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His eyes turned red at that sight.

Then he saw Zhan Nancheng who was badly beaten, and heard the woman on the ceiling say, ”Then I can only kill you”.

Immediately, he dashed in.

He cut through the wind with such force that his robes created rustling noises, and he dashed head-on like a steel knife. The woman only raised an eye and lazily said, ”One more, sigh, looks like I will need to put in a bit more effort to kill.”

Zhan Beiye smirked, and without any hesitation, he pounced on her and hollered, ”If you want to kill her, kill me first!”

The woman looked down and agreed casually, ”Kill both of you.”

Suddenly, Meng Fuyao interrupted, ”Zhan Beiye, stop right there!”

Zhan Beiye ignored and continued charging towards the woman with great fury. Meng Fuyao could only shout, ”Ouch!”

The wind ceased, and Zhan Beiye stopped in his tracks. In a second, he ran to Meng Fuyao's side and asked, ”What happened? Where does it hurt?”

This time, Meng Fuyao rolled her eyes at him, before turning to the woman. ”Senior Cloud Soul, you receive gifts from the Zhan family, and you have the liberty to kill anyone you want. But to such a woman,” she pointed to Consort Dowager in Zhan Beiye's arms, and continued, ”do you also want to kill such a pitiful lady who endured so many sufferings in this world?”

”Tell him to put her down, I won't kill innocent people,” Cloud Soul answered nonchalantly and did not ask how Meng Fuyao knew of her identity.

”If you kill us and leave her here alone, how will she survive?” Meng Fuyao snorted. ”Have you not heard of the saying 'Although I did not kill Boren, Boren died because of me'?”

Cloud Soul frowned and said, ”I'll tell Zhan Nancheng to not kill her.”

”Sigh, I'd rather believe in a pig than believe in Zhan Nancheng,” Meng Fuyao said painfully. ”Even a pig has a greater sense of humanity than him.”

”What to do then?” Cloud Soul opened her eyes wide and even asked Meng Fuyao dumbfoundedly, ”What's your opinion?”

”Hmm, this is hard,” Meng Fuyao commented as she furrowed her eyebrows together. ”How about this, if we die here and leave her here, she will definitely die as well, and you'll be killing innocent people. Why not we head out and let you kill us? It's better to die outside than inside of the Palace.”

She had just finished suggesting when Zhan Nancheng puked out a mouthful of blood. He could not speak, and could only stare grudgingly at the willy and shameless Meng Fuyao, before looking pleadingly towards his only savior, Cloud Soul.

Cloud Soul did not speak. The eyes of this woman who looked old yet young, and seemed mature yet naive, was at times focused and at times lifeless. One moment, she was muddle-headed, and the other moment, she was very sharp. She looked casually at Consort Dowager and said emotionlessly, ”I find her pretty likable, and for such a rare person that suffered even more than I did, I cannot kill.”

Meng Fuyao agreed loudly, ”Yes, once you kill her, you will be the most miserable person in the world. That's not good, you need someone to be worse than you.”

Cloud Soul smiled and scrutinized Meng Fuyao, slightly pointing at her and said, ”Young girl, don't treat me like a fool. I just chose not to do what I could do.”

Meng Fuyao grinned at her cheekily, but deep down, she thought of how all the top ten martial arts wielders were weirdos. Gale spent 13 years in jail looking for a disciple, Splendor of Stars took revenge on all women just because he was deceived by a lover, and Cloud Soul, at times sharp and at times muddleheaded, liked to randomly gift her white hair. She wondered how the rest of the experts were like.

Anyway, no matter what, she was able to capitalize on the loophole. It was also a relief that Nancheng's personality was too poor and he was not a likable person. Cloud Soul evidently did not like him, and only protected his life out of responsibility.

”I allow you to bring Zhan Nancheng and this woman out of the Palace,” Cloud Soul said as she lazily chewed on snacks, the crumbles dropping on Zhan Nancheng's head. ”However, I cannot give you so much leeway. Once we're out of the palace, the two of you have to fight with me. No matter whether you two die or not, Zhan Nancheng must be released.”

Meng Fuyao looked towards Zhan Beiye. This was his enemy, so he should make the decision.

Zhan Beiye merely said, ”There are many other chances to kill him.”

He glanced at Meng Fuyao gratefully. For the night, he had only planned to take a look at his mother and had no expectations of trying to save her. Lo and behold, the situation turned completely different from what he had in mind. Fuyao substituted his mother and subdued Zhan Nancheng, then Cloud Soul appeared, and it became almost impossible for him to safely bring his mother out from the huge army. But Meng Fuyao was able to decipher Cloud Soul's personality in just a short conversation and bait her into agreeing to battle outside the palace. As long as they exited, the Black Wind Horses would be able to bring his mother to a safe spot. The importance of this to him was immeasurable!

It was all thanks to Fuyao. The girl who never gave up even in the worst situations and created miracles from the impossible!

Zhan Beiye's eyes darted across Meng Fuyao, who was still giggling although her body was terribly injured. Before he dashed in, how did Meng Fuyao even confront Cloud Soul who was a top ten expert, and still adamantly kept the hostage in her hands?

He looked up silently at the caisson ceiling that was engraved with dragons and phoenixes. In his arms, Consort Dowager suddenly whispered, ”… Daughter-in-law…”

Zhan Beiye's body stiffened, and he let out a long breath. Cloud Soul laughed on the ceiling, ”Yes, daughter-in-law, if not why would she help you to this extent? You are blessed, this young girl is a deserving match of your silly son.”

The corners of Meng Fuyao's mouth twitched, and she said, ”Senior, have you not heard of 'close female friends' or 'friends who live and die together'?”