Rebirth: My Healer Wife Owns Superpowers

Chapter 272: Chapter 272 Oh, there are such men in the world…

“Come out, Princely Heir sees you, you can’t hide anymore!”

Hearing Song Qiyun’s familiar voice, Qi Yue’s pupils shrank involuntarily.

He had actually chased after her!

Such audacity!

He wasn’t even afraid of her secret weapon anymore!

Her heart stirred, and immediately she had two Small Fragrant Melons in her palm, ready to throw, but then she heard Song Qingshan’s voice.

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“Miss Qi, Miss Qi, are you alright?”

Qi Yue’s brows furrowed, why had he come as well?

In the end, she did not throw the Small Fragrant Melons.

She had no grudge with Song Qingshan, and to kill Song Qiyun by blowing up an innocent person—wouldn’t that be too cruel?

As she pondered this, another flurry of arrows arrived swiftly, all sticking into the tree beside her.

“Song Qiyun, stop it, you might hurt Miss Qi!”

“The Princely Heir wants her dead!”

“I won’t allow it, the Emperor appointed me as Military Supervisor, how Miss Qi is to be dealt with should be up to me!”

“Dream on! She ruined everything for the Princely Heir, the Princely Heir also wants to destroy her!!”

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Listening to Song Qingshan’s every word in her defense, Qi Yue felt a little dazed.

What was this situation, Song Qingshan liked her?

He was really such a naive person!

While she was still in a daze, suddenly a somewhat familiar scent of fresh spring and cold fragrance invaded her, and in a flash, she was pulled into an embrace.

Everything happened almost in an instant, and it took Qi Yue a moment to think of resisting.

With a thought, her fingertips were already pinching a Silver Needle.

“Yueyue, it’s me.”

Qi Yue gasped, her entire body freezing on the spot.

“Zhao Xiyan?”

“It’s me.” The man said, his hand around her waist tightened a few notches.

She heard Zhao Xiyan’s throat moving up and down as if he was struggling to restrain and suppress something.

She was a little panicked and wanted to escape his embrace but found herself gripped even tighter.

“Let me hold you for a moment, just for a little while…”

She heard his trembling breath escape his lips and flutter at her ear, feeling ticklish.

She dared not move.

But her ear felt unbearably hot, she turned her head slightly, only to hear a familiar heartbeat.

“Boom… thump thump thump…”

She suddenly remembered the times she had taken Zhao Xiyan’s pulse; his heartbeat had always been as forceful as this.

Booming loudly, like the tide rolling in, like a waterfall cascading from the heavens…

At the time, she had worried that he had some kind of strange heart disease!

She understood at once.

It turns out, the person who had been kept in the dark was her…

For a moment, she forgot everything.

She forgot the Bai Shao hairpin that had been a thorn in her heart, and the woman named Ruyan.

She felt as if in an instant, the world had become infinitely vast, and everything around her ceased to exist.

Song Qiyun, Song Qingshan… the trees nearby, the grass on the ground, the insects’ hum, the night birds’ low song… the night, the firmament…

Everything had vanished…

Her entire being… all her pores were breathing in the cold fragrance exuding from Zhao Xiyan, feeling as if she was atop the clouds…

But the rain of arrows seemed to be growing denser around them.

“Shoot for the Princely Heir! Shoot fiercely!”

“The Princely Heir offers a reward, anyone who kills Miss Qi will be rewarded….”

Song Qiyun’s words were abruptly cut off before he could finish.

The Soldiers had been waiting for their reward, and after a moment of silence, they grew puzzled.

Upon looking, my God!

Song Qiyun was dead!

Out of nowhere an arrow had planted itself straight into Song Qiyun’s throat!

Song Qiyun’s eyes were wide, frozen in his last moment of hideous screaming, his raised arm hadn’t even fallen!

“Ghosts!”

“The Princely Heir Qiyun is dead!”

“Run for it!”

In a cacophony of panic, three thousand Soldiers quickly fled while clutching their heads.

My God, who needs a reward anymore!

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The man they were meant to kill hadn’t even appeared when the leader of their squad had already died!

Before long, of the three thousand soldiers, some fled, some hid, until only about a dozen remained, huddling together, trembling back to back, gathering around Song Qingshan.

“Princely Heir, we should leave quickly! If we don’t, it’ll be too late!”

Song Qingshan, staring with wide eyes, looked at Song Qiyun, who was already dead but still standing motionless, and couldn’t come back to his senses for a long time.

Just like that, he was gone?

Yet he still found it a little hard to believe that Qi Yue would strike at him.@@novelbin@@

Such a beautiful, fragile-looking girl, how could she have taken a life?

Under a distant tree, Zhao Xiyan finally let go of Qi Yue, his brows furrowed as he watched Song Qingshan.

By this time, Song Qingshan had already lit a torch and was tending to Song Qiyun’s body.

“Why did you kill him?”

“He deserved to die!”

Zhao Xiyan said coldly, pulling an arrow from a nearby tree and aiming it at Song Qingshan.

Upon seeing this, Qi Yue quickly grabbed his arm.

“Spare his life, please. He’s not like Song Qiyun.”

In the darkness, Zhao Xiyan suddenly turned his head and his eyes, bright as stars, focused intensely on hers.

“How is he different? He likes you.”

Qi Yue choked, unable to speak for a moment.

This, this… was that still Zhao Xiyan?

The words he spoke were just too direct…

“Cough… He… he has at least some kindness in him…”

“Fine, for Yueyue’s sake.”

Zhao Xiyan discarded the arrow and glanced back at her.

“Can you wait for me here?”

His voice and tone were so gentle they were unfitting, like spring water at thirty degrees Celsius, with an eroding, permeating power.

Unconsciously, Qi Yue nodded.

“I can.”

Zhao Xiyan smiled at her and turned to walk towards Song Qingshan.

At that moment, Song Qingshan had just removed the arrow from Song Qiyun’s throat, blood spurting out, splashing his face.

He had barely lifted his sleeve to wipe off the blood from his eyes, when he saw his remaining soldiers staring in horror at something behind him.

He froze.

He thought Qi Yue had come with a knife to kill him, sending a chill through his heart.

After waiting for what seemed like forever, he didn’t feel the anticipated stab through the heart, but heard unhurried, moderate footsteps slowly approaching him.

He quickly wiped the blood from his face and turned around anxiously, but still kept his head lowered, not daring to look up at the face he had been thinking and longing for.

“Miss Qi, I know you want to leave, and I didn’t plan to stop you.”

He took out a document from his chest and handed it forward.

“I caught up with you just to give you this travel pass. With it, you can easily enter and leave the city gates, and no one will stop you…”

A distinctly masculine hand reached out and took the travel pass. Song Qingshan, surprised, looked up and met a clear and absolutely beautiful face.

“You, you…”

“I am Zhao Xiyan.”

“Zhao, Zhao Xiyan…” Song Qingshan could hardly speak.

This was his first time seeing the young genius known as the War God, who was about his age.

Handsome yet full of vigor, his proud eyes carried a trace of indifference, a touch of humility, and noble grace without a hint of arrogance…

Oh, that such a man could exist in this world…

He searched his mind for all the words that could match Zhao Xiyan, only to find he couldn’t find any…

The ringing in his head was relentless, and all he could see were white circles of light before him.

He seemed voiceless, as if blinded by the dazzling man before him…

But one thought was clear to him.

Only he was worthy of Qi Yue…

“Go back and tell Song Shulie that it’s time to finish the tomb.”

Although Zhao Xiyan’s voice was as pleasant as music, Song Qingshan felt a bone-chilling coldness.

Song Shulie was the name of the Emperor of Donggao.

The Emperor Song Shulie, who had ruled for twenty years, had been constructing his tomb for a full eighteen years.

To finish it… meant he was going to…

“You, you…”

Song Qingshan’s corners of his mouth twitched weakly, but he found himself utterly unable to speak…

When he looked up again, the man had already left without him noticing.

The tall figure clad in black grew more distant, quickly fusing with the night…

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