Rebirth of a Lost Nation: Princess, Please Respect Yourself

Chapter 303 Long time no see

Jiang Lige struggled hard, but unfortunately Luo Weitao was much stronger than her, and his men surrounded her tightly, leaving her nowhere to escape.

All the Chi people were sent outside, and she was alone. It might be difficult for her to escape today!

At this point, the only thing we can do is save ourselves!

Thinking of this, Jiang Lige didn't care about anything else. He nimbly freed one hand, pulled out a hairpin from his hair, and rushed straight towards Luo Weitao's vitals...

Luo Weitao was not prepared for Jiang Lige's fatal attack. He quickly let go of his hand and leaned back, barely avoiding the fatal blow.

"what!"

Before he could feel proud, a long sword flew out from nowhere and pierced his shoulder bone. Luo Weitao's screams pierced the air. He fell to the ground, covering the wound on his shoulder in pain.

Jiang Lige took the opportunity to quickly retreat to the side and looked around vigilantly, looking for the person who drew the sword.

At this moment, a strong wind blew by, and the door panel was blasted open by the internal force. Moonlight poured in through the broken door, and a tall figure came stepping on the debris all over the ground.

The man was wearing a dark golden robe, the hem of which swayed gently in the wind. Covered in moonlight, his figure appeared particularly tall and straight, as if he was a god walking out of the night.

His waist was thin and his hair was white, but there was no warmth on his almost perfect face. He had an aura of majesty without anger. The long sword in his hand was still dripping with Luo Weitao's blood, which made people hold their breath and stare at him.

"Ari, long time no see." the man said.

Jiang Lige felt a lump in his nose and just stood there in a daze, even his breathing became lighter.

It’s Ning Yunxiao.

Three years later, she still thought about Ning Yunxiao day and night.

Thousands of emotions surged in his heart, and waiting and longing turned into sharp knives at this moment, attacking Jiang Lige's tear glands.

Her eyes were slightly moist, but she tried hard not to let the tears fall. She bit her lip and spoke softly.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Wait? Cruel woman, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Jiang Lige choked, lowered his head, and murmured softly.

"I'll explain it to you later."

"it is good."

Ning Yunxiao did not comment. He swung the sword in his hand, and blood splattered. However, he walked slowly to Jiang Lige without any care, and pointed the sword at Luo Weitao again.

"You dare to move the envoy of the Chi tribe? You are seeking death." Ning Yunxiao said.

Luo Weitao lay on the ground and cried out in pain. He didn't know Ning Yunxiao's identity, and seeing that he was alone, he immediately became arrogant and said with a grin.

"Where did this blind bastard come from? How dare he challenge me? He's courting death! Come on, take him down!"

As soon as Luo Weitao gave the order, his men rushed forward with weapons.

Ning Yunxiao didn't say a word. His sword flashed like lightning, but no one could get close to him. Instead, he turned his wrist and knocked Luo Weitao's men to the ground one by one.

Amidst the wailing sounds that came one after another, Ning Yunxiao raised his leg and slowly walked towards Luo Weitao.

Seeing this, Luo Weitao finally showed some fear. He struggled to get up, but was unable to move because of the pain in his shoulder. He pretended to be calm and shouted.

"You... who are you? I'm the son of the Minister of Rites. If you hurt me today, my father will never let you go!"

After Luo Weitao finished speaking, he heard Ning Yunxiao laugh contemptuously, and then spoke indifferently.

"Yes, it's the father's fault for not raising and educating his child. Your father should also pay the price for your absurdity." Ning Yunxiao said, waving his hand in disgust, "Drag all of you out, you filthy thing."

As soon as he finished speaking, a row of Xuantian guards flew down from the eaves in an orderly manner and quickly controlled Luo Weitao and his men. Their movements were clean and neat, without a trace of redundancy.

Luo Weitao was really scared this time. He had never seen Ning Yunxiao before, but he had seen how Xuantianwei dressed.

Xuantian Guards, they are the personal guards directly under the command of the emperor!

The only person who can mobilize the Xuantian Guards, besides the one on the throne, is...

The one from the East Palace.

"Your Highness? Your Highness, please spare my life!"

Luo Weitao finally realized that he had caused a big disaster, and kowtowed repeatedly with a trembling voice, but Ning Yunxiao seemed not to hear him and frowned.

"Disturbing the peace."

Xuantianwei understood and immediately blocked Luo Weitao's mouth and took him away.

They were the only ones left in the huge Yanhui Pavilion.

They haven't seen each other for three years and meet again after a long separation.

Ning Yunxiao still had a sullen face, looking like he was difficult to coax.

Jiang Lige bit her lip and was about to speak when she saw the man lift his long legs and walk out of the pavilion.

Not even a single word was left.

Jiang Lige: ???

Jiang Lige was stunned for a moment, not caring whether it was appropriate or not, and chased after him, pulling Ning Yunxiao's sleeve, and speaking in a coquettish tone.

"Yun Xiao~"

Ning Yunxiao scoffed, "Have you met the Young Master of the Chi Clan? Calling him so affectionately is probably inappropriate."

Jiang Lige answered frankly, "I know that with your habit of handling official business, you will definitely do everything yourself, so I wrote the gift list myself. You recognize my handwriting, and I know that after you read the gift list, you will definitely come to see me. Before your official meeting with Crown Prince Sheng Ling as the Young Master of the Chi Clan, I have a lot to say to you."

It was not even a word to ease the situation, not even an explanation, but looking at the girl in front of him with a sweet smile, the frown on Ning Yunxiao's brows slowly dissipated a little, but he still kept a stern face and did not smile.

"What do you want to say?"

"Speak..." Jiang Lige said, biting his lip and deliberately pausing for a moment, looking very embarrassed.

Ning Yunxiao frowned and looked at her, countless thoughts flooding his mind. Just when he was about to ask her if she had any difficulties, he saw the girl stand on tiptoe and kiss him on the side of his cheek.

"I miss you so much, Ning Yunxiao!"

The sudden action made Ning Yunxiao's face flash with surprise. The ice chips around him shattered into pieces in an instant, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his cold face.

Before Jiang Lige could feel proud, Ning Yunxiao grabbed his shoulders and pushed him against the door panel. With a wave of his palm, the door panels closed, cutting off the possibility of being seen from outside.

Then, as if in revenge, the man bit the soft flesh of her shoulder through her thin shirt. The force was so painful as if to vent his anger, but he was still measured.

Jiang Lige groaned, didn't move, didn't struggle, just stood there and let him vent.

He found her submissive reaction boring. He lowered his head and buried it in her neck as if he had lost all his strength. He didn't look at her face. His tone suddenly dropped, with a damp and sour taste.

"Look, you're always like this. You come when you want, and leave when you want, without even saying goodbye. And I, on the other hand, always forgive everything you do so easily. Because you know I can't bear to leave, and I don't dare to be angry with you. After all... if you turned around and left, I would still be waiting for you here, bewildered, until you turned back again. You know this, so you are so reckless, trampling on my sincerity again and again."