The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1823

Chapter 1823: 898 Long Yi Strikes (Chapter 1)

The Marquis of Xuanping never expected to run into Long Yi here; Long Yi wore the mask he almost never took off since entering the Princess Residence.

— It might have been replaced with a new one, but it was always the same style.

Strange, wasn’t Long Yi supposed to follow Ahen to the Northeast to negotiate peace with the Chen Country? 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

When he left Quyang City to find medicine, Xiao Hen hadn’t yet arrived at the Northwest border pass, so he naturally didn’t know Long Yi had already split from Xiao Hen.

He instinctively glanced behind Long Yi.

An endless blizzard, no sign of a second figure.

It was even more puzzling, had Long Yi appeared here alone?

Moreover, the feeling Long Yi gave him seemed somewhat different.

The brain of the Marquis of Xuanping was already numbed by the cold, thinking this much was his limit.

He quickly remembered the urgent matter.

With a voice so hoarse it was nearly unrecognizable, he opened his mouth, only to find all sounds swallowed by the howling wind and snow.

He wasn’t sure whether Long Yi recognized him, after all, battered by the blizzard for many days, he appeared so disheveled that even he wouldn’t recognize himself.

Long Yi stood on a piece of intact ice and didn’t immediately come over.

The Direwolf beside him seemed to have the intention to stop Long Yi, standing at the edge of the ice, sniffing at the faintly visible cracks with its nose.

Can’t go over.

Not even one step.

Bang!

The Marquis of Xuanping also heard the cracking sound of the ice beneath him. The ice was about to give way under the weight of the Glacier, and soon he would sink with this Glacier into the cold water.

His lower torso had long been numbed by the pressure of the Glacier; he lifted his head, breathed in twice, and regained a bit of strength.

He stopped struggling, trying to keep the Glacier and the ice beneath him stable.

"Long Yi." He finally had the strength to call out, "Why are you here? Are you alone?"

"Hmm." Long Yi responded, considering it an answer to his second question.

He was nearby, heard the Marquis of Xuanping’s voice, and came to take a look.

The Marquis of Xuanping weakly said "oh," and then his eyes fluttered.

Wait, Long Yi just made a sound?

Did he speak?

The Marquis of Xuanping, having seen Empress Dowager Zhuang and Gu Jiao, had learned some things about Long Yi from them, understanding that he was not the Dragon Shadow Guard left by the late emperor for Qin Fengwan.

He stumbled in, lost his memory.

Yet he considered himself one of the Dragon Shadow Guards and became unable to speak.

Long Yi’s gaze fell on the Marquis of Xuanping and the Glacier pressing down on him, seemingly thinking of a way to rescue him.

He removed the leather glove from his right hand and pressed his distinct hand over the sword at his waist.

The Marquis of Xuanping understood what he intended; he wanted to split the Glacier with his sword and use his light-footed skill to rescue him.

With Long Yi’s ability, he could naturally achieve this.

But the force of this strike would cause the water to rush fiercely, countless shattered ice pieces would surge into the water, completely washing away the small box.

He didn’t have time to make another trip to Dark Night Island.

"Long Yi... forget about me... go find that small box..."

Long Yi’s gaze swept around.

He saw a small box slowly drifting under the ice. The small box was sealed with red wax, conspicuous amidst the ice.

To grab the small box, he must break open the ice, and the ice in this area was already precarious. Once shattered, the Marquis of Xuanping would be pressed into the water by the Glacier, and even Long Yi couldn’t fish him out.

There was no trace of hesitation or fear in the eyes of the Marquis of Xuanping; he smiled and said, "Give the small box to Jiaojiao... She knows what to do..."

He wasn’t Long Yi’s young master, nor Long Yi’s partner.

Long Yi could refuse to listen to him.

"Long Yi." He looked at Long Yi.

Proud as he was, he had never pleaded with anyone in this life.

But his tone was not commanding either.

He suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly: "Anyway your young master doesn’t care for me; whether I live or die is irrelevant, the pills are for her son; without her son... your young master will be sad."

...

In November, Quyang City was blanketed in pristine snow.

It had been several days since Xiao Hen and Shangguan Qing departed.

"It’s mid-month." Gu Jiao said.

The Marquis of Xuanping left on the morning of October 16th; almost a month had passed, she wondered if he had obtained the self-heal.

Though Shangguan Qing had given up waiting for the Antidote, she hadn’t. She calculated the final deadline in her mind.

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