Legend of Fu Yao

Meng Fuyao dragged the beautiful assassin towards the palace, passing by a flowerbed where the beautiful assassin had suddenly regained his conscious. He turned to look at the flowerbed and pushed Meng Fuyao away, struggling to make his way there. His legs suddenly lost energy, and he rolled straight into the flowerbed, crushing a section of flowers. He reached out his hand to pick something and kept it in his sleeve. Meng Fuyao followed behind him.

“If there’s anything you want to pick just ask me, why do you have to pick it personally,” she asked.

“Japanese knotweed and Snowgrass has to be dug out from its root. You might not pluck it out properly.” The beautiful assassin collapsed into the flowerbed to catch his breath.

Meng Fuyao looked at the unfortunate flowers that were squashed by him and commented thoughtfully, “I have a friend that loves plants. In winter, he would make cotton-padded jackets for his purple gromwell to wear. Whoever touches his flowerbed, even the slightest bit, will definitely be hunted down. If he were to see you like this, he’d definitely kill you.”

“You are talking about Zong Yue?” The beautiful assassin laughed. “Does he even have the ability to kill me?”

Meng Fuyao looked at him and slowly replied, “Who knows” as she went over to help him up. “Don’t stay here, let’s enter the room.”

She helped the beautiful assassin into the room. Within a short while, the blisters on the beautiful assassin’s palm burst open, and his skin started rotting. The bright red flesh was certainly a ghastly sight. His parts of his clothes were burnt onto his back. His injuries were pretty serious, and Meng Fuyao turned to look at his wounds, but at such a critical time, she was actually thinking about how it would be such a pity to leave scars on this beautiful body. She suddenly remembered that the arrow should have pierced through his body. ‘Such wounds are lethal, but why is it that even though he looks heavily injured, he doesn’t look like he is dying soon?’

She inched closer to take a closer look, but the beautiful assassin blocked her with one hand and said, “That arrow only pierced through my clothes. I knew that he had such tricks up his sleeve so naturally, I managed to defend against them.”

That being said, the fire had been set on his back, and there was no avoiding the burns. Furthermore, he should also be injured by the internal energy projected onto the arrow that hit him. Meng Fuyao, being a busybody, tried to check out his condition, but the beautiful assassin swiftly avoided it and commented, “I’ll do it myself.”

Meng Fuyao raised her eyebrows and announced, “I’ve great medicines!”

The beautiful assassin ignored her and dug out his own medication.

Meng Fuyao laughed, annoyed. “Fine fine, you have plenty of medicine. I’m just being a busybody.”

She moved a couple of close stool in front of him. “Here, with this blocking you, you don’t have to be worried about me peeking,” she said and turned around angrily. ‘Seriously, why are killers so weird, hmph, what are you even covering, I have already seen you naked.’

Lord Yuan Bao slowly climbed up and squatted on her shoulders, watching the beautiful assassin. Suddenly, it patted Meng Fuyao.

Meng Fuyao turned back and saw that obstinate fellow fainted once more, with the bottle of medication now on the floor. Meng Fuyao sighed and grumbled, “Can’t you just surrender earlier? Damn kid, what are you being so stubborn for?”

She picked up that jade bottle containing the medication and gently put him on the floor. With no shame, she tore open his shirt. His back was filled with clusters of blisters, with his entire skin red. But thank goodness the injuries on his back was not as bad as the ones on his hands. Meng Fuyao tested the medication—it was cooling and smooth. One could tell at a glance that this was extremely good medication, and with this medication, if the beautiful assassin were to take good care of his back, he could still maintain his beautiful back.

Meng Fuyao carefully applied on the medication but frowned slightly. She clearly remembered that the fire had first burnt his back, but why were the injuries not as severe as the ones on his hands?

But now was not the time for that, Pervert Meng didn’t even have the time to enjoy the beautiful view in front of her. She had heard orders and footsteps from outside the walls. Someone was heading in this direction.

Meng Fuyao looked around and saw that in a dark room, half of the room was filled with close stools. Without hesitation, she dragged the beautiful assassin into it. In between, the beautiful assassin seemed to have regained consciousness and quietly asked, “Where are we hiding…”

Meng Fuyao replied, “Latrine pit.”

The beautiful assassin seemed to have gotten a shock. Meng Fuyao waited for him to struggle, but there was no movement from him, and upon turning around, she realized that he had fallen asleep once more.

“How obedient…” Meng Fuyao sighed. “Much more obedient than Zong Yue, that lad. If he were here, he would kill me before committing suicide.”

She dragged the beautiful assassin, hiding behind the carefully stacked up close stools, cautious to not anything touch the wounds on the beautiful assassin’s back. Just when they managed to hide themselves, they could hear the door being knocked down as a large group of guards rushed in.

The leader of the group yelled, “Search, search every single palace. The assassin is most likely still around!”

The guards agreed loudly and what followed was the footsteps being dispersed, with guards searching in every room. The torch moved quickly with the guards, shining on all the miscellaneous items.

Someone commented, “Let’s take a look at the East Room.” Three to four people quickly entered the room while the rest waited on the stairs. These people were very cautious, stabbing their long speak into the crevices between the close stools, making sure that there was no one inside.

Meng Fuyao frowned. ‘It’ll certainly be troublesome tonight.’ She unsheathed her sword with one hand and held onto the beautiful assassin with another.

They hid in the corner of the room where there were the most close stools. The close stools were packed tightly and closely to the point where there was barely any space. The guards armed with spears checked the place one by one but did not find anything, so they walked further into the room.

One of the guards suddenly laughed and commented, “How would this place fit anyone? One of you going to take a look is enough.”

Upon hearing this, the rest stopped and laughed. “Then you can go in and smell.”

That person teasingly scolded, “You damn monkey, why are you acting indifferent when you benefitted.” It was then followed by that person’s footsteps getting louder.

The dagger in Meng Fuyao’s hand was now upright.

That person individually stabbed each individual crevice. The close stool stacked right on top swayed a little. Meng Fuyao frowned as she looked up, afraid that the close stool would fall and crash onto the beautiful assassin’s wounds. She quietly reached her hand over and blocked over her head.

Suddenly, a spear made its way in!

Directly towards the beautiful assassin’s heart.

The tip of the spear glistened, reflecting the yellow flame from far away. It was surprisingly bright.

Meng Fuyao readied her Destiny Rebellion!

The beautiful assassin suddenly opened his eyes.

His gaze was brighter than the spear, gleaming in the dark like a leopard waiting for its prey. He gripped Meng Fuyao’s hand tightly, preventing her from attacking.

Then, he lifted up his head and suddenly lifted his thumb up.

In the dark, in between the crevices of the close stools, the severely injured beautiful assassin woke up and had his thumb up towards the long spear that was about to pierce through him.

In that instant, the spear stopped.

The sharp spear, glistening in the dark, only stopped short at a millimeter away. The guard slowly kept his spear.

As he kept his spear, he laughed to his waiting companions. “Damn! There’s nothing here!”

Everyone heaved a sigh, and the guards waiting outside said, “The Regent King is still not asleep, waiting for our report. At least we tried our best. Since there isn’t anything here, let’s go to Han Yin Xuan then.”

That guard dragged his spear as he traced back his footsteps, scolding, “The stench here is terrible. What a waste of my effort.” Suddenly, it was as though he tripped over something, he lost his balance. “F*cking rats!” he cursed.

At this time, everyone had already made their way out of the room. He rubbed his feet on the floor and rushed out. The light from the torch moved towards the walls and gradually disappeared beyond the doors. With a “kacha’, the doors shut closed, and darkness fell, once again.

In the darkness, Meng Fuyao heaved a huge sigh.

She wasn’t afraid of charging her way out of the palace. Even though the Spirit Shocking Arrow certainly was terrifying, she should still be able to escape. But now that the beautiful assassin was heavily injured, the probability of escaping under the Regent King’s watch was close to zero. ‘Ah, this troublesome fellow certainly implicated me.’

She heartlessly pushed away the blame, but the truth was that the person that was being implicated wasn’t her…

The sounds gradually disappeared afar. Given the size of the palace, there should be no one coming back for now. After calming down, Meng Fuyao kept her dagger. She then noticed the palm that the beautiful assassin had used to grab her were all sweaty and gently pried his fingers away. “Relax, it’s over,” she tried to soothe him.

And then she asked, “You have inside help?”

The beautiful assassin took a glance at her, in that gaze was probably ‘you dumbass how could I trespass the palace without inside help’.

Meng Fuyao mumbled, “Didn’t I enter without inside help?” But all that got her was another gaze retort from the beautiful assassin—’that’s because you got lucky.’

Meng Fuyao was too lazy to fight with an injured person. Furthermore, the two were in the middle of stacks of close stools which probably wasn’t the best place for a conversation to take place and the the beautiful assassin beside her wasn’t even fully clothed—the clothes were torn apart at the back, and the front of his shirt was barely covering the stuff it should be. His graceful shoulder lines were revealed, that smooth skin glistening in the darkness. His perfect skin and lines were like a piece of art and to be squeezed in such an enclosed space with this half-naked beauty…

Meng Fuyao, this timid pervert was absolutely uncomfortable with the current situation as she pushed the close stools away and stood up, commenting, “Let’s see what your inside help has left for you.”

When Meng Fuyao stood up, she suddenly felt that something was wrong and instinctively turned towards the beautiful assassin. But he hid behind the close stools, and Meng Fuyao could not see anything wrong with it. She tried to recall that flash of intuition that hit here, but somehow she just could not seem to remember anything. After struggling to remember, she could not help but give up and tiptoe her way towards the corner. Fumbling around, she found a tiny pouch shoved in a crevice between two close stools and took it back to the beautiful assassin.

Opening it, there was a token, a map of the palace, a list of timing where the guards changed their shifts and the different orders. There was also a small piece of paper filled with stuff she couldn’t understand—it was probably a secret code for communication.

Meng Fuyao sighed. “Ah… why didn’t he leave something to eat, only these useless stuff.”

Lord Yuan Bao rubbed his tummy, agreeing with all its might.

The beautiful assassin kept the pouch and closed his eyes. After a moment, he asked, “Now, can we move these close stools away?”

Meng Fuyao kicked Lord Yuan Bao with the front of her feet. “Hey, Rat, I remember that you rolled a stool for your owner to seat on, you rolled quickly and accurately. Actually, a stool and a close stool is quite similar, so could I trouble you to do so?”

Lord Yuan Bao kicked the beautiful assassin. “Chi, chi, chi…”

The beautiful assassin watched this pair of unscrupulous pet and owner and kept silent. He leaned against a close stool, half lying down.

“Good, a casual person! Compared to a certain someone, you are so much better!” Meng Fuyao complimented him as she inched closer, asking, “You know Zong Yue, are you also here to save him?”