Allure of the World

Chapter 2 An Wang Saving a Beauty

  August 24, 2022

They looked down at her as if she was an ant.

She remembered that she had led her grandfather’s 50,000 direct subordinate army and rushed into the Floating City, holding a homemade bomb in her hand, and waving the Qiushui sword to rush to his side. At that time, he had laughed and hugged her, "Ling’er, it's really you, only you can save me!"

His big hands had grabbed her waist and lifted her high. Could it had been that doting look on his face was fake?

She remembered that he had become the emperor and quickly brought her into the palace. At that time, he had slept in her Lingyun Palace almost every night and Lingyun Palace had gotten the best of everything.

Later, Lan Yu had told her that the emperor had done it on purpose, and it had had nothing to do with love. In return for her 50,000 troops, she became the target in the harem.

She once thought of marrying a hero and going through life hand in hand with him, but the world was so complicated that she was trapped in it. Now, she was dying and losing her hearts.

There was a slight commotion in front, and a black rider came galloping. He immediately came to the front of the prison car and slashed the lock with a swing of his sword.

The surrounding guards rushed up and quickly formed an encirclement.

Lan Ling looked up and saw that the person who came was Ling Chen, the Fourth Prince. Ling Chen and Ling Feng had similar eyebrows, but his was thick and tough, which was different from Ling Feng's feminine ones.

According to her impression, Ling Chen was unrestrained and always acted frivolously. Once, when her horse was injured and fell, Ling Chen even saved her. He always was full of laughter and talked humorously, one could never tell if it was a joke or a truth. She didn't like Ling Chen. At that time, she only had Ling Feng in her eyes.

Ling Chen was surrounded, and Lan Ling looked at him in surprise, "Your Royal Highness An Wang, why are you here?"

An Wang:  Ling Chen’s title, which means King An. The sons of a Chinese emperor were titled kings.

Ling Feng's face was gloomy, and he leaned over to look at them, "You’re really affectionate. You actually come. You’re brave enough to rush here alone. Do you think because you’re a prince, I don’t dare to do anything to you? Ling Chen, it's my world now! Anyway, if you bring back all your people and surrender, I'll let this woman go!"

Ling Chen grinned, the left corner of his mouth was lifted slightly, "Ling Feng, I can't tolerate this. It's a pity for this little beauty. I like her, but it has nothing to do with her. And for the child in her belly, it has nothing to do with me! I, Ling Chen, have no shortage of women, and I don’t want to take the blame! However, I really want to have something to do with her!”

Ling Feng snorted coldly and helped Lan Yu down from the city wall.

"Yu'er, it's bloody here. You're pregnant with a child, you should stand farther away." Ling Feng said to Lan Yu in a warm voice. Lan Yu's body was weak and delicate. She held Ling Feng's arm, "She is my sister after all, I will send her off."

The guards surrounded Ling Chen. Without any order, no one dared to hurt Ling Chen, after all, he was a prince.

Ling Feng walked down the stairs slowly and looked at Ling Chen, "It's great that you are here. It doesn't matter whose child is in her stomach, I just wanted you to come!"

So, even if it's your own flesh and blood, you won't let it live? "Ling Chen asked him with a smile.

"Yes, I won't let it live. I know you like her, and that's enough. I didn't expect you to come. Since you're here, don't think about going back! Archer, get ready." Ling Feng instructed faintly.

When Lan Ling heard this, her tears dripped. It turned out that her innocence was meaningless.

"Your Royal Highness An Wang, if you’re really here to help me, just go!" Lan Ling felt sad, she really didn't want to implicate him. At the beginning, she and her grandfather helped her father to lead an army and drove him out of Jiangbei.

Ling Chen leapt, stuffed his black cloak into the prison cart and wrapped it around Lan Ling.

"If we can start all over again, I won't let you fall in love with this beast!" Ling Chen whispered into Lan Ling's ear. His voice was low and full of pain, unlike his usually immature appearance.

Lan Ling's heart was depressed, and when she looked up, Ling Chen had already jumped to the side, waving his sword, and entangled with the guards.

Ling Feng waved his hand, and the rain of arrows surrounded Ling Chen.

Lan Ling was taken out of the prison cart and tied to a large pillar. The executioner held a short knife, and it felt chilling.

Just waiting for the noon to come, and the tearing out heart punishment would be executed.

Lan Yu walked slowly and approached her. She whispered in a voice that no one else could hear: "Lan Ling, you look very ugly today. You are also very dirty. After a while, you will expose your chest and breasts. Weren't you very smart? Didn’t you help brother Ling Feng make bombs? Didn't you have a magic weapon? Didn't you help him take over the world? So what? He still loves me. What about you? He only used you!"

Snowflakes fell on Lan Ling's body. Her feet were numb from the pain. Stepping on the snow with bare feet, the dull, numb pain made her feet tense, and her ankles hurt even more, as if they were about to break.

Although her heart was dead, the fear of death still made her nervous, and she closed her eyes.

Yes, she was scared too.

"Lan Yu, I admit that I’m defeated. I lost because I regarded you as my relative, and him as my beloved. Over the years, I have suppressed my nature, changed myself for you all, and lost myself! You’ve framed me, my grandfather will not let you go!" Lan Ling gritted her teeth.

Lan Yu chuckled, "Your death is imminent, but you still adhered to a false belief! Just like your stupid mother, your mother can't win against my mother, and you can't win against me! Qing Yi Hall only listens to your grandfather's orders. Do you really think that the emperor will let your grandfather live?"

"What do you mean?" Lan Ling was stunned.

"The emperor wants Qing Yi Tang, so Qing Yi Tang must listen to the emperor. A few days ago, the emperor asked your grandfather to make meritorious deeds by killing the Feicheng rebels in exchange for your pardon. Your grandfather really killed the rebels. Just yesterday, when the emperor celebrated for him, your grandfather, your two uncles, and his confidants, all died of poisoning!"

Lan Yu spoke softly, her face as gentle as water.

Lan Ling's heart was so dull that she couldn't breathe. Snowflakes fell coldly on her skin.

" Empress niang niang, the time has come." The executioner beside her reminded Lan Yu.

Niang niang: a term of address for women in the imperial harem

Lan Yu's hand gently stroked Lan Ling's hair, "Let's go, maybe you can meet them on Huangquan Road."

Huangquan Road: the road to the underworld

"Ling Feng! Is what she said true? My grandfather and uncles have already been killed by you?" Lan Ling couldn't believe it.

"Yes." Ling Feng glanced at Lan Yu lightly.

"Why? They had always helped you!" Lan Ling shed tears of blood, her body trembling all over.

"What I want is an obedient Qing Yi Tang." Ling Feng showed disgust and stopped looking at her.

"Ling Feng, I only fell in love with you, and it caused my family to suffer this disaster! You are so ungrateful! I’m curse you, you will never be happy!"

She heard the exclamations from the people around her, while looking at Ling Feng's cold and complicated eyes, and saw that Ling Chen was desperately rushing towards her, but he couldn't get rid of the arrow rain in the sky and the swords of the surrounding guards. He was covered in blood. A long knife slashed towards his face!

At this point, he could no longer walk, but his eyes kept looking at her. There was no more smile on his face. Lan Ling couldn't breathe.

Lan Yu withdrew. She bowed her head and sobbed in Ling Feng's arms.

"Yu'er, you are too kind, don't be sad, she deserves it." Ling Feng comforted Lan Yu in a low voice.

Lan Ling's beautiful big eyes stared blankly ahead. Along with another exclamation from the people, she felt a chill in her chest. The executioner ripped off the clothes on her chest, revealing a piece of snow-white. He tilted his neck and took a sip of wine, then sprayed it onto her chest. It was a palpitating coolness.

"Execution!" In the cold snowy winter, there was a loud shout.

At that moment, she finally knew how a real heartbreak feels like.