueling there.

Seeing Shen Ruoxi, he immediately recalled the vengeance for his father’s death, unable to suppress the fury in his heart, and shot a cold arrow at Shen Ruoxi from a dark corner.

This impulsive act of Xing Yuan caused him great trouble, being hunted by Xu Ji and Guan Qizhe.

If he still had his full strength, possessing all of his powers, he wouldn’t have regarded these two at all; even if he couldn’t win, escaping wouldn’t have been a problem.

But now, with only sixty percent of his former power left, he couldn’t withstand the joint pursuit of these two, unable to fight and unable to escape, he was eventually captured.

Even so, Xing Yuan felt no regret for his impulsive act, as the unavenged death of his father drove him to want to take Shen Ruoxi’s life entirely.

“You’re Xing Yuan?” Jun Moling asked, his face dark, exuding a chilling aura that seemed to congeal the air around him under his oppressive presence.

Xing Yuan was never one to be easily frightened. He glanced at Jun Moling with a sidelong look, provocatively replying, “You’re Jun Moling?”

Jun Moling was almost amused by his audacity, but Shen Ruoxi hurriedly pulled him and said, “I can verify if he is Xing Yuan first. Let’s check on Chunyu Che’s condition.”

Jun Moling nodded slightly, then ordered his soldiers beside him, “Lock him up and keep a strict watch on him.”

The soldiers saluted and escorted Xing Yuan away.

On the other side, the military doctor had already bandaged Chunyu Che’s wounds.

At this moment, Shen Ruoxi’s heart was in turmoil; on one hand, she wished Chunyu Che would just die, but on the other, she didn’t truly wish for his death.

“How is he?” Jun Moling’s voice was icy cold, devoid of any warmth.

The military doctor quickly replied, “To report to the Marshal, Chunyu Che should be out of life-threatening danger.”

Jun Moling’s mood at this moment mirrored Shen Ruoxi’s, filled with contradictions.

The envoys of Beichang Country, led by their Prime Minister, knelt in rows.

The old Prime Minister said shakily, “Prince Zhan, Military Doctor Shen, our Prince is truly innocent and shouldn’t have to bear all this. Now, he has already repaid the favor to Military Doctor Shen with his life, may we humbly request to take him back to Beichang Country, whether he lives or dies, it will be up to fate.”

“We humbly request Prince Zhan, Military Doctor Shen, to allow the envoys to take our Prince back to Beichang Country.” As soon as the Prime Minister finished speaking, the Beichang envoys called out in unison.

Jun Moling turned his gaze to Shen Ruoxi, noticing her lips bitten to the point of bleeding, staining her mouth with crimson, but she seemed to feel no pain.

From the moment she gave Chunyu Che the Condensing Spirit Pill, she had made her decision.

She waved her hand, her voice weary and hoarse, “Take him away!”

The Beichang envoys, as if granted amnesty, hurried to assist their Prince carefully onto the carriage.

Fearing that Jun Moling and Shen Ruoxi might change their minds, they quickly boarded the carriage, hastily bowing to Jun Moling and Shen Ruoxi before urging the driver to leave at once.

The carriage wheels rolled forward, kicking up clouds of dust as it sped away, soon disappearing from sight.

Jun Moling watched Shen Ruoxi, who seemed as if someone had ruthlessly pulled out her soul, looking utterly forlorn.

The sunlight spilled over her face but did not add a trace of brightness, instead accentuating her sorrowful expression.

His heart ached intensely, his voice turning exceedingly gentle, “If you act now, it’s not too late to retrieve him.”

Shen Ruoxi lifted her eyes to look at him, bewildered, his handsome face and deep black eyes filled with a heart-wrenching tenderness in the dazzling sunlight.

A tear rolled down from her eye, and she slowly shook her head, mumbling softly, “No, my father, my brothers, and the twenty thousand Shen Family Army, they will forgive me.”

“Ruoxi, don’t be like this. If you persist, I will spare no effort to kill him,” Jun Moling’s words carried determination and resolve.

Shen Ruoxi shook her head again, her voice as soft as a mosquito’s buzz, “I’m a bit tired. I’ll go rest now. By the way, Jun Moling, don’t be so kind to me, I might take it seriously.”

Her voice was so low that the moment the words left her mouth, they were softly blown away by the gentle breeze.

However, Jun Moling heard them clearly, his hand subconsciously tightened, his eyes glistening with moisture, full of pity and helplessness.

“Ruoxi, from today on, I, Jun Moling, swear to heaven that I will never let you shed a single tear of sorrow again. I will ensure your lifelong happiness.”

Watching her leave, Jun Moling silently vowed in his heart, his gaze firm and unwavering.

Shen Ruoxi returned inside, washed her face with cold water, then lay directly on the bed, gently closing her eyes.

Qing Ning stood by, stunned. What happened to her mistress?

She stepped forward, tentatively asking, “Miss Shen, are you okay?”

Shen Ruoxi, feeling vexed and troubled, pulled the thin quilt over her head.

Qing Ning dared not press further, only softly saying, “Miss Shen, please rest! Just don’t cover your head, be careful not to suffocate.”

However, Shen Ruoxi gave no response, letting the tears flow freely, soaking her face.

In her heart was an overwhelming burden of pain and guilt.

She knew well that her father, brother, and the twenty thousand Shen Family Army would never forgive her.

She felt she had become the sinner of the Shen Family, the heavy guilt pressing down on her like a mountain, leaving her breathless.

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