The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1821

Chapter 1821: 896 Xuanping Marquis Returns (2nd Watch)

Marquis Xuanping narrowed his eyes slightly.

Chang Ying said calmly, "I’ve sparred with my brother in martial arts, and his swordsmanship has many moves that we from the Dark Night Sect don’t have, and his identity seems similar to yours. I guess my brother has been by your side all these years, hasn’t he? And you returned to the Dark Night Island just for those wild herbs in the Back Mountain, right?"

Did Chang Jing really think they didn’t know he was digging for wild herbs behind their backs?

Marquis Xuanping suddenly realized, "So that’s how you found out."

Chang Ying pointed her treasured blade at him, "You’re quick to admit, which means you’re smart. If you had tried to argue, I would have ordered you killed!"

Marquis Xuanping chuckled, "You must be clever to make connections with a few immortals, isn’t that so?"

The term ’immortal’ was very flattering. Chang Ying huffed, "What utter nonsense are you talking about?"

As long as ’immortal’ is true, the rest must be true.

Chang Ying continued, "Although you’ve taken my brother, with my understanding of him, if you aren’t sincere to him, he wouldn’t have brought you back to the island. Do you know, throughout the years, there’s only one kind of outsider who has set foot on our island?"

"What kind of person?" Marquis Xuanping asked.

"Lovers."

Marquis Xuanping: "...!!"

Chang Ying retracted her blade, "Considering my brother, I won’t tell my father about you."

Marquis Xuanping smiled, "Thank you. Then, I’ll take my leave."

"Hold on." Chang Ying called out to him.

Marquis Xuanping politely asked, "What do you wish to instruct, immortal?"

Hearing the word ’immortal’ so sincerely, who could doubt its authenticity?

He had promised his sisters to let them each beat him up once...

Forget it, I’ll spare you!

Chang Ying whistled.

A direwolf, completely white with a flame mark on its head, leaped down from the island.

This direwolf had an aura different from other wolves, like a leader.

It came to Chang Ying’s side, and she knelt on one knee, petted its head, and said to Marquis Xuanping, "The Spirit King is the most powerful leader wolf on our island. I happened to find it injured, which is how I got it. I’ve never lent it to my father, yet today I’ll lend it to you. The Spirit King is very sensitive to avalanches. In fact, all direwolves can sense avalanches, but the Spirit King knows even better how to avoid them."

As she spoke, a thought crossed her mind, and her expression became solemn as she advised Marquis Xuanping, "Remember, if the Spirit King refuses to lead, it means there’s no avoiding the danger ahead, so don’t force your way through."

Marquis Xuanping nodded, "I understand. Then, how do I return it and the direwolves to you after crossing the ice field?"

Chang Ying said, "You don’t need to worry about that. The Spirit King will bring them back."

Marquis Xuanping cupped his hands, "Farewell, Chang Immortal."

Even calling her immortal seemed so earnest and serious, who would suspect it was fake?

Marquis Xuanping never failed at charming women, except for Princess Xinyang.

Chang Ying placed the Spirit King at the front of the pack, tied the reins securely, and whispered softly in its ear, giving it careful instructions.

Lead the guest, but take care, and come back to me alive.

After bidding farewell to Chang Ying, Marquis Xuanping boarded the sleigh, donned fur gloves, gripped the reins tightly, and gave a loud shout, as the Spirit King led the direwolves swiftly away.

On a high slope, Chang Kun and his son watched as Marquis Xuanping and the direwolves gradually disappeared into the distance.

Chang Jing was bundled up in thick furs, wearing a hat that covered his ears, and braids that his sister had neatly tied hung over his shoulders.

His eyes were clear and pure, yet filled with sorrow.

This was not the look a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy should have.

He was still too young to carry such sorrow.

Chang Kun stood with his hands behind his back, using his large frame to shield his son from the harsh winter wind. He sighed and said, "Your sister lent him the Spirit King, which is the extent of what our Dark Night Sect can do for him. It’s not that I begrudge offering hands, but it’s meaningless."

Once you’ve witnessed natural disasters, you understand the insignificance of human effort, which can’t be compensated even with martial prowess.

Chang Kun couldn’t bear to see his son with such a sorrowful expression. He sighed again and said, "I promise you, after the spring, we’ll take down the Sword Pavilion."

Chang Jing, holding a box of marbles, walked away without a word.

...

Zhan Country.

In the mansion on Vermilion Bird Avenue, after crying, Princess Xinyang went to prepare travel clothes for Shangguan Qing.

In the room, Princess Xinyang, having composed herself, placed a large bundle on his table, "Mother doesn’t know you’re alive, these clothes are your brother’s."

All these clothes were new; Xiao Hen hadn’t worn them yet. Princess Xinyang could easily have lied and said someone was sent specifically to the shop to buy them for him.

But she didn’t.

Nor did Shangguan Qing require her to do so.

"No rush to leave tonight, right?" Princess Xinyang asked.

"Hmm, I’ll set off tomorrow morning."

Xiao Hen, listening outside the door, furrowed his brow slightly.

Wasn’t it agreed they’d stay for three days?

Why was it moved up to tomorrow morning?

Could it be—

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