Rumble——
Amidst the lightning and thunder, the sky seemed to split open, pouring bean-sized raindrops that crazily pounded on a dilapidated temple, making a dinging noise.
Beneath the cobweb-covered statue of Buddha lay a pile of straw emitting a rotten smell.
The straw trembled slightly, releasing barely audible sobbing sounds.
A young girl, wearing a bright red dudou, her small face filled with tears and bloodstains, murmured, "Murder... I committed murder..."
In the darkness, Yun Chunnuan’s voice abruptly stopped.
Through the straw, she vaguely saw an enormous figure appear at the temple’s entrance.
Her water-filled eyes grew wider and wider, like a frightened fawn.
Is it a bear?!
In this desolate wilderness...
Her pale lips trembled, and Yun Chunnuan hurriedly covered her mouth, preventing herself from making any sound.
’Thud, thud, thud——’
The ’bear’ entered the broken temple, its footsteps making heavy sounds.
Yun Chunnuan held her breath and tightly closed her eyes, as if that would keep her from being discovered.
But she couldn’t control her trembling body...
The thudding sound came closer and closer, and Yun Chunnuan shook more violently, holding a blood-stained hairpin in her hand. At the moment the straw was pulled apart, she fiercely stabbed it forward!
’Hiss——’
A cry of pain sounded, and the mist-covered eyes suddenly opened. Yun Chunnuan then realized... it was a person!
A man!
A man as burly as a bear!
She didn’t feel relieved, but instead more frightened. Grabbing the straw in front of her, she threw it at the man and took off running amidst the flying straw.
But her bare feet stepped on the stones on the ground.
"Ugh!"
She cried out in pain, instinctively reacting, just as she was about to make close contact with the ground, her delicate bare back, tied with only two red strings, suddenly bumped into a solid wall of muscle.
Even with just one syllable, Yelyu Lie could recognize the characteristic soft and sweet tone of a Great Xia Country woman.
His thick eyebrows slightly arched, he pressed his rough fingertips against the smooth, tender skin of the young girl, as soft as tofu, a bit addicting; he couldn’t resist rubbing it.
"The Seventh Princess of Great Xia, hmm?"
Initially, he had little interest in a political marriage, but looking down at the petite girl in his arms, with eyes as sharp as an eagle’s, gradually filled with a burning fire.
Her black hair and red lips, skin as fair as snow, her small white face smeared with bloodstains, and those slightly arched phoenix eyes round and full of mist, a mix of innocence and allure that intensely stimulated his senses.
As Yelyu Lie’s stubbled Adam’s apple moved up and down, when the girl once again raised her hairpin to stab, he swiftly caught her wrist.
His lips curled into a smile, and he chuckled softly, "Still a fiery little fox."
The girl’s slender wrist seemed it could be snapped with a pinch, held tightly in Yelyu Lie’s palm, her brows furrowed in pain.
Yet she stubbornly gritted her teeth, refusing to utter another cry of pain.
Even though her eyes were filled with terror, uncontrollable tears streaming down, she stubbornly glared at the man, "Do you know I am the Seventh Princess of Great Xia Country and still dare to act impudently? Let me tell you! My Prince Consort is the Mighty General of your Bianliao! If you dare disrespect me, he will chop off your head! Flay you and grind your bones and scatter the ashes!"
Yun Chunnuan tried her best to speak ruthlessly, invoking the name of the Mighty General Prince Consort she had never met.
Before she even finished speaking, the man whose face she couldn’t see laughed out loud, "What a coincidence, I am the Mighty General of Bianliao Country, Yelyu Lie."