The Regent's Concubine is Crazy

Chapter 171 Ling'er is the King

Wang Heqing frowned and asked in a deep voice: "Sir, my Chongshan Sect has no grudges against your Guisha Palace, why are you attacking my Chongshan Sect?"

Mo Shaoxie's eyes flashed with disdain, and he responded coldly: "Because your Chongshan Sect deserves to die."

These few simple words made Wang Heqing stand there in confusion. He really couldn't figure out how his sect had offended the Guisha Palace.

However, Mo Shaoxie did not give him much time to think. He moved and launched another fierce attack.

Wang Heqing reacted and quickly swung his sword to block.

The sword lights of the two intertwined into a dazzling sword net in the night sky, with sword energy crisscrossing and wind whistling. Wang Heqing's swordsmanship was fierce and powerful, and each sword contained deep internal strength, while Mo Shaoxie responded with strange and unpredictable body movements. His figure appeared and disappeared in the moonlight, like a ghost.

The fight between the two became more and more intense. Wang Heqing tried his best to find Mo Shaoxie's flaws, while Mo Shaoxie always remained calm and dealt with Wang Heqing's attacks with ease.

In this fierce battle, the two figures kept interweaving and the sword light flickered.

Every time the swords collided, there was an accompanying crisp sound of metal clashing, echoing in the silent night sky.

In the end, after a tough fight, Wang Heqing gradually felt overwhelmed, while Mo Shaoxie became more and more courageous and his offensive became more and more fierce.

At the critical moment, Mo Shaoxie dodged Wang Heqing's fatal blow and stabbed Wang Heqing in the chest with a sword.

Wang Heqing was caught off guard and could only watch as Mo Shaoxie's sword tip approached his body. He was filled with resentment and anger, but he could not change the outcome of the battle.

At the last moment, he leaned back with all his might, trying to avoid the fatal blow.

However, he was still a step too slow, and the tip of Mo Shaoxie's sword cut through his clothes, leaving a deep wound on his chest.

Mo Shaoxie's sword swept across, and the sound of clothes tearing was clearly audible, followed by a muffled groan, and the tip of the sword pierced into Wang Heqing's chest.

Mo Shaoxie did not stop there. His palm followed closely and hit Wang Heqing hard. A powerful force knocked Wang Heqing away.

Wang Heqing's figure drew an arc in the air, and then fell heavily from the roof and landed on the hard ground. His landing sound was dull and powerful, accompanied by a burst of dust.

Wang Heqing was lying on the ground, blood oozing out of the wound on his chest. The blood dyed his clothes red, and blood also flowed from the corners of his mouth, dripping down his cheeks into the soil.

He lay there, looking at Mo Shaoxie on the roof with unwillingness and anger in his eyes. His breathing was rapid and short, and every breath brought a sharp pain.

Mo Shaoxie stood on the roof grimly, looking at Wang Heqing lying on the ground. There was no expression on his face under the mask, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him.

"Head..."

However, Wang Heqing's eyes were wide open and he was no longer breathing, and it was obvious that he died with his eyes open.

The hearts of the disciples of Chongshan Sect were filled with fear and despair. Their leader was dead and the Chongshan Sect had lost its backbone. What should they do next?

The disciples of Chongshan Sect wanted to escape, but how could the people of Guisha Palace let them escape?

Although their steps were hurried, they could not escape the shadow behind them. The people from the Ghost Palace pressed forward step by step, and the swords in their hands flashed coldly in the moonlight, as if foreshadowing the impending death.

The sky gradually turned pale, but there was deathly silence in front of the Chongshan Sect's mountain gate.

The fierce battle last night was over, leaving only corpses and blood all over the ground. The blood dyed the bluestone road red, and flowed into the stream at the foot of the mountain, dyeing the stream water red.

Mo Shaoxie stood on a high place, overlooking the ruins, with no mercy in his eyes. He ordered coldly: "Search, no fish can escape the net."

The disciples of Guisha Palace took the order and began to search every corner carefully, not missing any possible hiding place.

Their swords mercilessly stabbed into the corpses to check for any signs of life. Whenever they found a Chongshan Sect disciple who was still breathing, they would mercilessly strike him with the sword to ensure that no one could escape.

The struggles and screams of the disciples of Chongshan Sect before their death had long disappeared, leaving only silence and death. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and death, making people feel suffocated.

In the end, the people from Guisha Palace searched every corner and retreated only after confirming that no one had escaped.

Mo Shaoxie also turned and left, leaving behind the ruins and corpses on the ground of Chongshan Sect, which became history. The once prosperous sect is now in a mess and devastated. All this seems to be announcing the end of Chongshan Sect.

Thinking of Ling'er, Mo Shaoxie's eyes flashed with tenderness. He couldn't wait to return to the capital to see Ling'er.

Along the way, Mo Shaoxie was exhausted and rushed to the capital without stopping.

After several days of travel, Mo Shaoxie finally arrived in the capital.

Mo Shaoxie returned to his house and went straight to the hot spring in the backyard to soak away the dust from the journey.

In the mist, his thoughts drifted away. He wondered if Ling'er, whom he hadn't seen for half a month, was okay. He changed his wet clothes and put on a black gown, which made him look tall and straight.

It was late at night and the moonlight was like water pouring on the bluestone road in the courtyard. Mo Shaoxie walked in the moonlight and flew lightly all the way to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Mo Shaoxie came to the Crimson Purple Courtyard silently like a wisp of smoke. Under the moonlight, his figure looked particularly mysterious. He pushed open the window lightly and climbed in lightly, like a gust of wind, without disturbing anyone in the courtyard.

His black eyes flickered softly in the darkness, as if he could see through everything. He slowly walked to the bed, his eyes fixed on the sleeping person.

The man's face was peaceful and his breathing was steady, as if he was in a beautiful dream.

Mo Shaoxie walked to the bedside and looked at her quietly, his eyes full of affection.

Mo Shaoxie just stretched out his hand and wanted to touch her face, when suddenly, Shangguan Ziling's eyes opened suddenly, like the brightest stars in the dark night. Her body was as agile as a cheetah. She jumped up from the bed and launched a swift attack on Mo Shaoxie.

Seeing this, Mo Shaoxie raised a playful smile at the corner of his mouth. He spoke softly, with a hint of doting and helplessness in his voice: "Ling'er, it's the king."

Shangguan Ziling's attack paused instantly after hearing the familiar voice. Her body hovered in the air for a moment, then slowly landed on the bed. She stared at Mo Shaoxie with wide eyes.

Mo Shaoxie walked to the table and lit a candle. The candlelight flickered and dispelled the shadows in the room and illuminated every corner.

Shangguan Ziling sat on the bed, rubbed her sleepy eyes, stared at Mo Shaoxie, and said with a bit of dissatisfaction in her tone: "Why are you here so late? Where have you been for the past half month?"