Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 316

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Thereafter, Meng Fuyao walked out of the room casually, ignoring the screams of the Captain. She visited the homes of the officials who were close to the Iron Guards as per the list provided by the Ninth Princess, not doing much, simply knocking down their lanterns and burning half their houses, causing the officials to tear themselves away from their soft concubines and run out buck-naked into the streets, or entering their houses and collecting their silver and spreading them out in the streets for anyone to pick. After wreaking havoc in several houses, she visited the house of the General of the Amethyst Cape Knights and spread a bag of low-quality poison into his well. Once the poison touched the water, the water immediately turned white and started frothing. Much less humans, even a pig wouldn't drink the water after seeing it.

Discovering that there was something wrong with the water, the Amethyst Cape Knights immediately began investigating. At that moment, they noticed a figure flash over the high wall, and they immediately sent some men to give chase. However, the more they chased, the uneasier they felt; why were they headed towards the direction of the Iron Guards? Just as they were deliberating, the men that were sent from the Iron Guards to go after the murderer came thundering out.

Hence, they all collided with each other.

One side thought the other side had beaten the leg of their Captain and even committed arson and robbery, the other thought the other side had sent someone to poison their well and yet still claim victim. There was already several years of animosity between the two parties, and there was simply no room for calm negotiation to determine who was behind this. Moreover, adding on to the disheveled officials on the Iron Guards' side rus.h.i.+ng over with their hair flying and their feet bare, accusing the Amethyst Cape Knights before determining anything, there could only be one result:

“Screw you, asking for a beating!”

Hence, they began exchanging blows.

10,000 Amethyst Cape Knights versus 10,000 Iron Guards began fighting each other once again, and the Eldest Imperial Princess and Third Prince immediately rushed over to quell the flames, yet this time was different from the previous. This time, officials whose houses were burnt and silver were robbed were involved; hence, they pestered the two royal members, demanding for justice. Third Prince maintained his composure and ignored the gripes of the Iron Guards and the officials, however, Eldest Imperial Princess naturally had a hot temper, and upon hearing the complaints of the leader of the Amethyst Cape Knights, her face immediately contorted in anger.

‘Fine, I haven't even bullied anyone, yet they're already trying to bully me!'

Did they not know how powerful her Amethyst Cape Knights were? She had already tolerated getting her general killed the previous time, yet Third Prince still wasn't willing to let them off! Third Prince was still acting ignorant, as well as the uncanny timing of the events unfolding, making it look as if his men were the ones getting bullied?

Eldest Imperial Princess' eyes flashed with anger. Moreover, it was still uncertain as to who would inherit the throne, and His Majesty had already given her authority. Many people had whispered in her ear that perhaps His Majesty would make her the female leader, except that he had to remain impartial and see who would emerge victorious, to see who was most suited to become the emperor. She had been swayed by such words, yet she was still uncertain. However, now that the spark had been lit, she had decided.

Fine then! Let the Xuanji court open their mongrel eyes wide and witness her power and worth!

Now that Eldest Imperial Princess had decided, she let out a cold laugh and waved an arm. Her men immediately understood her order and sprinted away to pa.s.s the message.

Once the 50,000-strong Changyong Army started moving, the 10,000-strong Divine Knights had to move as well. Now that both forces were in motion, the leader of two troops of the Changyong Army, the Tang family, immediately announced that the capital was in danger and sent one troop to settle the Divine Knights in the capital, and the other to surround the Imperial Palace. However, the Divine Knights and the Yulin Army naturally did not care, and the Little Young Master of the Tang family smiled brightly as he took out a piece of paper and wrote several words, then ran to the inn where Meng Fuyao located the imperial stamp from the toilet where Lord Yuan Bao had been using it as a stepping stone. With a “pa”-sound, a stamp was made!

A beautiful imperial edict appeared under the hands of the CEO of “Fuyao Throne-Capturing Mercenary Private Limited”!

Tang Yizhong of the “throne-capturing two-man group” carried the imperial edict and entered the chaos, adding fuel to the fire as he went along, adding a kick to someone and setting fire here and there.

This time, Dan City really was lit up in red—it was doused in flames.

Meng Fuyao didn't care at all about what she had instigated. To her, the Xuanji Royal Family were but a bunch of rubbish firewood, and anyone could ignite them with the slightest spark. She felt both delighted and worried at the same time; delighted because her natural energy was rising and was about to breakthrough, worried because the Ninth Princess had sent the message that His Majesty had been surprised after looking at the drawing, but after a long time, he continued to remain silent.

Meng Fuyao really couldn't fathom exactly what Feng Xuan was trying to play at, and eunuchs continued to invite reputable doctors to treat him, yet he still remained the same, unable to get anything out of his mouth.

After returning from the Ninth Princess' manor, Meng Fuyao had been plagued with worry. Hence, upon seeing a drinking house, she headed in, sitting in a corner with Zhangsun Wuji and taking a hard-earned break. A reading performance was ongoing, telling the story of “The Deeds of the King of Han”. As Meng Fuyao listened, her mouth twitched slightly and she commented, “Truly, the good deeds are not known yet the bad deeds spread thousands of miles.”

However, someone from the table beside her suddenly said, “Nowhere is safe.”

Upon hearing, Meng Fuyao froze—had someone recognized her? She turned around to take a look only to see a young girl sitting at the table. Her hair was tied up strangely in three braids, separating her hair into three parts as it rested on her shoulder. Gold earrings adorned her earlobes, and she was using a blade of gra.s.s to poke at something inside a box on the table. Looking at her expression, it seemed like she was talking to the thing inside the box, not at Meng Fuyao.

Meng Fuyao smiled and was about to turn back when she suddenly noticed the woman sitting next to the young girl.

She didn't look directly at the woman—all she saw were her hands beside the box. Her fingernails were flawless, yet upon closer look, she noticed that they were slightly curled as if they had been soaked in hot water. Usually, only people who were trained in physical martial arts would do it to protect their fingernails, but which woman would learn that kind of aggressive skill? Moreover, it was obvious that this pair of hands was extremely slim and smooth, and had probably never picked up a sword before, much less trained in physical martial arts.

Meng Fuyao stared at the pair of intriguing hands curiously, and her gaze followed the hands upwards to a blue and red sleeve. The colors were extremely vibrant, and upon looking upwards further, she saw a long and delicate neck, and after that, an exquisitely beautiful face.

The woman's skin was honey-colored and had a translucent quality, and her features were sharp and bright, yet she did not carry the air of a mutant race. Her eyes were deep-set, carrying a gaze that looked like a flame burning within an ocean. The first impression upon seeing her eyes was that it was cold, yet a second glance made one feel it was simply alluring.

Meng Fuyao had never seen such eyes—Zhangsun Wuji's eyes were as deep as the ocean, but it was a sun-kissed ocean, dazzling and brilliant, yet this woman's eyes were deep and brooding, like a mystical ocean that one was unable to enter.

Sensing Meng Fuyao's gaze on her, the woman looked up and gazed fixedly at Meng Fuyao. In that moment, Meng Fuyao swooned.

Thereafter, she heard the young girl suddenly let out a snort, as if unhappy that Meng Fuyao was staring too blatantly at the woman. With a push of her hand, she sent to box towards Meng Fuyao.

The five-colored box slid across the table to reveal several white paper-like things that drifted towards Meng Fuyao's arm.

Meng Fuyao poked the thing with her finger, and the thing stopped in midair and struggled for a moment before growing out four little legs. Suddenly, tubes sprang from its legs, and it sank itself into her finger.

The white tubes instantly turned red upon contacting Meng Fuyao's skin; that thing could actually suck blood!

Meng Fuyao was definitely not willing to let this monster suck her blood and reached out to break the tubes when the woman suddenly reached out and flicked, her finger, breaking the tubes. She then cast a withering glance at the young girl and made several gestures at Meng Fuyao, seeming to apologize.

Meng Fuyao was already thinking that it was too much to suddenly let monsters bite other people without reason, but when she saw the woman, she could only smile and nod, preparing to leave. However, the woman continued to look at her fixedly, then suddenly made several more hand gestures.

The three-braid young girl rolled her eyes and translated unwillingly, “Saint… Milady says, are you thinking about something? Do you have something troubling you that you can't resolve.”

Meng Fuyao was stunned and exchanged glances with Zhangsun Wuji. She smiled casually and said, “Your lady is indeed special, then can I first ask, whether your lady can tell what's troubling me?”

The woman made several hand signs wordlessly, and the young girl interpreted, “Milady says, ‘You come, and you go, but if you don't know where to go, how can you find your way?'”

Meng Fuyao was thunderstruck by now, thinking that there were indeed many wondrous people in the Five Regions Continent. This woman was probably somewhat spiritual, so she decided to continue testing her and replied, “May the lady, please explain.”

The woman sat up and smiled gently at Meng Fuyao, making Meng Fuyao swoon once again, feeling as if her brain was flying swiftly past several scenes, faster and faster until everything became a blur. Suddenly, she stopped, and she faintly heard a faint popping noise and her entire body shuddered as she watched the woman's eyes suddenly fly out and move around in her brain as if trying to replace her eyes. This feeling was way too horrifying, and her heart went cold, and she instantly woke up.

After she woke up, she realized that the woman was still sitting perfectly still opposite her. Where was there any of that eye-popping action earlier? It was probably an illusion, Meng Fuyao's mind was a blur, her heart was empty as she stared numbly, unable to speak. She was afraid of the woman's abilities now but seeing that Zhangsun Wuji had not interfered with the woman's actions, it meant that the woman was not attacking her.

Except… what was she looking at? She still couldn't recall anything.

However, the woman had already picked up the young girl and stood up, then threw over a piece of red and white paper. “Burn it and drink it, even if you don't drink it, breathing in the ashes is fine too, do what you will with it,” the young girl interpreted.