Transmigrating to a Female-Dominated World: Handsome Men Keep Chasing After Me

Chapter 348

In an instant, a loud bang was heard on the horizon, dark clouds gathered, and the sky was instantly torn apart by a blinding white light. Thunder roared, as if the heavens and earth were trembling. The next moment, a torrential downpour began.

Yuan looked at the lightning-streaked sky, a shadow rising in his eyes, his expression gradually turning ruthless.

Both are daughters of Heaven, so why is Nalan Jingwen able to become a main god, while she should just eke out a living and be despised by others?

Heaven wouldn't let her kill Nalan Jingwen, but she would defy it!

With a flick of her sleeve, a sudden gust of wind swept up Nalan Jingwen's broken body and threw him violently to the ground. Nalan Jingwen vomited a mouthful of blood, his mouth filled with a thick, almost nauseating, bloody taste.

Immediately afterwards, she shuddered, her dantian enveloped by black mist, as if squeezed into a tiny piece. The intense pain caused her to spasm, as if every inch of her skin was being torn into a million pieces. Warm liquid gushed out in an instant, and the uncontrollable pain swept over all her thoughts. The blood vessels in her eyeballs burst, and all that remained before her eyes was a blood-red blur.

The icy rain lashed her face, pouring into her mouth and nose like a torrent. She couldn't move, and could only let the feeling of suffocation gradually engulf her. Blood kept flowing out and mixed with the rain, quickly staining large areas red.

Her dantian was completely crushed, leaving her with no chance of life; she was now truly a cripple.

"Do you think I'd let you kill me a second time?"

"I'd like to see whether you kill me first, or I skin you first!"

As she spoke, Yuan suddenly drew the sword from the soldier behind her and thrust it towards Nalan Jingwen. Her expression was crazed, and her eyes were filled with boundless hatred.

But soon, her expression turned grim and terrifying. Looking at the long sword that had been stopped in mid-air, she suddenly turned to Rong Hengyu and asked in a vicious tone, "You saved her?"

Rong Hengyu's face remained indifferent. Even though he was soaked by the torrential rain, he still looked noble and precious. His phoenix eyes, which were clear and bright, were calm and serene.

"Have you forgotten whether you can truly kill her now?"

Yuan smirked, a storm brewing in his eyes. "So what if we can't kill her? Aren't you meddling too much? Or do you want to go down and join her?"

"If you want to be reduced to ashes, then kill her."

Rong Hengyu glanced one last time at the disheveled people below the city, left with a remark, and went on her way. Nalan Fengxing, who was listening to the conversation between the two, was somewhat confused, but that did not prevent her from grasping the key points.

If Nangong Yu'an was unable to kill Nalan Jingwen for some reason, does that mean that he could kill him?

Having spoken his thoughts, Yuan suddenly turned his head, his eyes sharp.

"idiot."

Nalan Fengxing had never been insulted like this before. Her face froze for a moment, but she could only endure it because of the other party's strength. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Rong Hengyu's departing figure, and a dangerous look flashed in her eyes.

I wonder who Rong Hengyu is, that he is so familiar with Nangong Yu'an. She seems to know too little about her Prime Minister, who has given birth to such a mysterious son. It seems I need to send someone to investigate.

Unable to kill Nalan Jingwen, Yuan turned and left, not forgetting to warn Nalan Fengxing before departing.

"Stop with your little schemes."

Nalan Fengxing had no choice but to agree. Only after Yuan had completely left did she reveal her ferocious face. She suddenly kicked the soldier next to her to the ground, drew her sword, and pierced the man's chest with one stroke. The emperor was furious, and corpses littered the ground. Soon, blood flowed like a river on the city wall, but no one dared to say anything.

Nalan Fengxing's pent-up frustration finally dissipated somewhat. He glanced at Nalan Jingwen and ordered, "Drag the man to the prison and await his fate."

"Yes."

Nalan Jingwen finally understood what the literal meaning meant. If it was meant to be dragged, then it really was dragged. Her clothes were quickly torn by the rough ground, and her skin was scratched by sharp gravel, soon becoming a bloody mess. There was hardly a good spot on her body. She was dragged back like that.

Perhaps the pain was too intense, she even thought it was fortunate that Chi Chenyi hadn't come back with her, and that Aman had left beforehand to distract herself. In the end, she thought about committing suicide beforehand to allow her soul to return to its place, but she didn't even have the strength to bite her tongue and kill herself.

Others didn't know why Yuan didn't kill her, but she knew that it was because Yuan's soul was damaged and had not fully recovered. If he killed her now, he would suffer a backlash from the Heavenly Dao, and with his current body, he would only be reduced to ashes.

Furthermore, Yuan knew that her last wisp of soul was in Nalan Jingwen's body. If this body died, her soul would completely return to its original place. Since she had not recovered, she would naturally be unable to resist. This is why Yuan tortured her and imprisoned her, but could not kill her.

only……

How did Rong Hengyu know?

Nalan Jingwen was imprisoned in the deepest part of the imperial prison, a place so dark and sparsely populated that insects, snakes, rats, and ants crawled all over the floor. They would often crawl into her trouser legs and then climb up her legs. Her legs were still okay, as she had no feeling in them, but when they crawled onto her body and face, touching her wounds, that was true torture. Her hands and legs were also chained with iron chains, and there were even guards outside watching over her.

Nalan Jingwen could only laugh. Was Yuan overestimating himself?

Now that my hands, feet, and dantian are all crippled, I am like a useless person. How can I possibly escape?

The moment she closes her eyes, images of Lin Tian and A Yuan collapsing appear before her, making it impossible for her to rest, catch her breath, or even faint. She is in unbearable pain.

If I had known this would happen, I should have stayed far away from them...

……

Red Love Pavilion.

The man in the main seat had a serious expression as he looked at the intelligence report in his hand. Just as he picked up his pen, it suddenly fell to the ground, the black ink soaking into the rice paper and spreading out in a large smear. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, which mixed with the black ink, and his face instantly turned as pale as paper.

"Pavilion Master!"

Supported by someone, Nalan Yin clutched her chest in disbelief, frantically lifting her sleeve to see a faint red line on her wrist, a flicker of pain crossing her eyes.

"Go! Go quickly! Find out where my sister is now?!"

"Go quickly!!"

The subordinate hesitated for a moment, but was stunned by a look from Nalan Yin. "I will go and investigate immediately."

Nalan Yin was left alone in the room. He clutched his wrist, his face growing paler. The pain made him tremble uncontrollably, and cold sweat poured down his face. He bent over in pain, tears streaming down his cheeks.

He was in so much pain, how much pain must his sister be in?

In the end what happened?

He braced himself on the edge of the table with one hand, his knuckles turning bluish-white, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, the pain making it almost impossible for him to utter a word.

Soon his men returned, and Nalan Yin struggled to stay upright, her eyes bloodshot.

"Where is my sister?"

"Reporting to the Pavilion Master, the Wise Prince has returned to Fengtian, but..."

"But what?!"

"A scout from Fengtian reports that Prince Nalan Jingwen led an army of 50,000 to attack the imperial city with the intention of rebelling. He has now been captured and imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison, and his fate is unknown."

Snap.

The sound of wood cracking rang out abruptly, and sharp wood chips pierced Nalan Yin's palm. Bright red blood flowed down his fist, but he was oblivious.

"Nonsense! How could my sister possibly plot a rebellion?!"

My sister is utterly loyal to Nalan Fengxing! How could she possibly plot a rebellion?!

The subordinate remained silent, bowing his head in quiet contemplation.

"Prepare the horses, I'm going back to Fengtian!"