bacchusnovels Chapter 1925 - 471: Samsara of Life and Death, Never Truly Gone
Chapter 1925 - 471: Samsara of Life and Death, Never Truly Gone
The moment the door closed, her mind went blank for a second; when she looked up again, it was as if she’d forgotten something important.
What did Miss just say?
She remembered Miss had mentioned something very important—what was it?
Xiao Nan stood alone at the door, thinking it over and over, yet her mind was still a complete blank.
She turned back into the room and saw Yun Ya already asleep, her breathing shallow and even. Xiao Nan couldn’t bear to disturb her, so she carefully backed out of the room and closed the door.
Frustrated, she patted her own head. Her brain really wasn’t working.
Forget it, she’d wait until the Princess woke up.
Xiao Nan turned and left.
This night was destined not to be peaceful.
Agunara was staying in the hospital, mad for most of the time. Even the best neurologists couldn’t find the cause of his illness. Helpless, they could only give him a shot of sedative; only then did Agunara finally quiet down and sink into a deep sleep.
Simon went directly to find Lorde, but didn’t even get to see him, and couldn’t help clenching his teeth in hatred. That father and son were going too far.
He then went to request an audience with the Queen. The Queen received him solemnly. He explained the Prince’s situation, invoked King Lais, and earnestly begged the Queen to take charge. The Queen’s attitude was kindly, but she kept trying to smooth things over, obviously unwilling to get involved—perhaps afraid of offending Sangque.
Walking out of the palace, Simon turned back to glance at the towering palace in the night. A flash of cold light passed through his eyes.
If everyone was afraid to offend others, was the Prince supposed to suffer for nothing?
He was convinced the Queen and Sangque were in league, which was why no one could diagnose the Prince’s illness. It seemed he had to get the Prince out of here as soon as possible. After hearing about this, the King had already sent people to fetch the Prince; they were probably on their way.
Lais Country might be small, but they would not let themselves be bullied. At worst, they’d go down together.
Uneasy about the Prince, Simon hurried to the hospital.
The Prince was in a top-tier VIP ward, more luxurious than a five-star hotel, with two bodyguards posted at the door, standing guard dutifully.
Simon walked over and asked, "Has anything happened since I left?"
The two bodyguards shook their heads in unison.
Simon pushed the door open a crack and looked into the ward. The Prince was lying on the bed, sleeping peacefully.
Simon let out a breath of relief and quietly closed the door.
In the quiet corridor, it seemed as if a breeze brushed past his ear. Simon glanced around in puzzlement, but didn’t think much of it.
Inside the ward, the person in deep sleep suddenly opened his eyes. In those bulging eyes surged fear, shock, unwillingness—complex emotions one after another—yet in the end, they faded, little by little, until they finally went still.
A deathly silence.
A black shadow streaked through the night, gliding past like a ghost, soundless.
Suddenly, that figure stopped on the highest rooftop, frowned, and swept a gaze around. "It’s you."
Her eyes locked on a patch of empty air. It wasn’t a questioning tone, but a statement.
A dark silhouette flickered in and out of sight. A black robe wrapped him up tightly, not a crack exposed. From that mystery emanated an invisible, overwhelming power that made her heart involuntarily tighten; she couldn’t help but take a step back.
She drew her brows together and said coldly, "So it really is you."
It seemed she had guessed right and bet on the right person. He had not only come out of the Place of Trials alive, he had also gained immense power.
In the blink of an eye that shadow flashed right in front of her, so eerie and terrifying—but she didn’t even crease her brows, only met his gaze with icy eyes.
"Congratulations. You’ve obtained the power of the Fire Cloud Dragon. From now on, in the human world or in the heavens, there will be no one who can stand against you."
At this moment, Mingyue hung high at the edge of the sky, moonlight spilling faintly over the earth.
Yan Song removed his hood. Under the moonlight, his sharply contoured face revealed a chiseled, striking handsomeness, as if carved meticulously by the hand of heaven itself. Every brow, every eye was refined to the extreme, making one sigh at a single glance that such a countenance could exist in this world. Yet unlike a woman’s gentle grace, his beauty carried a desolate aloofness like boundless seas and broken barriers, the cutting chill of standing atop the highest peak. One look was enough to shake the soul, to make one want to kneel at his feet and submit.
In those pitch-black eyes, a faint, blood-red gleam would occasionally flash past. In this boundless night, it was like a Will-o’-the-Wisp (Liszt’s Transcendental Etude No. 5) from Hell, burning away all filthy corruption.
"This is how you protect her?" The man’s voice was a coldness pushed to the extreme; even someone as indifferent as her couldn’t help but feel her heart shrink for a beat.
He was angry because she had failed to protect Miss and let her endure too much grievance.
Helian Mingyue pressed her lips together and did not refute. She wasn’t wrong, but she would never claim she was right either.
"Let’s set this aside for now..." Before she could finish, a palm strike suddenly split through the air. Yan Song’s eyes sharpened; a streak of blood-red flashed across his gaze, making his brows grow even darker. He dodged swiftly, only to see a black-clad youth strike again with his palm, killing intent razor-sharp.