Henyee Translations

  Henyee Translations

  Qing Chen was like a fly. He just had a finger in every pie.

  At this time, Qing Chen was standing in front of several “corpses.” The moonlight sprinkled his face, lending a silvery halo to his outline. He looked like a night elf, and was even more fascinating and intriguing.

  But Ming Shu felt that kind of strange pure breath again.

  In a brief moment of stillness, that feeling disappeared without a trace. There was only the seductive procurer standing before her eyes. The procurer smiled and said in an intoxicating voice, “Miss Zhi Po, you are too careless. Look, so many people have sneaked into the house and you didn’t know.”


  Ming Shu looked beyond the “corpses.””Where’s Liu Feng?”


  “I let him rest for a while.” Qing Chen dragged his long dress and walked to stand in front of Ming Shu. He leaned forward slightly, and the strange scent gradually became stronger. “Miss Zhi Po, the moonlight is very good tonight. It’s perfect for healing, what do you think?”


  Ming Shu relaxed her wrists and, in the anticipatory eyes of Qing Chen, she put on a light smile. “I think it’s more suitable for beating you.” The next second, she clutched Qing Chen’s collar and maneuvered him into a neat overarm throw. Then Qing Chen was flung to land together with several dead bodies.

  Qing Chen lay on the corpses helplessly.

  He was a persistent person, and he wouldn’t give up until Ming Shu agreed to treat him.

  But Qing Chen was also a smart person. He always appeared at the right time and would never annoy Ming Shu, sometimes he even gave Ming Shu a hand. However, Ming Shu didn’t buy his “kindness.” Every time he would be either thrown out or driven out, which made the entire Drunken Flower Pavilion lose fac.

  Qing Chen almost became skeptical about life……

  May 9th.

  The emperor’s birthday. Many big shots were invited to attend the celebration.

  Somehow Ming Shu also received an invitation. After her “fierce” temper was revealed to the public, for this period, apart from Qing Chen who still dared to harass her brazenly, the rest had all kept silent.

  Even those rebellious disciples of Death Valley didn’t show up.

  Actually, these people of Death Valley shouldn’t be blamed. Usually when someone was betrayed, they would be very angry and anxious, but this didn’t seem to apply to Ming Shu. She didn’t respond with any ferocity to the whole thing, and her behavior basically said,

  This totally confused the rebels from Death Valley, and they didn’t dare to take any action.

  “Miss, are we really going inside?” Hui Xue was a little hesitant as she gazed at the majestic palace gates.

  Ming Shu ignored the little beastie’s resistance and put it inside her sleeve with the egg. “We’ve arrived at the doorway. If we leave now, we’ll be laughed at by them.”

  “But……” Hui Xue tried to persuade Ming Shu. “Hey, Miss, wait for me.”


  Ming Shu entered the palace with the invitation.

  Before walking too many steps, Ming Shu was blocked by Bai Yanran. Her face had recovered and a Death Valley disciple stood beside her. Seeing Ming Shu, the disciple’s head bowed with guilt.

  “Yi Ming, you……” Hui Xue pointed at the disciple disbelievingly.

  Bai Yanran proudly held her head high. “Zhi Po, have you slept well lately? Well, it would be a good thing if you hand over Death Valley, so you won’t have to suffer anymore.”


  Ming Shu smiled at her meaningfully.

  After a few seconds……

  “Ah!”


  Bai Yanran’s screams drew everyone’s attention.

  Ming Shu waved her hand unhurriedly and said, “She’s in my way.”


  Bai Yanran fell to the ground awkwardly, drawing all kinds of gazes from different directions. For Bai Yanran, these stares were like raging flames, burning her heart.

  She looked at Ming Shu with a dark face, hatred surging within. Bai Yanran couldn’t understand. Obviously the woman standing before her eyes was the one who’d been scolded by the whole continent, and she should be despairing and crying all day long. But why did she still look so natural and unrestrained?

  “She is that Zhi Po? Why is she here in the palace? Death Valley is now a mess, but she doesn’t seem to be anxious. It’s really a pity that Death Valley has been passed onto her. Even its reputation will be destroyed.” Some people began to talk about Ming Shu with each other.

  “Well, she could do nothing about it……?”


  “But she is very powerful. Even that many people didn’t best her.”


  “What’s the use of being powerful? After so long, when did she show her medical skills? What is Death Valley? It’s a place famous for healing. No matter how powerful she is, it’s useless if she can’t heal anyone.”


  “Right……”


  “What are you discussing?”


  “What else could we be discussing, it’s that Death Valley……” The voice of the answering person cut off abruptly, and his heart beat fast. He turned his head carefully. His face suddenly twisted and he stuttered, “Ma…… Master Qing Chen.”


  All the voices seemed to disappear at the same time. Qing Chen casually walked past them, each step seeming to take a century.

  As Qing Chen approached the scene of the “accident,” another “accident” suddenly occurred.

  Bai Yanran bounced up from the ground and a cold light flashed in her hand. A whip inlaid with sharp barbs appeared out of nowhere, making a crisp sound as it cut the air.

  Bai Yanran’s gaze was full of hatred. She cracked the whip toward Ming Shu fiercely.

  Ming Shu shook her finger in the air to stop Liu Feng.

  She then turned to avoid the whip. Bai Yanran had poured so much Qi into the whip, the air seemed to become tight and awful because of it.

  Bai Yanran waved the whip quickly and poured more and more Qi into it. The long whip dropped from above, leaving Ming Shu nowhere to hide.

  It seemed the whip would fall on Ming Shu any minute, but Ming Shu grasped its other end with her bare hands, pulling in a rush. The whip tightened.

  Blood rushed out of Ming Shu’s palms, but she still maintained a light smile. Then with one fierce tug, Bai Yanran staggered and was pulled down to the ground.

  Ming Shu drew the whip to circle around Bai Yanran and tied her up easily.

  Bai Yanran struggled, but the barbs plunged deeply into her body, causing her no small amount of suffering. She screamed, “Zhi Po, you bitch, let me go!”


  “What did you say?” Ming Shu picked her ears as if she didn’t hear the words clearly.

  “Bitch! Let go of me. I am the young Miss of the Bai family. How dare you do this to me. I’ll let you die. Are you deaf? Save me!” The last sentence was shouted to Yi Ming.

  Yi Ming wanted to help, but he was scared of Ming Shu and Liu Feng, so he remained motionless.

  “I don’t care who you are. Even if you’re a goddess, I’ll teach you a lesson today.”

  Bai Yanran’s voice was altered because of the pain. “How dare you!”


  “Yes, I dare.” Ming Shu smiled happily and pressed hard with her hand. The whip wrapped tighter, such that Bai Yanran couldn’t speak due to great pain.

  “Zhi Po, stop it!” Father Bai arrived with many followers, and the surrounding people made way for them one after another. His expression was both tense and angry. “Release Yanran.”


  “Why should I listen to you?”


  “What do you want?” As Yanran was in Ming Shu’s hands, Father Bai didn’t dare to provoke her even though he was furious.