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Chapter 166 Spring Buds Are Back

Not long after, Awu brought Murong You over.

Murong You's eyes were vague, as if she was always in a trance. The moment she saw Zhao Yuanshen, the surprise in her eyes almost burst out.

"My lord, you are finally here!"

Song Qingwan smiled slightly, signaled Awu to pull Murong You aside, then raised her head and looked at Zhao Yuanshen who looked embarrassed.

"Now that Your Majesty has met Miss Murong, you should know that I did not lie to you. She is indeed living a good life."

"Then on behalf of His Majesty the Emperor, I would like to thank Princess Huai for taking care of the Saint."

At this time, Murong You heard the conversation between the two and ran over to interrupt them.

"She's lying! Your Majesty, please rescue me! They locked me up in the woodshed and didn't give me any food. Don't believe her! This woman is full of lies."

Zhao Yuanshen's face darkened. This Murong You was good in every way. She was obedient and pretty, but her mind was a little too simple.

"Please be patient for now. I am talking to Princess Huai now. I will take you away soon."

"Okay, then I'll wait. I'll wait for you!"

Song Qingwan clapped her hands softly. They were such a star-crossed couple. She was so moved.

"The friendship between the prince and Miss Murong is touching, but I don't know if the prince is willing to exchange."

"Song Qingwan, what if I don't agree?"

"That's offending."

Song Qingwan quickly walked to Murong You, took out a scalpel, and cut her face without hesitation. Immediately, blood gushed out of Murong You's beautiful face.

"Ah! How dare you disfigure me, you vicious woman! My Lord, my Lord, please save me! She wants to kill me, she wants to kill me!"

Murong You was most proud of her appearance, which was one of the reasons why she was chosen to be the saint among dozens of candidates.

It was precisely because of this face that she attracted the emperor and the high priest Zhao Yuanshen in front of him. If she didn't have her beauty, what was the difference between her and those ordinary saints?

Zhao Yuanshen was also shocked. He didn't expect Song Qinglan to be so decisive and act so quickly.

Then he laughed in his heart again, that's right.

She is worthy of being the woman that Zhao Yuanshen likes. Only a woman like this is worthy of standing with him.

"I admire your methods, Princess. I promise you, I will bring your sister here right away."

After Zhao Yuanshen finished speaking, he winked at his men behind him, and they immediately ran out to bring people with them after receiving the order.

"I wonder if the princess is satisfied with this? Can you release Murong You?"

"Your Highness, please be patient. Once I see my sister is safe and sound and returns to us, I will naturally release Miss Murong."

Murong You's face was bleeding continuously and the wound was very deep. It was estimated that his face was completely ruined this time.

She kept crying and looked at Song Qingwan fiercely.

"Miss Murong, you don't have to hate me so much. Your current fate is all caused by the man in front of you. If he didn't capture my sister, I would not be willing to destroy such a beautiful face as Miss Murong."

"Just wait for me. Don't think I can't deal with you without the prince."

"Then please come over here, Miss Murong. I, Song Qingwan, am ready to take charge at any time."

The two women were talking to each other. Zhao Yuanshen wanted to interrupt, but found that he didn't know what to say.

He now regretted coming here in person. It would have been much better if he could have brought Song Qingwan to his house.

Soon, Zhao Yuanshen's men brought Chunya over. The moment Song Qingwan saw Chunya, her heart almost stopped beating.

At this time, Chunya had been tortured to the point that her eyes were dazed and she was unconscious. Her thin body was covered in thin clothes, which were covered in blood. Her hair was disheveled and there were wounds on her face.

"Spring buds!"

Song Qingwan quickly ran over and hugged her. She stroked Chunya's face with heartache and called her softly.

"Chun Ya, it's me. Can you still speak?"

Chunya seemed to be still in a dream. It took her a long time to react before she fixed her eyes on Song Qingwan's face and then muttered to herself.

"Miss, Miss, why did you come into my dream? Miss, I missed you so much."

"Chunya, wake up, this is not a dream! It's me, I'm here to save you, Chunya, look at me!"

Song Qingwan gently shook Chunya's body, trying to bring her back to her senses.

After a while, Chunya finally recognized Song Qingwan, then threw herself into her arms and burst into tears.

"Miss, I knew you would come to save me. I finally waited for you."

"What did those beasts do to you? Where are you hurt? Does it hurt?"

"I don't feel any pain. As long as I see the lady, I won't feel any pain. I won't feel any pain..."

As she was speaking, Chunya suddenly fainted. Song Qingwan quickly asked Awu to take her to the backyard.

When Ah Wu saw Chunya's miserable condition, he held back tears in his eyes and chattered his teeth.

He really wanted to kill these beasts immediately to avenge Chunya, but he knew he couldn't.

"Yes, my subordinate will go right away."

Awu carefully picked up Chunya and carried her sideways in his arms, then quickly walked to the backyard.

It was inconvenient for him to check, so he could only ask Aunt Yuan and A Ling to help Chunya check the wound.

Song Qingwan stood up and kicked Murong You, who was tied up with his hands behind his back, to the ground, and said coldly.

"It seems that I overestimated the prince. I thought the prince was a gentleman who would not embarrass a little girl. I didn't expect you to be so cruel."

"She only had minor injuries. I didn't do anything to her. Her life is not in danger."

"Haha, it turns out that torturing someone like this is nothing in the eyes of the prince. It seems that Miss Murong's wounds are too light!"

Song Qingwan grabbed Murong You's hair, forced her to raise her head and look at her, and then put the scalpel against her neck.

"No, Song Qingwan, don't do this, you can't kill her!"

"Your Majesty knows how to love his woman, and you should understand how I feel now! Chunya is my sister, we grew up together, I tell you, I wish I could kill you now."

Song Qingwan exerted a little force with her hand, and a blood mark appeared on Murong You's snow-white neck, and blood dripped down along the scalpel.

Murong You was extremely scared at this time. She began to cry and beg for mercy, begging Song Qingwan to let her go.

"Let you go? Why doesn't your man know to let my sister go? She is so young, how did she offend you? Why are you torturing him like this?"

After saying that, Song Qingwan was about to cut Murong You's neck with force, but suddenly a stone flew out of Zhao Yuanshen's hand and knocked her scalpel away.

"Song Qingwan, you can't kill him, Murong You can't die."

Song Qingwan gradually came back to her senses and realized that she had been impulsive just now.

If he killed the Saint of Southern Xinjiang like this, he and Awu would probably never be able to leave the capital of Southern Xinjiang.