The Dramatic Crown Princess Wants to Poison Me!

Chapter 463: Chapter 463: Dying

Now that Second Brother’s hand is broken, and the opponent has a disciple who is a first-class high-tier expert, how can we possibly fight?

If we stay any longer, we’re really just asking for our heads to be chopped off.

A quarter of an hour later?

Does this mean the White Sun Purple Ring Spear is also in the Capital City?

No, if we encounter the White Sun Purple Ring Spear again, we’re doomed!

The three exchanged glances, then looked again at Huangfu Jingchen. At this moment, Huangfu Jingchen was covered in blood, his eyes unfocused, mechanically swinging his hands, unaware even that the sword had fallen – he was clearly on the brink of death.

Seeing him show no reaction even upon hearing the disciple of the White Sun Purple Ring Spear, it was obvious he wouldn’t survive.

Either way, he was going to die, whether by decapitation on the spot or from untreated injuries after they left. This way, they could report back to their master.

The three quickly made a decision without thinking twice, kneeling down at once, their six knees placed particularly neatly, which showed how highly they regarded the White Sun Purple Ring Spear.

They had no idea which direction the voice came from and, after kneeling, they started kowtowing, saying, ”We will leave at once. We hold the hero of the White Sun Purple Ring Spear in the highest esteem and dare not offend in the slightest, we beg you, heroine, to say a few kind words on our behalf!” Having said that, the three ran away as quickly as they had arrived.

After the Antong Three Ghosts disappeared from sight, a young woman in green emerged from the shadow at the right corner of the street.

The girl seemed to be strolling leisurely, walking as if stepping on snowflakes, appearing quite graceful.

Huangfu Jingchen’s mechanical gaze was directed over there, a faint light flickering in his eyes, though all he mostly felt was despair. He must be dying, right? Was he hallucinating? How could he be seeing Xia Wenjin?

Xia Wenjin had always said the last place she wanted to visit was the Capital. She said she wanted to make a home in the vast Jianghu.

The girl in green stepped swiftly across layers of blood on the ground, as if she were a lotus floating on a muddy pond. She put away her dagger, looked at Huangfu Jingchen, and asked, ”Hey, are you alright?”

After asking, she sighed, just how good could he be in this state? What she really wanted to ask was, Would he survive?

After all, it was nothing more than a chance encounter; driving away the Antong Three Ghosts had already been quite a noble intervention.

”Wenjin...”

A voice extremely weak.

Xia Wenjin was taken aback. Who was this person? Did he know her?

Xia Wenjin was merely passing through and happened to see Antong Three Ghosts about to make a deadly move on this person, who was completely drenched in blood from head to toe—impossible to recognize. She had no idea who he was.

But she knew of the Antong Three Ghosts.

In a past life, she had come across these three ghosts and knew they were utterly ruthless and killed without hesitation.

So she naturally assumed the one they were trying to kill was a good person, hence her intervention.

Xia Wenjin knew that with her current skills, taking on the Antong Three Ghosts alone would certainly result in no victory.

Thus, she mentioned the reputed White Sun Purple Ring Spear.

Back then, how arrogant were the Antong Three Ghosts? Yet at the mention of White Sun Purple Ring Spear’s Jin Tianya, they fled instantly.

Xia Wenjin first utilized the Eight-tone Reincarnation Technique she’d learned to give the illusion of mystique, making the Antong Three Ghosts believe her martial arts were also unfathomable. After that, mentioning the White Sun Purple Ring Spear made the Antong Ghost flee with his tail between his legs.

Even after their Second Brother had his wrist severed by her single dagger, not a harsh word was uttered.

Seeing the ground strewn with corpses, Xia Wenjin felt somewhat melancholic. After all, this was the Capital City, and not just the city but the Inner City.

In such a place, to have such a brutal assassination with so many dead – this was a major incident.

But she never expected that the only survivor would actually know her?

There had originally been a Hidden Guard by Huangfu Jingchen’s side, but during the endless attacks from the Antong Three Ghosts, that Hidden Guard had also perished.

She hesitated and said, ”Are you... Huang Zheng?”

The voice seemed to be.

It was hoarse, weak, and she wasn’t quite sure.

”Wenjin... it’s me...”

Was it truly Huang Zheng?

Xia Wenjin hurried to support him. This Huang Zheng was indeed unfortunate, previously being hunted down in the Jianghu, barely clinging to life, saved only because of running into her, pulling him back from the gates of hell.

Now encountering him again, he was nothing short of a blood-soaked figure, clearly gravely injured.

However, the Antong Three Ghosts truly were vile; being hunted by people like them showed that Huang Zheng must have offended someone formidable.

That someone could wield such assassins clearly wasn’t good either.

In the utmost weakness, with physical strength utterly depleted, inner strength entirely exhausted, amidst despair, suddenly seeing Xia Wenjin, Huangfu Jingchen couldn’t tell reality from illusion. He murmured, ”Wenjin... it’s me...”

He kept murmuring, repeating only those two sentences.

Xia Wenjin was about to ask more questions, but he already closed his eyes and fell unconscious.

Xia Wenjin was startled, quickly checking his pulse.

How many injuries were there? Not only was he severely wounded, but also had exhausted his strength, inner strength depleted?

With all this blood, it was impossible to tell what injuries were fatal. Xia Wenjin had to let him lie down first for examination.

Upon assessing, her expression turned grave, twenty-seven wounds from blades and swords, and a palm strike.

His body was a mess of flesh, with both internal and external injuries.

This situation was just as perilous as the last, both times hanging by a thread.

Xia Wenjin glanced around; clearly, this was no place for a long stay.

With dozens of corpses on the ground, the sight was horrifying. If anyone passed by, she couldn’t explain and wouldn’t be able to save Huang Zheng.

An idea flashed in Xia Wenjin’s mind, she rummaged through her possessions, pulling out a small bottle. She poured out a pill from it. Upon opening the bottle, a waft of fragrance emerged. She placed the pill into Huangfu Jingchen’s mouth.

It was the Clear Heart Pill Huangfu Jingchen had given her before.

She hadn’t taken it, and Huangfu Jingchen hadn’t taken it back.

Unexpectedly, it was convenient to return it to him now.

With this Clear Heart Pill, as long as there’s a single breath left, life could be saved.

Huangfu Jingchen was indeed lucky; had Xia Wenjin not happened to arrive in the Capital City, arriving at this exact spot out of curiosity, he would likely have died at the hands of the Antong Three Ghosts.

Let alone being saved by the Clear Heart Pill.

After taking the Clear Heart Pill, Huangfu Jingchen’s tightly shut eyes moved slightly.

His face was entirely covered in blood, making it impossible to discern his complexion.

Xia Wenjin checked his pulse, feeling it grew stronger, and soon it beat more robustly, clearly the Clear Heart Pill was not only mending his injuries but also restoring his energy.

Yet that was obviously insufficient; if Huang Zheng didn’t awaken in a quarter of an hour, he might never wake again. In this place, how could she wait for that long?