Chapter 367 is about beating the Crown Prince.
Chapter 367 is about beating the Crown Prince.
The appearance of the woman in white shocked everyone, and the four guards were speechless with fright.
Xia Linglong is the Crown Prince, and now he has been beaten in Xuanji Hall. As his personal guards, they have an inescapable responsibility.
Even if they had several lives, it wouldn't be enough for them to die.
The best way to survive is to capture the woman in white and then beg Xia Linglong for forgiveness.
So the four of them charged forward like tigers, even wielding their curved swords in a slashing motion.
Desperate to survive, they had no choice but to disregard the life or death of the woman in white; in fact, they preferred her dead.
"Hmph, my wife is the most powerful person in the world. You bunch of trash dare to come here to die?" Lin Ping said coldly, his voice full of confidence.
So many days have passed, but Lin Ping's nature of living off women has not changed. He also wants to make a name for himself through his own abilities, and even eradicate the entire Lotus Palace.
But in front of Jiang Yunying, all his ambitions vanished. With his wife by his side, what did he have to fear?
Furthermore, Lin Ping wanted to become stronger in order to rescue Jiang Yunying. Now that she is in his hands, there is no need for him to become stronger.
Becoming stronger isn't a good thing; what if I surpass my wife?
The woman in white glared at Lin Ping and tried several times to break free from his grasp, but failed.
This guy is like a piece of dog skin plaster, sticking to you like glue, you really can't get rid of him unless you risk peeling off a layer of skin.
With the white-clad woman's superb martial arts skills, how could she not shake off Lin Ping? You must be joking. She never intended to get rid of him; the closer she was to him, the better.
Their eyes seemed unfriendly, but they were actually exchanging glances.
To be able to show affection while being chased and hacked down by enemies is either a sign of exceptional martial arts skills or utter stupidity.
The woman in white flicked her sleeve, and the soft, limp white gauze straightened, forcefully knocking the curved knife from the newcomer's hand.
After the scimitar was knocked away, the remaining force from the sleeves landed on the four people, sending them flying several meters through the air before they crashed into the roof beams and slid down the pillars, their bodies dazed and disoriented.
"My lady, your martial arts have improved again, and when did you learn to use your sleeve to strike people?" Lin Ping praised while asking with a hint of curiosity.
Lotus Palace is famous for its swordsmanship; mastering different sword techniques is equivalent to different strengths and levels.
He had never seen Jiang Yunying display her skill with her sleeves, which seemed more in line with the temperament of a beautiful woman.
It's not good for girls to be fighting all the time. Killing someone with your sleeve is so elegant.
Then look at the four people lying on the ground. They were rolling around in pain, and even though they still had the strength, they didn't dare to stand up and beg for more blows.
The woman defeated her enemy with a single move, and with one hand at that. Such strength can only be described as terrifying; it is a level that ordinary people like them can never reach.
The woman in white didn't say a word to Lin Ping, but instead focused her gaze on Xia Linglong, her right sleeve waving again.
This time, the sleeves didn't straighten out; instead, they tightly wrapped around Xia Linglong's body and lifted him upwards with force, sending him flying like a dead pig.
Even a free fall from a height of two or three meters is dangerous, let alone when the woman in white used considerable force to fall downwards.
Click!
The moment Xia Linglong landed, several wooden floorboards were broken, not to mention his flesh and blood body.
If it weren't for the fear of losing face, Xia Linglong would definitely have screamed in agony, but he could only swallow his anger and tears.
This action startled everyone, and even Lin Ping felt that she had gone a bit too far.
He's the Crown Prince, after all. How could you be so cruel? Look at Xia Linglong's disheveled appearance. Doesn't he look very happy?
"Screw him!" Lin Ping spat, clearly having already cleared up the phlegm.
Is the Crown Prince really that great? He seems... quite remarkable.
So what if he's great? Lin Ping has found a wife and is about to return to Jiangcheng Prefecture to continue living off her. If he's so capable, come and fight me! I'm just afraid the ten thousand private soldiers in Marquis City won't agree.
What? You want to attack the city?
I'm sorry, the city walls of Jiangcheng are too high, and I'm afraid you don't have a suitable ladder.
In short, I have 10,000 private troops who dare not leave the city to cause trouble, but you shouldn't expect to break through the city gates either. It's best if we keep to ourselves and don't interfere with each other.
You, Xia Linglong, better take this beating.
The woman in white knew Xia Linglong's identity and dared not go too far. Suddenly, she pulled her jade finger from Lin Ping's hand and gracefully flew out the door, more beautiful than a fairy in the sky.
Lin Ping was pressing his nose against the other person's body to smell the fragrance when he was caught off guard by her sudden departure. He panicked and his legs shot out with unprecedented speed.
"Wait for me, my lady! Where are you going? Are you going home?" Lin Ping shouted as he ran, but he was getting further and further away from the woman in white.
The woman in white possessed the ability to fly and disappear into the ground. If she didn't want Lin Ping to catch up, she could have simply climbed over the wall. Instead, she flew straight ahead, even turning back from time to time.
As he watched the other person's figure gradually disappear, Lin Ping felt a sudden pang of sadness.
Perhaps his wife has changed and no longer loves him as much, or perhaps she is angry that he is so late in going to the Lotus Palace.
"My wife, don't worry, I will definitely rescue you." Lin Ping secretly swore an oath; if he couldn't rescue Jiang Yunying, he would be unworthy of being a man.
His low mood lasted for a long time, and he even felt so wronged that he wanted to cry.
Jiang Yunying could have stayed out of the picture, and he could have tolerated it, but now that she had appeared and stirred up the hope that Lin Ping had buried deep in his heart, he shouldn't let that hope be shattered immediately.
Even just saying a word could help him hold on for another six months.
His wife was gone, but life went on as usual. Lin Ping had to consider the current situation, and thinking about it, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
Just now... it seems that I hit the Crown Prince!
With a heart full of anxiety, Lin Ping peeked through the crack in the door to see what was happening inside. Only after confirming that Xia Linglong had left did he breathe a sigh of relief, repeatedly rubbing his chest with both hands.
"Do you know his identity?" Xia Yeran questioned, her face somewhat cold.
"Just a mere crown prince," Lin Ping replied irritably, as he really didn't want to have anything to do with the royal family anymore.
Xia Linglong had already completely outmaneuvered him, and with the unfathomable Xia Yeran added to the mix, Lin Ping didn't know how long he could hold out. He even considered including them in the ranks of his enemies to avoid suffering losses.
"Crown Prince?" Zhao Ritian and Ye Liangchen, who were standing next to him, kicked their legs, rolled their eyes, and fainted.
The Crown Prince was beaten up at Xuanji Hall? And these two were just watching? And even cheering Lin Ping on?
This is outrageous! I'd probably lose my head. The only way to mitigate my punishment is to play dead beforehand.
Xia Yeran looked Lin Ping up and down, noticing his confident demeanor, and decided to leave that topic aside for the moment, anxiously saying, "Linglong is sick, she vomited two large mouthfuls of blood!"
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