PFC Chapter 292 Murong Yi Finds Lin Qianqian
Chapter 292 Murong Yi Finds Lin Qianqian
Chapter 292 Murong Yi Finds Lin Qianqian
After walking for a long time, all three of them were quite tired, especially Lin Qianqian and Xiaodie, who were so exhausted that their chests were practically touching their backs.
As dusk settled, the last rays of sunlight stained the horizon. Lin Qianqian and Xiao Die, their steps slightly weary, followed Xiao Yichen into an old-fashioned inn.
Inside, candlelight flickered, casting shimmering shadows on the mottled walls. The waiter, beaming, hurried forward, "Gentlemen, please come in! We have freshly cooked, hot food; we guarantee you'll enjoy your meal!"
The three of them found a table by the window and sat down.
Lin Qianqian gently brushed a strand of hair from her temple, picked up her teacup, took a small sip, and the warm tea flowed down her throat, dispelling some of the chill.
Xiaodie looked around curiously, filled with a sense of novelty about this unfamiliar environment.
Before long, several steaming hot dishes were served.
Xiao Yichen picked up his chopsticks and gestured for the two girls to eat.
Lin Qianqian picked up a piece of green vegetable with her chopsticks, put it in her mouth and chewed it carefully. The fresh and tender taste made her look satisfied.
Xiaodie couldn't wait to pick up a piece of meat and eat it with relish, her cheeks puffing out, looking very cute.
The inn was bustling with people, filled with a constant stream of noise. Some were discussing tales of the martial world, while others were quietly complaining about the weariness of their journey.
Lin Qianqian listened to the conversations around her, occasionally exchanging smiles with Xiao Yichen and Xiao Die, enjoying this moment of peace and warmth.
The three were eating when a series of chaotic and heavy footsteps suddenly came from outside the inn.
The once noisy inn fell silent instantly. Everyone put down their bowls and chopsticks and looked in the direction of the sound with a mixture of wariness and curiosity.
Several soldiers, their expressions grim, strode into the inn. They were clad in heavy armor, and the swords at their waists clashed with each movement, producing a cold, metallic sound.
Upon entering the inn, the soldiers quickly spread out to the left and right, enveloping everyone inside in their intimidation.
Everyone's attention was drawn to the soldiers' movements, and then a figure slowly walked in from among them.
This person was none other than the Ninth Prince, Murong Yi. He stepped in as if carrying a body of frost, and the aura emanating from him made the air seem to freeze.
Murong Yi possessed an imposing and dignified bearing, his posture upright as a pine tree, exuding royal nobility in every gesture. His facial features were cold and resolute, his deep eyes like icy pools, unfathomable and unfathomable, radiating an aura of authority that inspired awe in all who beheld him.
The atmosphere in the inn instantly plummeted to freezing point, so oppressive it was hard to breathe. The diners all kept their heads down, avoiding eye contact for fear of inviting trouble.
Xiaodie glanced up unintentionally and caught sight of Murong Yi entering the inn. In an instant, all color drained from her face, and her eyes widened in shock and fear.
She subconsciously moved closer to Lin Qianqian, gently nudged her with her elbow, turned slightly to the side, leaned closer to Lin Qianqian, pointed in the direction of Murong Yi, her lips parted slightly, her voice as low as the buzzing of a mosquito's wings, with an undisguised tremor: "Miss, Your Highness!"
Lin Qianqian was sipping her tea when she heard Xiaodie's whisper. Her teacup trembled violently, splashing scalding tea onto her hand without her noticing. Her face instantly turned deathly pale, her eyes widening in terror. She instinctively let out a short, startled cry: "Ah!" Realizing her mistake, she quickly covered her mouth with her hand, then stiffly turned her head to the side, her shoulders slightly hunched, like a frightened deer. She frantically tugged at her clothes, trying to appear calm, while secretly glancing at Murong Yi out of the corner of her eye, silently praying she wouldn't be discovered.
At this moment, Murong Yi, with a cold and stern expression, strode steadily into the center of the inn. He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over everyone in the inn like an ice blade. The entire inn was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Then, he slightly raised his hand, and the guard beside him immediately understood and presented a scroll. Murong Yi slowly unfurled it; the scroll contained a portrait of Lin Qianqian, the woman in the painting with exquisite features and a graceful demeanor.
Murong Yi parted his thin lips slightly, his voice low and cold, echoing in the inn: "My Ninth Princess Consort has been missing for many days, and her whereabouts are still unknown. If anyone knows her whereabouts, please inform me immediately, and I will reward them handsomely. If anyone dares to conceal the truth, don't blame me for being ruthless."
After saying that, his gaze swept coldly over everyone in the inn again, his eyes seeming to see through people's hearts, sending chills down their spines.
Upon hearing this, the people in the inn immediately stirred up a commotion:
Some whispered among themselves, discussing the bizarre disappearance of the princess.
Some looked surprised and turned their eyes to the portrait, trying to search their memories for any clues about the Ninth Princess.
Others looked flustered, afraid of getting into trouble, and avoided looking directly at Murong Yi and the portrait.
Upon hearing Murong Yi's words, Xiao Yichen narrowed his eyes and carefully examined the woman in the portrait. His gaze was sharp and steady, as if he wanted to see through the portrait.
After a moment of thought, he glanced subtly at Lin Qianqian beside him, who had turned her face away and looked flustered. He seemed to understand something, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously lifted slightly. His smile was a little playful, yet it also seemed to hide a hint of understanding.
Xiaodie was already terrified. She quickly buried her head in the table and said to Lin Qianqian in a very low voice, "Miss, isn't that your portrait?"
Lin Qianqian was extremely anxious. She quickly put a finger to her lips, signaling Xiaodie to be quiet: "Shh!" Although her voice was soft, it conveyed an undeniable tension.
At this moment, a middle-aged man sitting at Lin Qianqian's table suddenly glanced at her curiously, then looked at the portrait. As if he had discovered a new continent, he suddenly stood up, pointed at Lin Qianqian, and shouted loudly, "Everyone, look! This young master's appearance is exactly the same as the woman in the painting. Could it be that they are of the same birth, like dragon and phoenix?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Qianqian's face turned deathly pale, her eyes filled with despair and terror.
Her body trembled slightly uncontrollably, her hands gripping the hem of her clothes tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.
All eyes immediately turned to Lin Qianqian, like countless searchlights.
Murong Yi followed everyone's gaze and looked over, her brows furrowed into a deep frown, her eyes revealing doubt and scrutiny.
He stared intently in Lin Qianqian's direction. Lin Qianqian had her head bowed low, and Murong Yi walked towards her step by step. Each step seemed to pound on Lin Qianqian's heart, making her heart pound like a drum, almost suffocating her.
Murong Yi pressed closer, his aura chillingly powerful. His slender fingers slowly extended, about to touch Lin Qianqian's shoulder.
At this critical moment, Lin Qianqian's heart pounded wildly, and her eardrums ached from the sound of her heartbeat.
Fear and the instinct for survival surged within her. Her eyebrows furrowed, her almond eyes widened, and her teeth clenched. Suddenly, she unleashed a burst of strength, jerked herself up, and charged headlong at Murong Yi.
Murong Yi was completely taken aback by her actions. She stumbled and took a few steps back uncontrollably, her face filled with shock and surprise.
By the time he came to his senses, Lin Qianqian had already run towards the inn's entrance like a startled fawn.
Xiaodie had been watching all this with bated breath. When she saw Lin Qianqian run out, her eyes widened instantly, filled with fear and worry. She instinctively stood up and blurted out, "Miss!" Her voice was sharp and tearful, particularly jarring in the inn.
Xiao Yichen remained calm and slowly rose to his feet, his gaze fixed meaningfully on the chaotic scene.
Murong Yi turned to look at Xiao Die, her gaze icy and piercing, her chest heaving violently, and said coldly, "It really was you!"
His finger pointed angrily at Xiaodie, his embarrassment and anger after being bumped by Lin Qianqian intertwined, leaving him speechless with rage.
Xiaodie's legs went weak at his gaze, her body trembling uncontrollably. She stammered, "Your Highness... I..."
Before he could finish speaking, Murong Yi suddenly turned around, his cloak drawing a sharp arc in the air as he chased after the direction where Lin Qianqian had disappeared.
As Xiao Yichen watched Murong Yi's departing figure, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a faint, elusive light flashed in his long, narrow eyes, like a hidden star in the cold night.
His thin lips were slightly pursed, the corners of his mouth turned up in a half-smile, his face calm and expressionless, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.
Xiaodie stood there, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, her eyes wide open, filled with panic and worry.
Her gaze kept shifting between the doorway and Xiao Yichen, her hands unconsciously gripping the hem of her clothes until her knuckles turned white. She kept muttering, "What should I do!"