The sky was boundless and silent. Moonlight sprinkled a silver glow like a silver qilin's faintly clear and cold radiance. The night breeze blew past, the feeling cold as snow when it brushed one's skin under a thin garment.
Sultan Gu carried the shivering Yaoying, his athletic figure flickering through the dark shadows of the grand palace. The leopard followed behind them, its leaping motions lithe and graceful.
Gradually, the clamor of people could be heard. With a whoosh, several sharp arrows broke through the air, the cold piercing sound coming within reach.
Tension rose in Yaoying's heart. Her fingers couldn't help but clench Sultan Gu's robe.
He wordlessly shielded her in his arms, raising his sword through the air to cut through the chaos of incoming arrows. He dropped from the courtyard wall and landed next to a thicket of desert jujubes.
In the adjourning courtyard separated by the wall, someone shouted at the people who fired the arrows: "We see him! That's the Regent!"
The guards who were firing arrows jolted in fear, and there was immediate chaos and shouting.
The solid arm around her shoulder was withdrawn. Yaoying was released, her bare feet landing on the cold ground, a slight chill seeping up her body.
There was a suppressed muffled grunt behind her.
Yaoying's eyes flew open and she looked back.
Sultan Gu covered his chest and took a step back, his robe brushing through the branches of the desert jujube tree, the shaken silver-white petals floating down.
"You're injured?"
Yaoying was shocked and reached out to help Sultan Gu. Just now, when he had held her while confronting Haidu Aling, a concealed blade flew out of Haidu Aling's sleeve. In fear that she would be hit by the short knife, his body suddenly turned to avoid the blow. It was then that he may have suffered internal injuries.
Sultan Gu staggered slightly.
Yaoying stepped forward and held his arm. Thinking he might not understand the Chinese words she had spoken in the heat of the moment, she asked again in Hu: "Are you injured?"
Sultan Gu steadied himself, lifted his eyes, and gave her a faint glance. His scarred face was ugly and sinister. The pupils of his deep blue unfeeling eyes looked like the vast and brilliant starry sky: cold and apathetic, without sorrow or joy.
Yaoying suddenly felt that in front of him stood not a person, but a cold and imposing blade.
An emotionless and desireless knife, born for killing.
Their two eyes met.
Yaoying frowned up at Sultan Gu, without the slightest bit of fear or disgust on her face, only sincere concern and gratitude. The moonlight fell into her clear, slender eyes. There was a sparkle in her eyes, the autumn water brimming, gentle and charming.
Sultan Gu's eyes were still and silent, without ripples.
After staring at each other for a moment, Yaoying continued to ask softly, "General Su, where are you injured?"
The sound of footsteps came like rain from the courtyard gate. Ashina Bisha, dressed in military armor, rushed over with the guards and surged into the courtyard.
The guards saw the arrows on the ground, and then looked at Sultan Gu's fierce face. They looked at each other in horror, cowering and not daring to go forward.
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Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight
Romance"Thousand Miles Bright Moonlight" will be adapted to chinese drama soon. Yaoying transmigrated into a novel. In the chaotic and troubled times, many nations were at war. Her father happened to be the most powerful of those vying for supremacy, her...
