319 The One Addicted to Flowers Follows Silently (2/2)
Shanshan lowered her head and said softly, ”Chenjia is risking her life to search for her fiance in the Wilderness. She does not wish to meet us because she knew that you have injured Prince Long Qing severely. You know very well that you're the one who had caused all this, so why are you still worried about her?”
Ning Que felt a little awkward and did not know what to say to disguise his shamelessness and decided to just shut up.
It was at this time when the flurry of horse hooves clopping could be heard once more.
They opened the curtains to see Lu Chenjia, the Flower Addict, heading back again.
Lu Chenjia looked at Ning Que and suppressed the emotions bubbling up within her. She asked in a slightly hoarse voice, ”Have you guys seen him?”
Ning Que looked at the girl on horseback, and after a pregnant pause, he replied, ”I haven't seen him since then.”
Lu Chenjia did not say who she was looking for and Ning Que did not mention when he had last seen him. They both knew exactly what they were talking about. If they were too obvious about it, the hatred that was very well disguised between the two might end up in a true battle.
Lu Chenjia stared at his face silently for a long while before she wiped her lips with her sleeves. Then, she dropped her arm to her side to hide the blood on it. She asked indifferently, ”Could you please tell me where he might have gone?”
Ning Que had shot through Prince Long Qing's chest on the snow cliff. And then, a bunch of things happened after that. Now that Ye Hongyu had met up with the Papal Cavalryman of the Divine Hall, this news must have spread throughout the Wilderness. The Divine Hall was furious, but the crux of the matter was that no one knew if Prince Long Qing was alive or dead.
The one who was most concerned was, of course, his fiance. Lu Chenjia had ignored the objections and discouragement of Aunt Quni Madi as well as the others from the Divine Hall and had ridden the Snow Horse to the depths of the Wilderness.
Ning Que looked at the Flower Addict calmly. He did not feel any guilt, and was, in fact, feeling rather confident and self-righteous. He ignored the hatred in her eyes and said, ”We were too far away from each other then, so I do not know if he is still alive. You should ask Ye Hongyu about these things.”
Lu Chenjia's eyelids lowered when she heard his reply and the calmness of it. Then, she lifted the reigns of the horse and continued her journey towards the depths of the Wilderness. The figure of both horse and girl seemed extremely lonely and sad.
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In the foothills of the northernmost point of the northern slope of the Tianqi Mountain, a layer of thick snow covered everything between the heavens and the earth. It almost covered a simple leather tent. Other than the Desolate Man, there was no one else who could survive in such cold conditions.
There was a pair of father and son in the tent. They were the last of a Desolate Man tribe moving southwards. They had just completed their winter ceremony and were about to return to the gathering grounds of their tribe. However, they have to get rid of a certain trouble within their tent before they return home.
That source of trouble was a young Central Plains man.
The young man had tattered clothes on, but the yellow tatters looked expensive. It could be guessed that he was no ordinary person. It was just that he looked too pathetic right now. The hole in his abdomen did not fester due to the cold, but had frozen into something like cured meat and looked extremely frightening.
The Desolate Man father and son had found him in the thick snowdrifts in the mountains. Although he obviously belonged to the Central Plains, the pair had observed hunting traditions of the Desolate Man and had brought him back to their tent and treated him.
And even though the young man had regained consciousness, he still behaved as if he was a dead man. He stared at the linoleum on the ceiling of the tent with wide eyes and did not speak no matter what the pair asked him.
The pair could not be bothered and continued to enter the Snow Mountain daily. They searched for the trace of young beasts and worked at completing the task for the winter ceremony. They did not do anything more than just feeding the young man with a bowl of meat soup when they dragged their weary bodies back to the tent.
It could be that Haotian was watching over him, or that he had an odd vitality hidden in him, the young man did not die from this. He had only just become oddly skinny. His eyes sunk in and his bones popped out. The face that had once been as beautiful as the gods in heaven had gradually grown ugly and dark.
The young man sat up one day, and he panted in pain. He touched the gaping hole in his chest and pulled out a hunting knife from the corner of the tent while the pair were not paying attention. Then, he stabbed at the strong Desolate Man father viciously.
The Desolate Man father did not expect that the young man he had saved would try to ambush him. He could just barely avoid the knife as it came at him. It was lucky that the man from the Central Plains had been severely injured and was tired and weak. He had difficulty just holding on to the hunting knife. Furthermore, the Desolate Man's skin was as hard as steel, and the blade had only made a slight scratch on him.
There was a loud slap, and the little Desolate boy who was about to turn 12 hit the young man from the Central Plains with a solemn expression. Then, he started to curse loudly. The boy's voice was childish and sharp, and his pronunciation of the Central Plain's language was slightly awkward. His cursing was as clear as the shattering of an ice stick, and did not sound dirty at all.
The young man from the Central Plains did not listen to the cursing boy. He laid on the ground and coughed painfully. He looked at his trembling hands, and the darkness of his eyes looked as if it were candlelight that could extinguish at anytime.
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