novelraw Chapter 42 - "Linghu Chong’s Death – Junior Sister, You Must Be Happy" ( Part 2 )
Chapter 42 - "Linghu Chong’s Death – Junior Sister, You Must Be Happy" ( Part 2 )
Chapter 42: “Linghu Chong’s Death – Junior Sister, You Must Be Happy” ( Part 2 )
As for Ning Zhongze’s thoughts—they were quite simple.
If Linghu Chong were to die now, it would be at the hands of the Mongols, and at least he would be remembered as a man who died for a noble cause.
But if he continued to live, and if the scandal with Yue Buqun were to come to light, then he’d truly be ruined and reviled by all!
As his master’s wife, she couldn’t bear to end Linghu Chong’s life herself. Thus, the Mongols’ actions conveniently aligned with her wishes.
As the setting sun dipped below the horizon, Zhao Min brought her retinue and glanced at Linghu Chong, who had been scorched under the sun all day. She shook her head:
“Aren’t these orthodox sects supposed to be righteous and chivalrous? Why are they all turning a blind eye to death?”
Could it be that the pressure isn’t strong enough?
Then let’s turn the screws a little more!
“Someone, go fetch dry firewood!”
The news that the Mongols were preparing to burn Linghu Chong alive quickly reached the Guo residence. Guo Jing nearly rushed out to rescue him, but Huang Rong restrained him. He was both angry and helpless, feeling unbearably stifled.
On the stake outside the city, Linghu Chong—who had passed out from the sun—was awakened by thick smoke. One glance at the firewood, and he instantly understood his dire situation.
“Master, Mistress… this unfilial disciple must take his leave first!”
As he spoke, he couldn’t help but think of Yue Lingshan.
Would she cry in sorrow upon seeing him burned alive?
Or maybe… she’s already forgotten all about her senior brother.
Linghu Chong let out a bitter laugh.
“Junior Sister… you must live a happy life!”
Even though he knew she couldn’t hear him, he summoned the last of his strength to shout those words.
Not far away, Zhao Min and her followers exchanged confused looks.
Is this guy… mentally challenged or something?
“Hmph. If they won’t even save their senior disciple, there’s no point keeping the others around—drag them out and feed them to the wolves!”
With those words, Zhao Min walked off without a backward glance.
Inside Xiangyang City.
Yue Lingshan found Wang Xuan and asked,
“Brother Xuan, has something serious happened?”
She had spent the entire day playing with the two young girls, Guo Fu and Guo Xiang.
Neither her mother, Ning Zhongze, nor her master, Huang Rong, had mentioned anything about Linghu Chong.
However, she could still sense the tense atmosphere within the Guo residence.
Wang Xuan patted the spot next to him, gesturing for her to sit down.
Yue Lingshan’s cheeks flushed red at once, embarrassed and unsure what to do.
Since they met, the two of them had never been in such close proximity.
Seeing her shy reaction, Wang Xuan stood up and pulled her directly into his arms.
“Ah? Brother Xuan!”
Yue Lingshan was instantly stunned like she had been struck by lightning.
Her body stiffened, and she felt her heartbeat slow down by several beats.
Such warmth in his arms—the fragrance unique to a young maiden filled the air.
Mature women have their allure… but young girls have their own sweetness!
Although Ning Zhongze had pleaded with Wang Xuan not to lay a hand on Yue Lingshan,
with Linghu Chong now being roasted outside the city, at this moment and in this atmosphere,
Wang Xuan couldn’t help but want to indulge a bit.
He had seen plenty of well-endowed women—sometimes, the petite ones seemed quite adorable too.
“Brother Xuan…”
Yue Lingshan’s voice was as soft as a mosquito’s hum, her cheeks blushing crimson.
She didn’t dare meet Wang Xuan’s gaze.
The surprise came too suddenly.
These past few days, she had been racking her brain trying to find a way to get closer to Brother Xuan.
She never expected to be sitting right on his lap now!
Could it be… Brother Xuan likes me too?
No, how could that be possible?
A wave of insecurity suddenly surged within Yue Lingshan.
After all, whether it was nàizi or pígǔ, hers weren’t that big…
Don’t all men prefer the type like Master Huang Rong?
Big nàizi and big pígǔ!
Though… Mother’s seem quite big too!
Maybe I’m still growing… Will they become bigger in a few years?
Because of Wang Xuan’s momentary impulse, Yue Lingshan’s mind began spinning with wild and aimless thoughts.
As night fell.
Zhao Min received an urgent report from a spy:
“Hero Guo has left his residence and is preparing to exit the city!”
“Hmph, so he’s not completely cold-blooded after all! Well, that makes sense—Linghu Chong is an outsider after all. How could he possibly compare to Mu Nianci?”
She immediately gave orders for her subordinates to proceed according to the plan.
After everyone had left, Zhao Min revealed a confident and victorious expression.
“Chief Huang, aren’t you known throughout the martial world as the ‘Lady Zhuge’? I want to see—are your strategies superior, or am I the more cunning one?”
“Tonight—I shall break Xiangyang City!”
Letting Guo Jing leave the city was, naturally, Huang Rong’s strategy.
First came Mu Nianci’s letter, then trouble at Mount Hua—only a fool wouldn’t realize that the Mongol barbarians were planning something big!
Rather than passively waiting for the enemy to make a move, it was better to turn the tables and trap them instead!
Since the Mongol barbarians were hell-bent on luring Guo Jing out of the city—fine, give them that opportunity!
You’re fishing? So am I!
According to Huang Rong’s plan, after Guo Jing left the city, he would stealthily return under cover of night to stage a trap and catch them like turtles in a jar.
With Guo Jing’s skill, sneaking back in without alerting the Mongol spies wasn’t difficult.
Meanwhile, Wang Xuan took Guo Jing’s place and headed to the small forest outside Xiangyang, in case Mu Nianci really had been taken hostage.
As the saying goes: those with great skill have great courage.
Huang Rong wasn’t worried her plan would go awry.
After all, with either Wang Xuan’s strength or her own, they could handle anything that might spiral out of control.
Sure, they could crush the enemy outright—but that was too boring.
Huang Rong was curious to see the face of her opponent, the moment they thought they’d won—only to be reversed completely.
That would be amusing!
Coincidentally, the location Zhao Min’s group had chosen was close to where Wang Xuan had previously disposed of Duan Yanqing and his cohorts.
However, when Wang Xuan appeared in the small forest, he saw no trace of a woman.
His spiritual sense only detected a group of sneaky Mongol warriors hiding nearby.
“Where is Mu Nianci?”
Wang Xuan’s voice echoed through the night.
A string of harsh, incomprehensible words followed—clearly the prairie tongue.
He couldn’t understand the content, but from the tone, they were obviously cursing.
Then, the ambushers all sprang out, surrounding Wang Xuan.
“So, I’ve been played, huh?”