Chapter 242 - Delivering the Medicine

Chapter 242: Delivering the Medicine

A cold gleam flickered in General Zhang’s eyes. “What do you mean?”

“The woods are filled with swamps which could bury people alive. If our army march forward, the soldiers will undoubtedly be entrapped. However, if we only send a few of our elites, they will definitely be captured alive by our enemies outside the woods…” Murong Xue said in a low-pitched voice with a meaningful stare.

Though the traps in the woods, as well as the guards outside who seemed ordinary, the deployment was sophisticated, which made it impossible for the Qingyan army to pass through the woods. Stopping 300,000 Qing Yan soldiers merely with several hundred guards, Gong Qianyu was a rare talent in army deployment.

General Zhang stared at the traps with a heavy frown. Would they be detained by the damn woods forever?

The smell of blood found its way to their nostrils with the help of the wind, chilling them to the bone in the hot summer. One of the petrified deputies suggested in a hurry, “General, since it’s too late, we might as well return to the camp and make a new plan later!”

“All right.” General Zhang nodded before turning around and striding back with his deputies and private guards.

Having stepped out of the woods, Murong Xue unhurriedly returned to the solemn military camp smothered in the awful atmosphere.

The stinking mud on Wu Hen and Murong Ye’s clothes had become dry. With their brows knitted, they rushed to the tent for a bath and clean clothes.

Xun Feng suddenly showed up with a letter. “Your Highness, here’s a letter brought by a dove from the capital!”

Responding softly, Ouyang Shaochen opened the letter before glancing over the content with his dark sparkling eyes, his face gradually turning sullen…

“What happened?” Murong Xue stared at him with her eyes wide open.

“Merely some trifles…” Ouyang Shaochen answered casually, his gaze still lingering on the letter.

Murong Xue winked. Ouyang Shaochen never failed to handle trivia easily. There was no need for her to lend a hand…

Enveloped by the heat, Murong Xue felt a little sick, so she walked slowly to the shades nearby, intending to enjoy the scenery…

“Murong Xue, Murong Xue…” There suddenly came a familiar sound. Following the voice, Murong Xue saw Gong Qianyu clad in a black silk robe land quietly on the ground and stride towards her with a graceful smile.

Greatly astonished, Murong Xue looked around before hurrying towards Gong Qianyu and taking him to an unnoticed corner. “Why are you here?” She whispered.

“I noticed that your arm was hurt, so I came here to deliver some meds…” Gong Qianyu murmured as he took out a light blue porcelain bottle. From the faint smell of it, Murong Xue could tell it was the top-level medicine for injuries.

“You came here merely for the medicine?” Murong Xue stared at him with her eyes wide open.

“Of course.” Gong Qianyu nodded.

Murong Xue was speechless. He should be aware that this was his enemies’ military camp, full of soldiers intending to crucify him. How bold he was to break into the camp only to deliver the medicine!

“I have enough medicine. There is no need…”

“This was made in accordance with the royal prescription in Nanjiang, which is very effective and impossible to find elsewhere…” Gong Qianyu said, giving her no other options but to accept it.

Murong Xue took the bottle with a helpless sigh. After making sure there was nobody nearby, Murong Xue pushed Gong Qianyu outside the camp rapidly. “I’ll take it. You’d better leave as soon as possible…”

Gong Qianyu looked back at Murong Xue with a frown, his eyes filled with grievance. “It took me such a long time to reach here, em… The trip was so tiresome. Don’t I deserve a cup of tea?”

Murong Xue was speechless with astonishment. This was Qingyan’s military camp with 300,000 soldiers around who could take his life anytime. In such great danger, he persisted on having a cup of tea instead of leaving at once…

“It’s too late for tea tonight. Let’s take a rain check, shall we?”

“Really?” Gong Qianyu stared at Murong Xue, his clear eyes sparkling with a glamorous gleam. “Promise?”

“I promise!” Murong Xue whispered with a nod, “Just go.”

“Okay!” Gong Qianyu nodded with a smile before turning around to stride forward.

All of a sudden, numerous soldiers from Qingyan appeared out of nowhere with spears in their hands and besieged Gong Qianyu at once. General Zhang walked up from behind followed by several of his private guards, staring at Gong Qianyu coldly. “It’s the honorable Prince Gong of Nanjiang. To what do we owe the pleasure?”

Murong Xue sighed with a helpless stare at the numerous soldiers. She had tried her best to protect him from being discovered. How bold he was to come and walk around the camp so recklessly. No wonder he had been noticed…

General Zhang’s private guards had undertaken special training, and all of them were top practitioners in martial arts. Not to mention the numerous soldiers with rich experience in warfare. She wasn’t sure whether Gong Qianyu could escape successfully…

With a pretty smile on his face, Gong Qianyu walked forward unhurriedly, looking straight ahead, totally ignoring General Zhang and the soldiers nearby…

General Zhang’s face turned livid with anger. The Prince of Nanjiang really lived up to his fame, greatly arrogant and supercilious.

Since his only aim was to capture him alive, there was no need to bother with his arrogance. “Whoever captures Gong Qianyu alive will be greatly rewarded!”

As the commander of Nanjiang army, once he were captured, the traps would lose its effect without proper deployment, and soldiers from Qingyan soldiers could seize the opportunity to pass through the woods and intrude into the territory of Nanjiang…

“Yes!” Following his order, the soldiers thrust at Gong Qianyu with the spears in their hands mercilessly…

With the sharp wind blowing ferociously, Gong Qianyu, with a smile of contempt, waved his hand violently to shoot the dark blue flames aimed at the soldiers relentlessly.

With a flurry of swishes resounding in the air, the soldiers were sent to the ground eight meters away with a yelp. They spat a mouthful of blood and met their final doom…

General Zhang’s face was livid with anger. The private guards he spent much effort to train couldn’t even take one single blow of Gong Qianyu. Damn!

With a cold gleam flickering in his eyes, he unsheathed the long sword flashing a frosty light and drew it towards Gong Qianyu with all his strength…