C139 Dissension

Something seemed to have flashed past Xie Qingrong's mind. Clutching tightly onto Zhangsun Wenyan's white wrist, she asked: "How long was he gone for?"

Zhangsun Wenyan seemed to have also realized that something was amiss. She didn't care about the waves of pain that came from her wrist and quickly replied, "About fifteen minutes."

Xie Qingrong only felt that the taut string in her brain instantly snapped.

Today, with Ye Ningyu's faintly discernable provocative gaze, the white handkerchief, the drunk Xuanyuan Chen, and the young eunuch who was supporting him.

Everything was a trap!

Damn it, she had not realized that she had fallen into Ye Ningyu's trap.

It was no wonder that the Pear Blossom Wine was a little as calm as water today. The pot of wine that he was holding was obviously prepared specially for Xuanyuan Chen.

If it weren't for his special physique, he probably wouldn't have been able to escape this calamity.

There was a special palace in the palace that was meant for ministers staying over. Xie Qingrong's figure was flying around like a butterfly, searching room by room, but not a single one of them could find him.

His back was covered in a thin layer of cold sweat that soaked his clothes, but he was completely oblivious to it.

At the end of the corridor, Ye Jiaze held a folding fan in his hand. He was dressed in blue and looked handsome.

"Miss Xie, where are you going in such a hurry?" Ye Jiaze blocked with the fan in his hand, stopping Xie Qingrong from walking in a hurry.

Xie Qingrong fiercely raised her eyebrows, the murderous intent in her deep black eyes slowly spreading out. A frightening sneer was hung on her lips, "Good dog doesn't block the way, scram."

Ye Jiaze was shocked by Xie Qingrong's killing intent. Xie Qingrong took the chance and unfurled the blade edge of the sleeve arrow in his hand, then fiercely stabbed it into the fan. The sound of paper being torn apart sounded. The fan in Ye Jiaze's hand instantly shattered, she raised his hand, and the fan was thrown away.

Xie Qingrong's blade pierced straight towards Ye Jiaze. Ye Jiaze was caught off guard and held onto the blade tightly.

The blade of the scimitar cut into the palm of his hand. Blood dripped down the blade, splattering onto the ground.

Ye Jiaze looked up and met Xie Qingrong's scarlet eyes. He was shocked and immediately let go of his hands, forcefully forcing the smile on his mouth as he said: "Miss Xie, it's already been an hour.

Hearing this, Xie Qingrong's ice-cold blade edge directly rested on Ye Jiaze's neck, as she stared coldly at Ye Jiaze like a death god, "Ye Jiaze, it really is you." Ling Ran's killing intent was contained within her ice-cold words, as though in the next moment, she would pounce over and tear Ye Jiaze apart.

"That's right, it's indeed me. So many times there are banquets, I realized very early on that you are an alcoholic and every time you would take away the jug of wine in front of Prince Chen, so … "

Ye Jiaze squinted his eyes, but before he could finish, he was cut off by Xie Qingrong, "Therefore, you traded the wine in front of me and Prince Chen, but unfortunately, I wasn't tricked." Xie Qingrong said coldly.

"Ye Jiaze, listen carefully. If Xuanyuan Chen really does something that cannot be saved, I swear, I will make you regret forever coming up with such an idea for Ye Ningyu."

Xie Qingrong said one word at a time. With a slight shake of her hand, a line of blood appeared on Ye Jiaze's neck.

"This is only a little bit of interest. In the future, I will return everything that you've done today tenfold."

But, what responded to Xie Qingrong was Ye Jiaze's strange smile.

Suddenly, the palace hall that was only for the ministers to rest and stay for the night was suddenly brightly lit, as bright as day. The eunuchs and palace maids entered one by one with lanterns in their hands.

Xie Qingrong's gaze darkened. She finally understood what that smile of Ye Jiaze's meant. She had obviously calculated everything, and before Xuanyuan Chen's effect could be completely removed, they would catch him as a pair.

If Ye Ningyu really had a relationship with Xuanyuan Chen, then the marriage agreement between her and King Jing was set. Emperor Xuanyuan had originally planned to give the marriage order on the second day.

He did not expect that he would give her a loophole, giving her the courage to gamble everything on this, and the resolution to live on the brink of death. If it wasn't for the fact that she had no relationship with Xuanyuan Chen, she really would have clapped for her.

It was a pity that Xuanyuan Chen was hers and no one could get their hands on him.

Xie Qingrong blocked Prime Minister Ye's path and said coldly: "Prime Minister Ye, why did you bring so many people along? If you disturb the king's rest, what crime would you be punished for! "

Prime Minister Ye had a calm face as he said, "Miss Xie, I will take responsibility for this matter. Please take a step back, I will be forever grateful."

Xie Qingrong's entire body was filled with a bone-chilling aura, her gaze was sharp and cold, she sneered: "What if I don't give in?"

Ye Wenfu was extremely anxious for Ye Ningyu's whereabouts, and he did not have any good intentions towards Xie Qingrong, "Since Miss Xie does not want to accept my offer, then don't blame me for being rude."

Finished speaking, Prime Minister Ye waved his hands, and the thugs behind him all pounced towards Xie Qingrong.

Xie Qingrong squinted her eyes, with killing intent leaking out from her body, it seemed like the old cunning fox was panicking, if not he would not have acted so arrogantly in the palace and attacked him.

The sleeve arrow on his wrist had a silver cold luster, the blade's edge extended out, threatening the thugs who wanted to attack.

"No one can pass through here today. If you want to pass through? "Yes, unless you step on my body."

The head thug winked at the people around him, meaning to sneak up on her as long as he could keep her safe.

Xie Qingrong saw that they were slowly approaching the encirclement group, the corners of her mouth curled up, and her face remained calm and indifferent. She took out the violet-gold whip s from her waist and used her [Storing Power].

The thugs and Xie Qingrong were already caught in the middle of the battle. Ye Jiaze looked at the ever-changing whip technique in Xie Qingrong's hands and was instantly stunned.

This was indeed a good whip art.

He retrieved an undamaged folding fan from his chest and joined the battle.

Just as Xie Qingrong's whip fell, Ye Jiaze's flying fan had already been thrown towards Xie Qingrong, bringing with it an imposing aura.

Xie Qingrong turned her body slightly, the fan brushed past her shoulders and sneered, "Lord Ye's fan is not that good."

With a leap, Ye Jiaze retrieved the folding fan back into his hand and smiled faintly: "My favorite folding fan was just pierced open by Miss Xie's sleeve arrow. I wonder if Miss Xie still remembers that?"

Seeing the Prime Minister Ye bringing people to search one room after another, while Ye Jiaze was still stopping him, it was clear that he wanted to stall for time.

Xie Qingrong's cold eyes swept across Ye Jiaze's forehead and she coldly said: "I don't know, get lost." The blade edge of the sleeve arrow fiercely slashed forward once, carrying Ling Ran's killing intent as it pierced straight towards Ye Jiaze's chest.

Ye Jiaze used his fan to block the blade edge, but the fan was pierced by the blade.