Untouchable Lovers-Chapter 205 - 185 Divided into Two Parts Under Heaven
Chapter 205: Chapter 185 Divided into Two Parts Under Heaven
Chapter 205 -185 Divided into Two Parts Under Heaven
Wang Yizhi was waiting for someone, and at that moment, the person he awaited arrived.
A group of seven people ran from a distance, moving swiftly through the cold drizzle, which drenched their clothes, their hair, and their sharp sword edges.
The seven people stopped about ten feet in front of Wang Yizhi, forming a semi-circle around him. They were staggered, three in front and four behind, with faces that exhibited ten times more fatigue and weariness than Wang Yizhi.
Wang Yizhi still sat calmly. He lifted his eyes and smiled lightly. Even in such a desolate and simple place, his smile shone like a palace of gold and jade, his demeanor exuding the grace of a noble gentleman.
Seeing Wang Yizhi in such a state, all seven were momentarily stunned. Though they had seen many dignitaries, never had they encountered anyone like Wang Yizhi, who, even amidst rubble, remained as pristine and magnificent as a precious, flawless pearl.
Unflustered in the face of life and death.
“I am somewhat weary,” Wang Yizhi said. “Chasing me from the Southern Song to Northern Wei has only made you more relentless. I originally did not want to hurt anyone. Now, it seems, I have no choice.” His words were refined and elegant, so out of sync with the murderous aura that even as he declared his intent to harm, no one could raise their guard.
Before he finished speaking, one of the assassins felt a blur before his eyes and a chill on his neck. In his final vision, it was Wang Yizhi’s tranquil gaze.
When had he come over?
As the assassin fell, he was still thinking.
The moment the assassin fell, Wang Yizhi dropped the half-broken sword in his hand, and smoothly took up the longsword from the falling assassin, substituting it for the broken one he had found. Naturally, he did not hesitate to take a better replacement.
After taking the sword, Wang Yizhi revealed a nonchalant smile, took a diagonal step, and presented the sword’s blade toward the second assassin on the right. Despite the extremity of the killing, his movements were still imbued with the elegance of a natural-born noble, as if he was merely plucking a fresh willow branch and passing it casually to someone else.
With a gentle swipe across the neck, he eliminated the second enemy, under their astonished and incredulous gaze.
When it was the turn of the third person, he finally reacted, managing to dodge the critical strike, leaving only a mark of blood on his shoulder. Wang Yizhi smiled regretfully and thrust his hand backwards toward the fourth man.
The seven had not anticipated that this noble-like figure would suddenly become a harbinger of death. In a blink of an eye, he had dispatched two of them. They had chased him from the boundaries of the Southern Song to Northern Wei, while Wang Yizhi had continuously evaded and avoided confrontation as much as possible, only to suddenly counter-attack at this moment. Moreover, his swordsmanship was exceptionally skilful.
The cold drizzle unceasingly fell, drenching the rooftop and dribbling down from the eaves, cascading wave after wave of mournful coldness mixed with the mist that enshrouded the earth. Wang Yizhi’s face was also covered with a layer of rainwater, his hair completely wet, strands sticking to his cheeks, accentuating the handsome definition of his brows and eyes.
He bore several wounds on his body, fresh blood seeping out, soaking his clothes and diluted further by the rainwater, as if smeared with watered-down crimson.
Wang Yizhi sighed and withdrew the longsword from the neck of the man in front of him, watching as he slowly fell, becoming the seventh corpse lying on the ground.
With a peculiar smile, Wang Yizhi discarded the longsword he had seized and turned to walk toward the mud house at his back. Before reaching the door, the dilapidated wooden door creaked open, revealing a man standing at the doorway, his robe splattered with blood, almost obscuring the fact that it was originally white. A delightful red dot adorned his brow, his newly grown hair slightly darkening at the top.
Wang Yizhi smiled at the monk and said, “Jiran, why have you come out? Your wounds have not yet healed; it would be best for you to rest more.”
Jiran’s gaze swept over Wang Yizhi’s body, then over the corpses behind him. A look of sorrowful pain flitted across his eyes as he joined his palms and said, “Layman, to save me, you have stained your hands with blood and harmed yourself. This truly is my fault.”
Wang Yizhi, smiling, dragged Jiran into the house, preventing him from looking at the corpses in the rain any longer.
Jiran had sustained severe injuries and had been chased by assassins, all due to a task entrusted to him by Wang Yizhi. If one were to trace the cause of the fault, it would still be attributed to Wang Yizhi.
Wang Yizhi had detected something unusual some time ago and wanted to warn Chu Yu, but since he was about to leave, he gave the responsibility to Jiran. Unfortunately, things changed along the way, involving Jiran in the process.
Jiran barely escaped with his life, but another group had set their sights on him and followed his trail to Jiangling, where he was temporarily staying, intending to eliminate him completely.
Although Wang Yizhi had practiced swordsmanship in his youth, he generally disliked fighting and found encounters with assassins rather dull. He thought to simply avoid the situation, and since he had planned to travel to Northern Wei, he took Jiran with him into Northern Wei territory. However, what they hadn’t anticipated was that upon entering Northern Wei, the assassination attempts became blatant. It seemed as if their opponents had cast aside all reservations, forcing him to take the matter seriously.
He intended to take Jiran to a friend’s house in Northern Wei, where it would be convenient for Jiran to heal. If he brought a group of assassins to his friend’s door, it would not be right to put his friend in danger.
It seems, there was no choice but to kill.
Tonight, right here, was the place he had specifically prepared for their demise.
Noticing the contemplative look on Wang Yizhi’s face, Jiran felt even more guilty. He knew Wang Yizhi well. Although he came from a distinguished background, Wang Yizhi had never taken a life before. But today, he had to break his moral code because of him.
Realizing what Jiran felt guilty about upon seeing his gaze, Wang Yizhi helped Jiran lie down inside the house on the earthen bed and said with a casual smile, “To kill is to kill, this issue began with me. After killing someone, am I not Wang Yizhi anymore?”
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Jiran’s injuries had been persistent, and it was not easy for him to even sit up. Seeing Wang Yizhi’s lighthearted expression, he finally let go of his worries and fell back into a deep sleep.
Smiling as Jiran fell asleep, Wang Yizhi turned his head towards the wall, facing the direction of Jiankang, as if he could see through the wall to that distant place, “Princess, seeing my note, you must have realized something, right?”
He was not in a hurry to return to Jiankang to send a warning message to Chu Yu, as the message he had left before was sufficient for her. Moreover, Wang Yizhi still had some confidence in Chu Yu.
Only…
“Northern Wei, Northern Wei…” Wang Yizhi murmured to himself twice, his handsome brows slightly raised.
These assassins, upon entering Northern Wei, seemed to have thrown caution to the wind. Did this mean that they were originally from Northern Wei? And what was Rong Zhi’s relationship with Northern Wei?
“Rong Zhi…”
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“Sister…” The chilling cold seeped into the warmth-enveloped room, causing Liu Ziyue to involuntarily curl up his body further into the blanket.
His brows were tightly knit, and even in his dreams, he showed an expression of restless distress.
Turning over in his sleep, the cruel and brutish young Emperor muttered, “Sister… don’t blame me…”
