After conquering seven male favorites, the vicious heroine wants to run away

Chapter 269 A Bunch of Madmen

The once vibrant young man lay obliviously in her arms. The first time they met, he bumped into her; the second time, tensions rose, and they began to fight.

Shi Nuanyu hugged him tightly, her body ice-cold. He had clearly been alive just moments before, but in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, he had stopped opening his eyes.

"A-Shi, please come back to life."

When he received no answer to his question, he closed his eyes.

Another image flashed in my mind: at the foot of Wulin Alliance Mountain, a dusty and dirty boy was being lifted up by a tall, burly man, his face full of resentment.

"If you have the guts, kill me. If you don't kill me today, I'll slaughter your entire family tomorrow."

His mother's great revenge was not yet fulfilled, and he could not die at the hands of these people.

A dozen or so officers and soldiers surrounded the boy, wantonly grabbing and mocking him. The boy, with his delicate skin and tender flesh, was a rare delicacy in their eyes.

"Huh, are you going to kill him?"

The girl sitting high on horseback asked curiously, and the soldier, whose interest was interrupted, looked displeased. When he saw the flag of Nanyue behind her, he bowed and scraped to curry favor.

The girl ignored them, dismounted, walked up to the boy, and used her riding whip to lift his chin.

"You are good-looking, and I like you."

The boy stubbornly tilted his head to avoid it, his face full of arrogance.

"How can a gentleman judge merit by appearance? I am the young leader of the martial arts alliance, and I swear to never submit."

She is the most noble princess of Nanyue. It is said that she likes disobedient people, and as long as one becomes her person, he can live.

The girl became interested and pinched his cheek, making sarcastic remarks.

"You're not a gentleman, you're a little brat. I like you, and from now on you will be my male concubine."

As her thoughts returned, Shi Nuanyu could no longer hold back her tears.

"A-Shi, wake up, don't sleep."

A complex look flashed in Yu Changfeng's eyes. As he stepped forward to get closer, Shan Baiyu blocked his way with a heavy sword, which fell to the ground, kicking up dust.

"The duel between us is not over yet."

Amidst flying gravel and dust, Shi Nuanyu sat on the ground, numb and dazed, holding Wei Zengshi, watching the two fight.

After several dozen moves, Shan Baiyu's arm was slashed, and after a few more moves, his thigh was slashed.

He took several steps back, his hand gripping the hilt with bulging veins, and then charged forward again.

"This general is no match for the Crown Prince of Beilin and admits defeat, but this general is not willing to accept his fate."

Yu Changfeng had sharp, narrow eyes and powerful internal energy that transformed into a fierce aura, impacting the heavy sword that was slashing down.

"Sitting on the golden saddle, adjusting the white feathers, you shot down five Xiongnu chieftains. It is a great loss that you did not die on the battlefield."

The general was heroic and chivalrous, his soul returned to the battlefield to reign over the world, yet his unwavering loyalty was also touched by love.

The powerful swords clashed with a deafening roar, shattering the falling pear blossom petals.

Shi Nuanyu was covered in flower petals, and she stood there dumbfounded, unable to react.

Her efforts became a joke at that moment.

"Don't be afraid."

The fragrance of grass and trees wafted from behind, and her eyes were covered by a large, cool hand. A flash of tenderness crossed Fusheng's eyes as he pulled her into his arms.

Shi Nuanyu lost her strength and collapsed into his arms, still holding the untested object.

"Floating Life, why don't they stop?"

A meaningless death is futile; why fight to the death?

She couldn't understand why, despite her desperate struggle to survive, they could kill each other so easily.

The pity in Fusheng's eyes turned into worldly dust. "Death and life are closely related. Nuannuan, only you can end all of this."

The leaves turned into sharp blades and attacked. Fusheng dodged them by tilting his head and looked in the direction where the two were fighting.

Countless bamboo leaves parted the two entangled fighters, and Yu Changfeng shouted loudly, transforming his inner energy into a gale that struck towards the southwest.

"The Grand Preceptor is hiding his true intentions, intending to remain on the sidelines and reap the benefits."

Dan Baiyu sneered coldly, "Since the monks are here, how can we forget the Taoists? Let's have a good fight today."

The mournful sound of the flute drifted through the air, and the falling pear blossoms carried a touch of desolation.

Qinghe, dressed in white, walked out slowly, his gentle eyes devoid of any smile, and the thick dark clouds were shrouded in a layer of black mist.

He ignored the four people and walked straight towards Shi Nuanyu, stopping in front of her and extending his hand. "Nuannuan, I'll take you home."

Shi Nuanyu looked at him blankly, the words "go home" striking her heart.

She longed to go home, to return to her peaceful and stable home, where her loving aunt resided.

I reached out to grab those hands that offered salvation, and in a daze, I seemed to see the ending of the story.

Should she go with him?

The other three held their breath, their eyes filled with resentment, anger, and inner turmoil. Their arduous struggle had been so easily won over by him; this was not the outcome they wanted.

“Brother, isn’t this taking advantage of someone’s misfortune?”

Fu Sheng spoke calmly and grasped Shi Nuan Yu's outstretched hand.

He cannot accept being abandoned, not even by his older brother.

Qinghe's brows furrowed slightly, a hint of coolness flashing in his eyes, as he slowly withdrew his hand and adjusted his sleeves.

"My brother wasn't busy enough on the snowy mountain, so he came to Meiluo Manor to join in the fun."

He shouldn't have let His Highness go to Fukuzawa Temple with him in the first place, causing him to have inappropriate thoughts.

The two bystanders took a few steps back to maintain a safe distance.

Yu Changfeng leaned against the tree trunk with his arms crossed, saying, "If the Imperial Advisor doesn't take action soon, I'll find myself powerless to help."

What does he mean by that?
Shi Nuanyu hurriedly reached out to tug at Qinghe's sleeve. A cool breeze brushed her face as Qinghe and Fusheng flew three meters away and parted ways.

Seeing this, Yu Changfeng chased after him, but was stopped by Shan Baiyu.

"Your opponent is this general."

The four fought, and the pear tree in the garden was ravaged beyond recognition, with petals scattered like snow on the ground.

"Don't fight, please don't fight."

Shi Nuanyu scrambled to her feet to stop him, but a petal thrown by Qinghe hit her on the shoulder, rendering her immobile.

"Stop, Qinghe, stop! He's your brother, your only family."

Why do brothers kill each other? Did she do something wrong?

Shouldn't I have written the divorce agreement? Shouldn't I have interfered with their cause and effect?

But she was also afraid of dying, afraid of not being able to protect what she wanted to protect.

“What are brothers? The Grand Preceptor has connections everywhere and covets the throne of Dongchen. A brother is insignificant in his eyes.”

Yu Changfeng clenched his fist and took the opportunity to severely injure Fusheng's back. Shan Baiyu followed closely behind, swinging his heavy sword to strike Yu Changfa's abdomen.

Fusheng dodged to the side, but Qinghe still stabbed his shoulder. He took a few steps back to steady himself.

"My brother is as good as ever."

Qinghe replied modestly, "Likewise, my brother also used poison."

Since ancient times, poison and medicine have been inseparable, and he has mastered both skills to perfection.

He turned his head to look at Yu Changfeng, who was stirring up trouble, his eyes were icy cold.

"His Highness the Crown Prince will be buried here today for breach of contract."

Yu Changfeng raised his eyes in a provocative manner and took the lead in attacking.

"I will explain to His Highness on your behalf, so why should the Imperial Advisor be so angry?"

In the blink of an eye, Qinghe faced Yu Changfeng, and Shan Baiyu faced Fusheng. The four fought fiercely, their heavy swords striking the pear tree, causing it to tremble and snap in half.

Shi Nuanyu watched helplessly as their injuries multiplied, one, two, three...

At first, the number was countless; they were wreaking havoc.

They were treating her as a trophy, an object to be fought over.

In their eyes, she was something whose ownership could be decided at will.

Dan Baiyu was knocked to the ground by Fusheng, landing exactly five steps away from her.

Those scarlet eyes stirred up her memories.

The young man, who had traveled from the southern border to the capital upon receiving the imperial decree, stood before her with a gloomy expression, kneeling before imperial power with hidden humiliation.

"The Shan family army is powerful and may harbor rebellious intentions. If I inform Father and Mother of this, do you think they will punish the Shan family?"