Quick Wear: When a Delicate Beauty Becomes Cannon Fodder

The Little Princess in the Palace (48)

  Rong Yan walked up to Ruan Ruan in full view of everyone.

  Qi Guanyao didn't dare to stop him. Ruan Ruan was still in the other party's hands, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

  Rong Yan's robe rustled in the cold wind, and the white corners of his robe fluttered in the air.

  Ruan Ruan stared at him in a daze, getting closer and closer.

  After just a few steps, Rong Yan arrived in front of her.

  We just met yesterday, and we met again today under such circumstances.

  She no longer avoided Rong Yan's gaze, as there was no need to do so in the current situation.

  They were very close, and the faint scent of Rong Yan was everywhere in their breath.

  Qi Guanyu didn't stop him.

  Rong Yan tried to comb the messy hair on her forehead, but was stopped by Yun Zhu.

  "Don't move!"

  Qi Guanyu followed Qi Guanyao's line of sight and saw Rong Yan's hand frozen in mid-air, landing on top of Ruan Ruan's head.

  He smiled and said, "Yunzhu, don't be rude. Since the Prime Minister wants to get close to Miss Ruan, I should support him. Now that things have come to this, can the Prime Minister still go back on his word?" Qi Guanyu's words were full of daggers, reminding Rong Yan that even if he regretted, it was too late.

  "Hold the dagger farther away, don't hurt Miss Ruan, she is very precious now!"

  Yunzhu obediently moved the dagger further away, no longer touching her flesh.

  Rong Yan seemed to be deaf to Qi Guanyu's words. He lightly touched Ruan Ruan's forehead with his fingertips and brushed the messy hair away from her face and carefully tucked it behind her ears.

  Every movement reveals cherishment, and the eyes are full of affection.

  Ruan Ruan felt a little uncomfortable and leaned back slightly to avoid his fingertips——

  Rong Yan suddenly made a move, grabbing Yun Zhu's hand holding the knife with his left hand, and inserting his right hand into the gap between the dagger and her neck to hold the blade.

  Warm blood dripped onto Ruan Ruan's chest.

  Rong Yan retracted his left hand and loosened his right hand that was holding the blade. As he turned his wrist, he felt the dagger piercing his flesh, and there was a slight sound of it entering the flesh.

  Everything happened in a flash and blood began to gush.

  Ruan Ruan turned her head to look but was stopped by Rong Yan. She felt a sticky and warm touch on the right cheek and neck, and then a strong smell of blood filled her breath.

  Rong Yan covered her eyes with his intact hand, "Don't look."  

  After a pause, he squeezed out a sentence with a difficult voice, "Don't be afraid."

  What exactly do you want her to not be afraid of...

  He didn't say.

  Qi Guanyu looked at them leisurely, as if he was not surprised at all.

  No one was sent forward to catch them.

  "Prime Minister, you really hurt my heart!"

  Two sounds of breaking through the air came one after another.

  Two feather arrows shot straight at me, their tips shining silver and at tricky angles.

  Rong Yan held her and avoided one, but just happened to enter the trajectory of another.

  It pierced deeply into the flesh.

  In fact, if he ignored her, Rong Yan could have gotten away with it, but he couldn't bear to do so.

  Qi Guanyu was sure of this, so he dared to use such a strategy.

  An arrow pierced the heart.

  Rong Yan still had his hands on Ruan Ruan's back, his head resting on her shoulder, and even at this moment he was smiling. Ruan Ruan's hands, which were about to push him away, froze in mid-air, staring blankly ahead.

  The mist in his eyes kept accumulating until it could no longer hold on and fell off.

  Time seemed to have stood still.

  Until the person in front of him could no longer hold on, his body slowly slid down, and finally half-knelt on the cold ground.

  As he slid down, his arms hooked around her and held her in mid-air, causing her to sway slightly.

  The roar in her ears and the white mist in front of her eyes disappeared in an instant, and she woke up as if from a dream.

  She tried to pull him up, but was pulled down with him.

  "Rong Yan!" She finally spoke, her voice trembling extremely.

  White clothes stained with blood.

  (End of this chapter)