TCN: Mei Gongqing

Chapter 122: In Front of the Two Armies

Chapter 122: In Front of the Two Armies

Chen Rong slowly turned sideways.

She faintly smiled at the man who had taken her heart and her chastity. After a glance, she wordlessly turned around and pushed the door to leave.

She went down the stairs one step at a time.

With hanging head, Wang Hong's gaze followed her straight back and blood-stained dress.

The maidservants' screams had long alerted the guards. Dozens of armored men were now hurrying over. They thought to shout, but stopped themselves when they saw Wang Hong standing at the loft's door.

Their eyes swiftly flashed to Chen Rong.

They stared at her and the bloody sword in her hand before looking back at Wang Hong.

Chen Rong had gone down the stairs by this time. She watched the courtyard full of guards blocking the way as her lips upturned into a quiet smile.

She stopped and turned to glance back at Wang Hong. "Qilang, are you trying to keep me here?"

Her clothes were glaring in the sunlight, and so was her bloody sword.

While Wang Hong was looking at her, a guard stepped forward and placed his hands together to ask: "My lord, did this woman commit murder?"

Wang Hong did not speak; he was still staring at Chen Rong with a complicated look.

At long last he waved his hand.

The guards retreated upon seeing his gesture and cleared out of the courtyard.

Chen Rong turned around to leave when she saw them withdraw. Every movement she made at this very moment was made with an unfaltering determination.

Wang Hong gripped onto the bamboo railing and called after the white silhouette: "Ah Rong?"

She did not pause once. She carried the sword and kept heading outside.

Every step she took left drops of blood on the ground, forming a frightening sanguine trail.

"Ah Rong, come back... you have nowhere to go," Wang Hong hoarsely called after her.

His voice swirled in the wind like the falling leaves. It was carried away in the twinkling of an eye and left no traces behind.

Chen Rong did not look back. She didn't even stop walking.

Step by step, she walked to the far distance and faded from his sight until she completely vanished...

At length, hoof beats sounded from the road.

A rider dismounted his horse and reported to Wang Hong who was still looking down motionlessly from the loft: "My lord, the Prince of Nan'yang has urgent matters that require your consultation."

Another burst of rapid clopping followed the rider's voice. A different rider rode to them. "My lord," he cried, "the barbarians are in formation outside the city."

"Get the carriage ready."

"Aye."

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The carriage was soon ready.

But Wang Hong did not move. He was still dropping his head so that the cold wind blew his hair and clothes.

A guard hesitantly called, "My lord?"

His cry awakened Wang Hong and made him look up.

He made a reply, but for some reason, his usually clear and gentle eyes now appeared to be filled with a void.