King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 734 227: Lonely Beauty in the Deep Palace, Encounter with Hero Shi Feiyang: Shocking Escape to Protect the Emperor (Part 5)

Their worries were as dense as the night itself, seemingly ready to swallow them whole.

They didn't know what had happened in the Imperial Palace, whether Shi Feiyang had successfully escaped or had fallen into a more perilous situation.

This uncertainty made them feel immense fear and helplessness, yet all they could do was wait here in yearning, hoping for that sliver of dawn's light.

On a day late in spring, a gentle breeze blew, but it couldn't dispel the heavy, oppressive atmosphere inside the Mei Niang Workshop.

Yang Xue'Er, Lu Hongye, and Shi Xiong gathered as usual with heavy hearts, eagerly awaiting news of Shi Feiyang. Their eyes showed exhaustion and despair, as if this endless wait had gradually worn away their hope.

At that moment, the door creaked open, and a familiar figure appeared at the door.

The man they had been worried sick about, Shi Feiyang, was standing right in front of them, alive!

For a moment, the entire Mei Niang Workshop seemed frozen, everyone was stunned, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.

Yang Xue'Er was the first to react; tears instantly welled up in her eyes, rushing forth like a breached dam.

She rushed forward without hesitation, throwing herself into Shi Feiyang's arms, holding tight as if he might vanish the next instant.

Crying uncontrollably, she said, "Shi Lang, you've finally come back! These days, I worried about you day and night, fearing something might happen to you. Do you know how scared I was?" Her voice trembled, full of endless grievance and longing.

Lu Hongye also stepped forward quickly, eyes filled with surprise and heartache.

She reached out to gently caress Shi Feiyang's face, wanting to confirm if it was a dream. "Shi Lang, you've finally returned safely. We've been waiting for you every day, our hearts nearly shattered." Her voice was gentle but choked with emotion.

Shi Xiong stood aside, his eyes slightly red.

He said excitedly, "Grand Squad Leader, you're finally back! All the brothers have been thinking of you! These past days, we've been worried sick."

His words were filled with concern and worry for Shi Feiyang.

Looking at his loved ones, Shi Feiyang was filled with emotion.

He tightly embraced Yang Xue'Er and Lu Hongye, softly saying, "I'm sorry for worrying you, but I've returned safe and sound."

His voice was calm and resolute, bringing a sense of reassurance.

Later, they all went to the grand inn managed by Lu Hongye.

In this cozy inn, Shi Feiyang spent a few dreamy days with his two beloved wives.

They either strolled in the courtyard, hand in hand, speaking of their longing during their separation, or embraced each other in the room, lost in deep affection.

The faces of Yang Xue'Er and Lu Hongye were full of happy smiles.

However, good times are always short-lived.

A few days later, Shi Feiyang had to set off on a journey again.

He wanted to take Yang Xue'Er and Shi Xiong away from the Capital, continuing to work for the grand cause of the Heroic Sakura Association.

As they parted, Lu Hongye stood on the third-floor balcony, watching her husband Shi Feiyang's figure, tears falling like broken pearls.

Her body trembled slightly, filled with reluctance and helplessness. She so wished she could leave with Shi Feiyang and be by his side.

But as the Sub-Branch Leader of the Capital's third branch of the Heroic Sakura Association, she bore an important mission and could only choose to stay behind.

"Shi Lang, you must come back safely..." Lu Hongye softly murmured, her voice carried away by the wind to the distance.

Shi Feiyang seemed to sense Lu Hongye's gaze; he stopped and looked back at the balcony, his eyes full of affection and determination.

He nodded slightly, promising something to Lu Hongye.

Then, he turned around, taking Yang Xue'Er and Shi Xiong, determinedly disappearing down the distant road.

Leaving only Lu Hongye, standing on the balcony alone, watching them depart, unwilling to leave for a long time.

During this late spring, when the earth should warm, flowers bloom, and all things come alive, the Yanshan Mountain Range outside the city seemed to be forgotten by spring in a corner of winter, where cold winds still roared. The biting north wind was like a hidden yet immensely powerful giant snake, recklessly thrashing and twisting its massive body, harboring a bone-piercing chill, aiming to sweep everything into its icy, merciless embrace.

The disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association's first branch were wearing thick clothes, yet the invincible cold wind penetrated their garments as if it were sharp blades, making them shiver.

They tightly held onto the reins, their horses beneath them seemingly affected by the cold, uneasily pawing at the ground. Each pawing lifted some dust, and the hot breath from their nostrils immediately condensed into hazy white clouds in the cold air, like the horses' helpless sighs.

The disciples' gazes were steadfast, like undying torches in the cold night, patiently waiting in the biting wind. Their figures, battered by the wild wind, appeared more determined and unwavering, like towering mountaintops, standing firm.

At that moment, clouds of dust suddenly rose on the road in the distance, like a yellow dragon meandering across the land.

Xie Wen, the Flying Eagle Detective; Miao Menlong, the Divine Archer; Shan Zhi, the Plum Blossom Dagger; and Xiang Kun, the Iron Flute Scholar, were hurrying this way. They rushed day and night, their bodies covered in travel dust, clothes already tattered and torn in places by thorns, exposing slashes.

Their faces were haggard, deeply marked by the ravages of time, their skin dark and rough, yet their eyes shone with determination and resolve like stars on a cold night. Previously, they had toiled endlessly, day and night, overcoming countless hardships to escort the heavily injured Wu Zhong, the Iron Palm, back to Jiangnan's Heroic Sakura Association headquarter for recovery. They had just settled Wu Zhong when they hastily returned to the Capital, driven by a single thought: to protect the Grand Squad Leader Shi Feiyang.

Seeing them from afar, Shi Feiyang felt a warm current surge in his heart, his eyes slightly reddening, with warm liquids swirling in them.

Unable to suppress his excitement, he strode forward, clasping his hands in salute, raising them high, and said forcefully, "Brothers, you have endured a long journey, braving the elements and hardships. I am extremely grateful for your friendship, and this debt I will never forget!"

His voice, trembling with emotion, carried far in the cold wind, filled with deep gratitude and respect.

Xie Wen and the others exchanged a smile.

In that smile was respect for Shi Feiyang and deep brotherly affection.

Xie Wen stepped forward, saying loudly, "Grand Squad Leader, you're too kind. We're all brothers of the Heroic Sakura Association, and for the Association and our brothers, what does a little hardship count as! If not for your constant care over us, how would we be here today?"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Shi Feiyang nodded slightly, his expression turning serious, and continued, "I wish to escort Xue'Er back to the Liaodong Qingfeng Pavilion to visit her family. By local customs, since she is now my bride, visiting her natal family is rightful. This journey is long and treacherous, the mountains and rivers vast, and during such troubled times, I fear there may be many obstacles." Hearing this, everyone clenched their fists, their eyes showing resolve.

Miao Menlong loudly said, "Wherever the Grand Squad Leader goes, we follow! Whether it's the mountains of knives and seas of fire, or dens of dragons and tigers, we will advance and retreat together with the Grand Squad Leader! We must ensure the safety of the Grand Squad Leader and Miss Yang!"

Everyone shouted in unison, their voices converging like rolling thunder, echoing through the valleys, startling birds in the forest to take flight, causing tree branches to sway and leaves to fall.

At this moment, Yang Xue'Er walked gracefully to Shi Feiyang's side, her eyes shining with excitement and emotion, softly saying, "Shi Lang, you're so considerate of me, accompanying me back to the Liaodong Qingfeng Pavilion to visit home, I... I am truly touched. I haven't seen my mother for a long time, and just thinking of seeing her soon makes my heart race with excitement."