The Great Scheming Empress

  His gaze, devoid of emotion, moved away from her and then back to her face. Warlord Jing's lips curled into a faint smile as he whispered, "Don't be afraid, no matter what happens, I'll always be by your side."

  The nine sounds were a bit too much for him to handle.

  His voice was full of enchanting flavor, low and deep, like the wonderful sound emitted by silk and bamboo, not loud, but touching people's hearts.

  Just now when his gaze swept over himself, Jiuyin had already seen a drunken intention on him. Now, listening to his enchanting voice, his whole body's muscles and bones were like being soaked in strong wine, soft and weak.

  This man is simply a demon, any woman who falls into his hands will likely end up with a tragic fate.

  No wonder Jiǔyīn was so infatuated with him in the past, and even I, who had only met him twice, was deeply enchanted by him in an instant.

  But what did he mean by what he just said?

  She saw him staring at her with a pair of watery eyes, his face innocent and confused, his eyes full of infatuation. War-torn City's tightly pursed lips relaxed slightly, and he said in a soft voice: "Jiuyin, wake up."

  Wake up...

  At the sound of his voice, she was suddenly startled awake.

  She got up from the couch and sat facing him, stretching out her long fingers to wipe the corner of her mouth. Fortunately, she hadn't drooled in front of him.

  Although I've been in the entertainment industry for a few years and have seen all sorts of handsome men, I've never seen anyone as good-looking as him.

  This man is so handsome, so clean and elegant, he's a rare treasure in this world.

  His soft whisper of "wake up" seemed to hold a hint of gentleness and helplessness, and the simple two words made Jiuyin, who had always been immune to handsome men, completely fall for him.

  Seeing that there was no one around, the man in green clothes had also disappeared. Jiuyin hastily got down from the bed and came to Zhan Qingcheng's side: "I know how to get out, I'll take you away."

  He raised his eyes and looked at her, unmoved by her words, his gaze locked on her face, his voice soft and gentle: "Are you cold?"

  So he answered in a way that was unrelated to the question, and Jiuyin was momentarily stunned. It wasn't until she lowered her head and looked down that she suddenly felt ashamed and her face turned red.

  The clothes were half undone, and the thin silk dress was wide open, letting in a thread of cold wind, really... it's a bit chilly.

  She hastily adjusted her clothes and saw that he was just sitting there quietly looking at her, she said urgently: "Don't mind these things, I'll take you away first."

  With his extraordinary martial arts skills, as long as they didn't alert too many guards, it would be easy for the two of them to leave this place.

  She found it strange that he was here just now, why didn't he leave by himself? Now she said to take him away, but he still sat there with a calm face...

  Her suspicious gaze fell on him, hastily sweeping over him once, and finally, Jiuyin squatted down in front of him, rolling up the sleeves of his loose robe.

  Iron chains bound his wrists, locking them and the massive ebony chair together.

  Jiuyin was slightly panicked, and when she looked up, her eyes met his dark pupils. She whispered: "Your unparalleled divine skill... can't even break free from it?"

  She clearly remembered that he had broken iron chains thicker than this with his bare hands, which was in Xichu, one of the few memories of their rare encounters that remained deep in her heart.

  But now...

  "Feng Chenye's Bone-Piercing Nails have locked my pipa bone, I'm unable to circulate my Qi." He looked down at her with a gentle gaze that added a hint of apology: "Sorry, Jiu Yin, I currently can't take you away."

  Jiǔ yīn felt a sense of despair, not because he was afraid of being unable to escape, but because he knew in his heart that with Chéng Shì becoming a prisoner, their future fate was worrisome.

  What a pitiful state he would be in as a prisoner with such an otherworldly appearance?

  She was worried in her heart, but War Qing Cheng remained unchanged, with a gentle look at the bottom of his eyes that she couldn't see through.

  "Nine sounds, no matter what happens, no matter how much suffering you endure, live on, like you did on the city wall, live on strongly, understand?"

  She may have understood a bit, and maybe she hasn't thought it through yet, but she didn't have the chance to think carefully anymore.

  The chaotic footsteps came from afar and approached, and in the blink of an eye, they had already arrived behind me.

  They're here.