Chapter 1370 - Never Missed Someone Like This Before (1/2)

Yuan Ming stared at Jun Xiqing in disbelief.

She was actually…

The metal claw had pierced Jun Xiqing’s tender shoulders, making her break out in sweat from the pain. She reached up and slowly drew out the claw from her shoulder, inch by inch.

The claw was silver when it entered, and blood red when it was drawn out.

“Howl…”

The howls of a pack of wolves rang out from a near distance. Yuan Ming glanced up to see pairs of glowing green eyes dotting the darkness ahead. The wolves had come.

He gripped his reins tightly.

The daughter of the Jun Family was indeed full of ancient tricks and skills. She even knew the art of taming wolves.

Indeed.

No one knew that he loved Bei Yuewu 26 years ago. But she had heard some gossip in the garden and instantly surmised what was going on. From that deduction, she had lured him here with Face-Changing Magic. But she also cherished her life, and there was no way she would have allowed herself to die here.

She had just been stalling for time earlier. Now that night had fallen and her wolves were here, her opportunity to escape had come.

This Jun Xiqing was really something.

She was truly the daughter of the Jun Family.

With her nimble fingers, she had turned this life-and-death game of chess from a checkmate situation into a victorious win.

A rebirth from the place of death.

How glorious and radiant.

Jun Xiqing was so amazing and beautiful that there was no way Yuan Ming would believe Lu Yeming had no real feelings towards her.

In one’s lifetime, there would always be that someone you meet who would make her way deep into your heart, give it a bite and give rise to a pain that would follow you for the rest of your life.

It was then that Jun Xiqing rode her horse into the darkness, instantly disappearing into night.

At this point, his army finally caught up with him. “Chief, should we give chase?”

Yuan Ming waved him off. “No need.”

“Chief, let’s go back then.”

“Go back?” Yuan Ming laughed. “Lu Yeming’s army has probably already arrived. We will be falling into our enemy’s trap if we go back. What a pity. I have lost terribly in this game of chess to Lu Yeming and Jun Xiqing. Let us leave, we will head south.”

“But Chief, Auntie is still there.”

Ah, Dongfang Wanqing.

Yuan Ming gave a strange smile. “She will be fine. Murong Jiancheng will protect her.”

…

Following this night, Lu Yeming returned and took back his commander’s seal. Yuan Ming had fled and without shedding even a drop of blood and Lu Yeming regained power over the Holy Lady Clan.

Lu Yeming was at his desk inside an army tent, as Fan Men reported the day’s events to him.

“Your Highness, it was President Jun who gave the idea of throwing the Chinese Rings onto the ground. At that time, she said this as she cut her steak, ‘Who is this Chief? So what if His Highness knows how to solve the Chinese Rings? He doesn’t have to do it.’”

Lu Yeming was still dressed in a black shirt and pants. He tore off his latex mask, revealing his handsome face beneath. As he stood alone at the desk, the yellow glow of the lantern lighting up his chiseled features, elegant and dashing.

Hearing Fan Men’s words, he recalled the time he met Yuan Ming eight years ago. Yuan Ming had indeed given him a set of Chinese Rings to solve and he had flung it on the ground.

At that time, he was thinking…

He was thinking who was this Yuan Ming? Why should he solve this for him?

Fan Men spoke up again. “President Jun has loved archery from a young age. Her best record was 10 bulls-eyes in a row…”

Lu Yeming glanced up at Fan Men. “Didn’t you tell her that my best record was 12 bulls-eyes in a row?”

A smirk graced his lips and his low voice held traces of warmth and affection. “Look at how smug she is. She must think she is better than me.”

Fan Men’s heart jumped. He saw the amusement in His Highness’s deep, almond-shaped eyes.

It was then that Fan Men placed a red poppy flower on the desk. “Your Highness, President Jun used this red poppy to lure Yuan Ming away.”

Fan Men didn’t say much. Bei Yuewu was His Highness’s mother, and that palace romance had been an exciting and secretive affair.

Lu Yeming gazed at the flower for a few seconds before twisting his lips slightly. “Did she leave any message for me?”