Chapter 392: Chapter 392 - 392: Blue Plume Armistice

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Su Yurou was kicked in the butt. She uneasily crawled out, huddling in the bed corner, wrapping herself in a blanket, murmuring with resentment, “Isn’t Mother afraid? Yet Su Yingxue wants to treat Daddy. His belly is so bloated, that something unknown grows on his body. Who knows how many days he still has left to live? Su Yingxue is seeking death, but it’s causing chaos in our Marquis’s Manor!”

She had been pampered in the boudoir since she was young and had never seen such a bloody scene.

Let alone being like Su Yingxue, who had cut open Su Dingheng’s body, she was terrified even just smelling the blood outside.

“Act like this, and you’ll end up dead at Su Yingxue’s hands. If Su Yingxue survives today and even saves your father…”

Liu Shulan began to panic. It wasn’t the chaos outside but Su Yingxue’s unaffected state that worried her.

What if Su Yingxue truly saved Su Dingheng? All her plans would collapse!

As night fell, Lan Ling and Chu Yihan continued their fierce battle. Lan Ling’s palace guards and Imperial Guards suffered casualties, unlike Chu Yihan’s side.

Under Chu Yihan’s lead, they were like a group of warriors made of steel. Their bodies were filled with an iron aura, making Lan Ling’s men wish they could throw away their helmets and armor before they even got close.

Amidst the melee, Saint Ruan leaped onto a beam, shouting, “Hey, the surgery’s done. Marquis Su isn’t dead yet. Want to take a break and wait for him to wake up before resuming the fight?”

A faint smile curved Chu Yihan’s lips. Su Dingheng’s survival indicated Su Yingxue’s success. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

She overcame her fear.

“Lan Ling, continuing this fight won’t favor you. Even if we fight for three days and nights, you might not defeat me. I’ll give you a chance to report to my Imperial Brother whether this battle should go on!”

Chu Yihan sheathed his sword, emanating an imperious air.

Unbeknownst to Lan Ling, Mo Qi had already been dispatched. If the hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers under him were to be transferred over, Chu Mingyuan’s reign as Emperor was at stake!

Lan Ling ordered people to stop and temporarily stopped fighting.

Behind him, the deputy chief imperial guard said worriedly, “Lord Lan, Ninth Prince is going to see Su Yingxue now. Without him as the backbone, we should take the opportunity to attack! Even if we can’t kill Ninth Prince, killing Su Yingxue is enough to make his heart ache and make him lose his mind. At that time, you will be the first to win in front of the emperor!”

Lan Ling put away his sword. “This first merit is not important!”

What was important was whether Su Yingxue had cured her father.

Was she happy now?

“Order the Imperial Guards to withdraw from the Marquis’s Manor.”

Lan Ling’s face turned cold.

The deputy chief imperial guard was taken aback. “Lord Lan, are you mad? The emperor’s orders…”

“I said retreat! Go and invite Lord Liang over!”

Lan Ling sighed heavily. He, Lan Ling, was wrong to have fallen for Su Yingxue in this lifetime.

He couldn’t make the same mistake again. He had to fulfill her wish, even if it meant risking his life.

Liang Jin arrived at Su Dingheng’s bedside with Doctor Huang and an imperial physician. Both of them had examined Su Dingheng’s body and came to a shocking conclusion. “The poison in Marquis’s body is gone!”

Saint Ruan sneered. “This isn’t a curable poison!”

These two fools!

Doctor Huang had always admired Saint Ruan’s reputation, and he sincerely bowed to him for advice.. “Poison doctor, please explain how you saved Marquis Su from this incurable poison!”