Warmth under the Spring Crimson Canopy 81: Chapter 82
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It is Qing, how could he appear here? 0
 
San Chun's eyes were filled with surprise, but Qin Huai Wang looked as if he had seen a ghost. The wine cup he was holding tipped over, spilling onto the rolling dragon python robe, yet he remained oblivious. 0
 
Zhong Xue smirked slightly and deliberately asked, "Does the king still remember this person? If I am not mistaken, this should be Gongzi Qiulan. I have found the king's son; does the king find this pleasing?" 0
 
Qin Huai Wang remained silent, his face showing no trace of joy. 0
 
What should he feel? His son, whom he had personally driven away, had returned, and was brought back by someone he could not offend. Should he be happy about that? 0
 
He did not want to recall the scar from the past, did not want to touch it, nor did he want to see this son. 0
 
He suddenly stood up, pointed outside, and uttered a single word: "Get out." 0
 
Qing did not move, lying on the ground in a crying posture, pleading, "Father, please forgive me. I will never dare again." 0
 
The sudden disappearance of Gongzi Qiulan had always been a mystery; no one knew where he had gone or why he had vanished. Qin Wang never spoke of that incident from years ago. Five years had passed, and no one mentioned it again; it seemed he had faded from people's minds. 0
 
But today, what was happening? Those who had once disappeared were back—both men and women—were they still the same? 0
 
People in the great hall began to calculate the calendar to see what day it was. 0
 
The kneeling Qing begged desperately for mercy, his cries growing louder. He was nothing like the Qing San Chun knew. The Qing she knew had always been proud and would never humiliate himself like this to plead with someone who was not worth begging. 0
 
San Chun wanted to stand up and criticize Qin Huai Wang for treating his own son this way, for allowing Qing to suffer for so many years. But what right did she have? She felt a sudden tightness in her chest; even someone as proud as him would give up that pride for survival. What could she replace for him? 0
 
Perhaps Qin Wang did not want anyone to know what would happen next; the banquet ended hastily as he took Qing to the Inner Palace. 0
 
 
Stepping out of the main hall, San Chun did not notice Zhong Xue among the crowd. He had not left the palace, or perhaps he had gone to the Inner Palace as well. 0
 
Once in Ju Rong's carriage, her expression remained poor throughout the journey. Ju Rong asked her what was wrong, but she did not respond. Overall, it felt awkward, a kind of awkwardness that was hard to articulate. 0
 
Since Ju Rong had some matters to attend to, they were among the last to leave Qin Palace. The carriage moved along the long palace path, and just as they were nearing the palace gate, San Chun suddenly spotted someone rushing toward them. The person's clothes appeared somewhat tattered, and the sword in his hand bore a faint trace of red, seemingly bloodstains. 0
 
San Chun recognized him clearly; it was none other than the Crown Prince of Qin, who had been anxiously awaited by Qin Wang. His disheveled appearance and panicked demeanor indicated that he had just been attacked. 0
 
But could it be? Was his late arrival due to someone trying to kill him? 0
 
In a moment of shock, she suddenly noticed that a group of armed men in black had appeared around them, surrounding Prince Autumn Walk and their carriage. 0
 
One of the black-clad men shouted, "Kill them all, leave no one alive." 0
 
The driver outside opened his mouth to call for help but was silenced as a sword severed his throat, causing his body to collapse immediately. 0
 
All of this happened in an instant. San Chun was startled as a Bronze Sword was thrust toward the carriage. 0
 
She never expected to be ambushed even within the Inner Palace, especially in such unfortunate circumstances alongside the Crown Prince of Qin, with whom she had no connection. In a hurry, she drew her sword from Ju Rong and attempted to leap from the carriage. 0
 
Ju Rong called out, "Dan, don't!" 0
 
San Chun did not listen. Regardless of whether this was merely a coincidence or not, if she wanted to survive today, she had to protect herself. 0
 
She jumped down and engaged in battle with the assassins. The autumn prince also noticed her; he gritted his teeth and remained silent, his fierce expression quite terrifying. 0
 
San Chun's swordsmanship was half-taught by Qing. Although not as fast as Qing's style, it excelled in agility and lightness, focusing on precise thrusts rather than heavy slashes. Each move she made showed effectiveness. However, this time she found it extremely challenging because these black-clad men coordinated perfectly. It seemed they had practiced countless times; every step and every movement was calculated meticulously, leaving no room for her to counterattack. 0
 
 
She did not want to fight alongside Autumn Walk, but at this moment, she was forced not only to protect herself but also to protect him. Because as long as he was alive, she would be the next target if he died. 0
 
The sword flowers danced around her as she defended herself step by step, soon retreating to the edge of a green wall. Autumn Walk was with her; they made way for the carriage. Ju Rong kept peeking out, while San Chun was so anxious that she shouted, "Hurry up!" 0
 
Only then did Ju Rong react, quickly grabbing the reins and rushing away. 0
 
While San Chun defended herself and retreated, she tried her best to distance herself from Autumn Walk, but it seemed that this gentleman had decided on her; whenever she moved away, he moved closer. 0
 
Countless generations ago, Qin Wang built this palace on the mountaintop to incorporate the breathtaking cliffs into the Qin Palace. Now, she and Autumn Walk were fleeing through this palace, cornered with no way out, lacking even a single barrier that was easy to defend and attack. She shut her eyes in fear, already imagining how painful it would be to have a sharp blade pierce her flesh. 0
 
In this critical situation, they had no ability to turn the tide. Just as they were about to meet their end under the swords, a brilliant flash of sword light suddenly appeared from the front right. In an instant, she felt its speed as it cut through a black-clad man with the force of a fierce wind—so sharp and unyielding. 0
 
Only someone with such swordsmanship could save her in the palace, and that person could only be Zhong Xue. 0
 
She opened her eyes and indeed saw Zhong Xue swiftly changing his moves to strike at the black-clad man. It was an extraordinary sword, just like the one Qing had given her. The elegant sword style that pierced through flowers and leaves from a hundred steps away contained boundless power and decisive moves as swift as lightning, with a faint light glimmering at the hilt like a blue gemstone resembling a shooting star. 0
 
With him by her side, she immediately felt calm and fought alongside him with her precious sword. The black-clad men saw that their plans for today were failing; they feigned an attack and began to flee. Even in their escape, they were so orderly that it was clear they had undergone special training. 0
 
“How are you?” Zhong Xue asked urgently, checking her hands and feet thoroughly. When he saw that she was unharmed, he let out a sigh of relief. 0
 
He cursed softly, “You Girl, I told you to hurry up and leave; why are you dawdling here?” 0
 
San Chun forced a bitter smile; when did he ever tell her to leave quickly? 0
 
Turning back to look at Autumn Walk, his face was pale as if he were a withered grass swaying in the wind, unsteady on his feet. 0
 
Zhong Xue smiled slightly and asked, “What do you think, Crown Prince?” 0
 
 
"I'm fine." The Crown Prince of Autumn Walk gasped heavily. 0
 
He turned to look at San Chun, who had clearly recognized her, his dark eyes sharp and merciless: "Don't think that because you saved me, you will be exempt from the crime of escaping." 0
 
San Chun couldn't help but sigh inwardly; she wasn't doing it for him. Did she really expect others to thank her? 0
 
The Crown Prince of Qin had urgent matters to attend to and hurried off to see Qin Wang. After he left, Zhong Xue escorted her out of the palace. As they walked along the long corridor, he suddenly sighed softly, "You have indeed disrupted This Lord's important affairs." 0
 
San Chun was taken aback. When she saw the regret on his face, she couldn't help but wonder if he had arranged this assassination himself. 0
 
How could there be such a commotion here without any palace guards coming to check? It turned out he had dealt with it. 0
 
Seeing her expression, Zhong Xue knew what she was thinking and smiled faintly. "But this is also good; keeping him around will be enough to give Gongzi Qiulan a headache. When two tigers fight, the fisherman benefits." 0
 
San Chun was momentarily stunned. She had only heard that Chengyang Jun was skilled in political maneuvering, but seeing it firsthand today made her realize how adept he truly was. He had played a big game in the State of Chu and was now entangled in schemes here; his mind was indeed sharp. 0
 
He must have reached an agreement with Qing to help him regain his identity and deal with Crown Prince Autumn Walk, clearing obstacles for him in the future. As for the benefits, Qing must have compensated him well. 0
 
Thus, power is truly terrifying; it can turn a once good person into something ugly. Zhong Xue did not hide his thoughts; it was one thing for him to be ugly, but why did her Qing have to change like this? 0
 
She couldn't bear it in her heart; it felt suffocating, and she wanted to shout out loud, but fearing it would scare others, she held back. 0
 
Outside Qin Palace, Ju Rong's carriage was waiting at the palace gate. He stood in front of the carriage, pacing back and forth, rubbing his hands together until he saw them come out and finally let out a long breath. 0
 
"My daughter, it's so good to see you safe." 0
 
San Chun comforted him for a moment, coaxed him into the carriage, and turned to say goodbye to Zhong Xue. They were about to leave Xianyang and return to Yan State. 0
 
 
Zhong Xue said coldly, "You go first. Snow will arrive soon." 0
 
San Chun nodded. As she was getting into the carriage, she heard his voice again, "Remember, do not get involved with any men, otherwise..." 0
 
Before he could finish, the carriage had already left, but the meaning of his words was clear; if she dared to flirt with someone, he would probably strangle her. 0
 
She pouted and thought to herself that she wasn't anyone to him, so why should he care who she was with? 0
 
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As she hurried back to the Yan Kingdom, the moment she stepped into its territory, a strong sense of nostalgia hit her. She took a deep breath and felt that even the air here was familiar. Once a person leaves their homeland, they become like an orchid without roots, floating like duckweed on the waves, dancing like autumn leaves in the wind, or scattering like dandelions... Yet the dream of home always follows them. 0
 
For the past two years, all she had been thinking about was returning to her hometown. Perhaps back then, in her youthful arrogance, she had resolutely decided to bid farewell to her beloved hometown and follow the one she loved in search of ideals; it was indeed a romantic thing to do. Unfortunately, after eloping, one ended up missing and the other, like her, couldn't even remember who she was. 0
 
She had picked up a Chu accent while at Qing Academy, but upon arriving in Yan Kingdom, without anyone teaching her, the Yan accent naturally slipped out as she spoke with her fellow townsfolk. When they reached the outskirts of Liuli River and boarded a boat, hearing familiar accents from across the river made her smile uncontrollably. Forgetting her shyness, she struck up a conversation with a stranger on another boat: "Where do you live? I live in Hengtang. May I ask for directions? Perhaps we are from the same hometown." 0
 
The man was pleasantly surprised and quickly replied, "Indeed we are from the same hometown; let's travel together." 0
 
 
 
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