readytorunbook Chapter 378
Chapter 378
I have to say, this dancer had a tall and slender figure. As she danced, her fluttering dress occasionally revealed a flat abdomen with faintly visible, lean muscles. Looking closer, her exposed brow and eyes exuded a somewhat heroic, masculine spirit.She looked more like a man than the other person.
[Not quite, Master. Her name is Du Shuirong, and she goes by the resounding nickname 'Poison Young Master'.]
"Isn't Poison Young Master a man?"
She had always been under the misconception, based on the title, that Poison Young Master was a man.
But she had forgotten that Black Widow wasn't a woman either!
Yue Fuguang was a bit speechless. The three weirdos of the martial arts world truly lived up to their reputation: a Drunken Rakshasa who was both yin and yang, and a Black Widow who was a man dressed as a woman.
And now here was Poison Young Master, who turned out to be a woman.
Yue Fuguang glanced at Wei Ping, whose excitement was practically written all over his face, and Cai Xian, who was staring at the dancer without even blinking.
If she didn't know that he just wanted to send her to the heavenly prison to reunite with Drunken Rakshasa and the others, she would have thought the elderly Cai Xian was lusting after the dancer.
[She just likes to dress up as a young master to hunt for romance; she's not a real man.]
Hunt for romance—was it the kind of romance she was thinking of?
Good heavens, the ancients in this world were not traditional in their thinking at all. First there were cut sleeves, and then mirror rubbers. Everyone had their own preferences!
"Isn't Poison Young Master from Panshan? How did she get mixed up with the noble families?"
[Master, Du Shuirong's original name was Bai Shuirong. She is the illegitimate daughter of the deceased Second Master of the Bai family, and she is also the cousin of the Third Crown Princess, Bai Nianzhu.
She later took her mother's surname. Her biological mother was originally from Nanzhao and was the Holy Maiden of the Immortality Sect.]
What a complicated background!
Yue Fuguang watched the dancers in the center of the hall begin to spin to the increasingly cheerful rhythm of the music. Poison Young Master was like an elegant and beautiful bird, drawing everyone's attention.
"So, the Bai family and Panshan have been in cahoots for a long time? Then their family's demise was not unjust!"
Just as Yue Fuguang's words fell, a sudden change occurred in the hall. The dancer who was a man dressed as a woman approached the Second Prince and suddenly pulled a gold hairpin from his head, stabbing it toward the prince's chest.
He even shouted, "I'll kill you, you scumbag!"
If one didn't know the truth, just this single sentence would be enough for everyone present to imagine a grand drama of love and hate.
Following his sudden attack, the Second Prince was forced into an awkward dodge. Before the guards could arrive, the other six dancers acted as if they were frightened, holding their heads and screaming in panic as they dodged.
While the Second Prince awkwardly dodged the most fatal strike and everyone's attention turned to them, Poison Young Master quickly slipped to the side of the Crown Prince, who was five or six meters away.
"Watch out!"
"Protect His Highness!"
With a clang, the sound of metal striking and falling to the ground came from beside the Crown Prince.
Song Xiang, disguised as a eunuch, appeared out of nowhere beside the Crown Prince. A short sword hidden at his waist blocked Poison Young Master's fatal strike just in time.
Xie Zhiyan neatly spun and retreated a few steps, while Song Xiang led the guards forward to fight with Poison Young Master.
The dancers hiding all over the place exchanged glances and suddenly rose up, attempting to attack the ministers closest to them.
"Ah!" Yue Fuguang heard a scream and looked toward the sound in the distance.
She saw five dancers. Out of four of them, two attacked Gan Tang and Bei Ye, while the other two headed toward the civil officials of Great Yan. Unfortunately, they lost the initiative and were kicked down by those who were already prepared.
Only the last person held a bloody gold hairpin, which flashed with a golden-red light under the lamps.
In front of her was a civil official from Great Yan. Yue Fuguang recognized him; his name was Song Bo. She wondered if he had been blinded by beauty.
During the chaos in the hall, he actually tried to use his fat body and greasy appearance to shield the beauty from the storm, protecting her behind him, only to be ruthlessly backstabbed.
"You..." He turned around slowly in disbelief, blood gushing from the corner of his mouth, his fat face filled with unwillingness and ferocity.
[Master, that person seems to have been hit in a vital spot. I'm afraid he will die from his severe injuries in a moment. Right now, no one can save his life except for your pills.]
"Then should I wish him a safe journey?"
[Master, you aren't going to save him?]
"Why should I save him? To die under a peony flower, he should die with no regrets!"
Out of the seven dancers, two assassins rushed at the prince and the Crown Prince. Everyone was exceptionally alert. Only this Song Bo was blinded by beauty. Even at a time like this, he didn't forget to pull a beauty into his arms. Yue Fuguang had seen him taking advantage of her just now; the dancer had only ended up behind him to dodge his groping hands. So if he didn't die, who would?
Emperor Mingxi couldn't quite maintain his composure. His minister acting so disgracefully made him, the sovereign father, lose a great deal of face in front of the diplomatic mission.
In a matter of moments, all six were taken down. As they were being pressed down, Du Shuirong deliberately cast a glance at the Third Prince. That glance contained too many indescribable 'feelings'?
Xie the Third was stunned by the look. As if suddenly realizing something, he said to the Crown Prince, "Royal Brother, you must believe me. I don't know this woman!"
Poison Young Master, who was about to step out of the main hall, suddenly turned around with a sorrowful face and said, "Dear Xin~, Nianzhu is my cousin, and you actually say you don't know me!"
Yue Fuguang was so provoked by her calling him Dear Xin that she almost threw up the pastries and tea she had just eaten.
Xie the Third was even worse off. He was so frightened that he took a few steps back, only stopping when he crashed into the pillar behind him.
His eyes widened as he stared in horror at the tall, thin back of Poison Young Master, who was already being dragged out of the hall by the guards.
Yue Fuguang saw his legs trembling non-stop, like an old man in his twilight years struggling to stand.
His terror was probably not just because he was publicly framed, but also because of Poison Young Master's identity as a member of the Bai family and Bai Nianzhu's cousin.
The assassins only targeted the Crown Prince and the Second Prince, completely ignoring Xie Zhixin, who was right nearby. This easily led people to think the worst.
He looked hopefully at Yue Fuguang, who had sat back down, hoping this immortal lord could say a word for him.
As long as her inner thoughts mentioned this matter, the truth would surely come to light, and his innocence would be restored.
At this moment, Xie Zhixin wanted to hear the inner thoughts of these two ancestors more than ever before.
Once everyone was seated, the knocked-over cups and plates had been swiftly cleaned up by the palace servants and replaced with new ones. Emperor Mingxi waved his large sleeve and ordered those below, "Continue the music, continue the dance!"
After Eunuch Qian refilled his wine, Emperor Mingxi stood up, raised his cup, and said loudly, "Today was fraught with danger, but as long as our sovereign and ministers are of one heart, disasters will naturally dissipate. My lords, drink up this cup!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty! May Your Majesty live a long and boundless life, and may our Great Yan's national destiny be prosperous!"
"May Your Majesty live a long and boundless life, and may our Great Yan's national destiny be prosperous!"
[Master, in this hall, besides the two of us, master and servant, who else has the ability to live a boundless life!]
"Little Zhu, you can't blame mortals for having a wish for immortality."
The sovereign and ministers of Great Yan: Exactly, we are just thinking about it. Thinking about it doesn't cost any money.
The members of the diplomatic mission: What does this mean? What did we just hear? Junior Preceptor Yue and that mysterious figure actually said they could live a boundless life!
Could it be that they had truly met living immortals?
Hearing the talk of longevity, the people in the hall harbored their own hidden thoughts. Amidst the deafening roar of the crowd chanting their toasts, only Yue Fuguang frowned slightly as she caught sight of a few people's wine cups from the corner of her eye. Was this never going to end?