Chapter 536: The Exquisite Youth in Red
"If I saw that right, then I’m fairly certain. I’d like to go with you and take a look, Officer." He still wasn’t entirely sure.
"Alright. Come with us. Let’s go! Out of the city." The lead officer said no more and spurred his horse to ride out of the city.
’It’d be best if it wasn’t her. If it really is General Xiang’s daughter, then this is serious. Judging by how crazed that horse looked, and that strange incident just now... if anything happens to that little girl, we’ll all lose our heads.’
Ye Qianning rode all the way out of the city gates. Along the way, nectar-eaters constantly flew to her, chirping about something. She was on the official road, which led straight to Four Directions Town about twenty or thirty li away.
’The only one she could think of right now was East Shu. Everything had been quiet on the road since leaving the Capital City, with nothing out of the ordinary.’
’By her calculations, he should be almost out of Beili by now.’
’Consort Yuan?’
’Sang Qi was already the Crown Prince. If Consort Yuan wanted to strike at someone, it shouldn’t be Sang Zhi, who was disregarded due to his eye disease.’
"Master, there’s a horse galloping toward us up ahead. It looks like... it looks like it’s carrying a child." On the official road, the carriage that had been speeding along came to a sudden stop.
The guard in practical attire driving the carriage turned his head to report to the person inside.
A hand with long, slender fingers emerged from the carriage, followed by a handsome face. The youth was about fourteen or fifteen, with a pair of golden eyes.
He gazed ahead. The horse was galloping toward them, and sprawled across its back... appeared to be a child.
A hint of surprise flickered in his golden eyes. The horse was galloping at an incredible speed, and the little child’s hands were too small to even wrap fully around its neck. And yet, she hadn’t fallen off.
Even the most good-natured horse could have easily thrown a child off at such a speed.
The child’s eyelids were lowered. It was unclear if she had fainted from fear or for some other reason, but she remained completely motionless and hadn’t fallen. It was just too strange!
"Master," the guard in practical attire said, asking for the youth’s orders.
The youth stared at the galloping horse. In an instant, it swept past them like a gust of wind. At that same moment, the child’s chubby cheeks entered his line of sight—and her eyes were open.
As she passed their carriage, a pair of large eyes swept across their faces.
That gaze was utterly indifferent. It was nothing like what you’d expect from a child of only a few years.
The youth started slightly, his golden eyes fixed on the person on horseback.
Suddenly, the youth flew out of the carriage. His red robes billowed, his Qinggong was exceptional, and his movements were incredibly fast.
"Master, where are you going?" the guard cried out, yanking the reins to turn the carriage and give chase.
Ye Qianning had been listening to the calls of the nectar-eaters, her mind piecing together the entire incident. Suddenly, she sensed a presence. She turned her head and met a pair of golden eyes.
Red robes, black hair, and devastatingly handsome features—he looked exactly like the bewitchingly beautiful vampires you see in illustrations.
The corner of the youth’s mouth curled up. Descending from above, he reached out with his long, slender fingers.
Ye Qianning’s brow furrowed. Just as his hand was about to touch her, she gripped the reins with one hand, braced the other against the horse’s back, and kicked out at the youth.
The youth hadn’t expected her to know martial arts. His hand closed on empty air, and an instant later, a heavy kick slammed into his chest. The speed was staggering, and his body was sent falling backward.
The youth’s astonishment lasted only a moment before being replaced by a flicker of delight. He flipped over in mid-air, kicked off a tree trunk, and used the force to shoot back toward the little girl.
Ye Qianning glanced back and saw the red-robed youth was catching up again. She raised her hand and flicked out a spray of silver needles, her high, childish voice ringing out coldly, "Don’t provoke me."
The silver needles were swift and densely packed.
The youth’s heart leaped in surprise as he drew the Soft Sword from his waist.